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"fascism should more properly be called corporatism, since it is the merger of state and corporate power."

- benito mussolini

just in case you hadn't seen it already...


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apparently, hawaii has been hit by yet another earthquake. i just slept right through it this time; i didn't feel a thing.

hooray for the day off.

happy thanksgiving day, everyone.

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"our country has been and is being plasticized, cheapened, and exploited. they're selling it in plastic leis, coconut ashtrays, and cans of 'genuine, original aloha.' they've raped us, sold us, killed us, and still they expect us to behave... hawaii is a colony of the imperialist united states."

- kehau lee















1972.



1987.





1931.



1970.



above photographs by ed greevy, whose images often touch on subjects such as poverty in hawaii, the displaced peoples of hawaii, militarization/industrialization of hawaiian land, and hawaiian nationalism.

in other words: you won't be seeing these photographs on the postcards that you buy in waikiki.

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north korean propaganda art:







































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the blood brothers - love rhymes with hideous car wreck

those tire tracks
zigzag your torso
like a devil's
self portrait

the car accident
the skin graft treatment
the flower baskets
the wincing relatives

you bid her farewell
then got in your car
and that's the last thing
that you can recall

and when they pulled you out
you didn't know your name
exploding semi truck
blurred your face with flame

you met jane
four years ago today
dancing at some
vomit-stained frat party

her newspaper gown
flashing headline brown
her violent gypsy dance
her tired underpants

love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love

rhymes with pity now

love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love

rhymes with sympathy now

jane let you touch
and feel her
she was so free
like a pineapple in a tree

you said it's dangerous
to be so intimate
you know it's dangerous
dangerous, dangerous

jane said when she
laid on her back
the sun hit her body
like an ugly landscape

but some things never get better
like used cars and bad livers
so you traded her in
for a better looking brand

one with fake porno tits
a pad lock on her lips
disposable tan
biodegradable hands

back at the hospital
you've got no visitors at all
she visits you in your sleep
but that newspaper gown is always on fire

back at the hospital
you've got no visitors at all
she visits you in your sleep
but that newspaper gown is always on fire

she met him a week
after you left her
when you tossed out her touch
to the garbage collector

he talked her out of her skirt
in his beer-soaked apartment
and then they did all the things
you never said that you wanted

and the sirens are laughing
underneath your skull
and your thoughts are turning
dull, callous, and cold

yesterday you gave
your burden a name
yesterday you gave
your burden a face

but your burden—it looks a lot like her

love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love

rhymes with pity now

love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love

rhymes with sympathy now

love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love
love, love, love

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jawbreaker - indictment

i just wrote the dumbest song
it's gonna be a sing along
all our friends will clap and sing
our enemies will laugh and be pointing

it won't bother me
what the thoughtless are thinking
i am more concerned
with what we're drinking

they'll laugh about it at the warehouse
saying i'm so lame
it wrote itself
you can keep the blame

it'll be a happy song
not unlike some other ones
while everyone's depressed and broke
i get high off your sick jokes

they're colossal
they're tousling
all the worried hair
stay up there

so crazy it just might work
then we'll quit our jobs
we could be
the next group that you rob

there are times for being dumb
this must be one of them
i'd like to know what's so wrong
with a stupid happy song?

it says many things
in its nothingness
it gives me space to think, i guess
to think less... and less... and less... and less

moving units and tracking charts
will they ever learn?
it isn't who you know
it's who you burn

it means nothing
selling kids to other kids
if you think we changed our tune
i hope we did

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by kurt vonnegut mary schmich:

wear sunscreen.

if i could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. the long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. i will dispense this advice now.

enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. oh, never mind. you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. but trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. you are not as fat as you imagine.

don't worry about the future. or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. the real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle tuesday.

do one thing every day that scares you.

sing.

don't be reckless with other people's hearts. don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

floss.

don't waste your time on jealousy. sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. the race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

remember compliments you receive. forget the insults. if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

keep your old love letters. throw away your old bank statements.

stretch.

don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. the most interesting people i know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. some of the most interesting 40-year-olds i know still don't.

get plenty of calcium. be kind to your knees. you'll miss them when they're gone.

maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. your choices are half chance. so are everybody else's.

enjoy your body. use it every way you can. don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

do not read beauty magazines. they will only make you feel ugly.

get to know your parents. you never know when they'll be gone for good. be nice to your siblings. they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

live in new york city once, but leave before it makes you hard. live in northern california once, but leave before it makes you soft. travel.

accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise. politicians will philander. you, too, will get old. and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

respect your elders.

don't expect anyone else to support you. maybe you have a trust fund. maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. but you never know when either one might run out.

don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. advice is a form of nostalgia. dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

but trust me on the sunscreen.


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the blood brothers - spit shine your black clouds

you're walking through the forest
where they feed the trees broken glass
john lennon and the rolling stones
crooning in plastic bags

spit shine your black luck now, baby

you turn on the radio
the speakers spit tangled talk
everything is war
and who's fucked their way to the top

but they'll eat black clouds—we all eat black clouds

you're working on a cruise now
serving caviar to the cruel
oh, they repossessed your heart
you're making payments on your face, too

spit shine your black clouds now, baby

and what if your religion
turns out to be a cruel joke
and you're fucked
beyond all hope?

spit shine your black clouds now, baby

out on the weekend
talked your way out of a first date
said your uncle was famous
by then it was too late

spit shine your black luck now, baby

fall asleep to the tv
the cops are talking tough
to the cameras in the backseat
to the audience at home

but they'll eat black clouds—we all eat black clouds

once you knew a girl
with skin like a sapphire sun
took you back to her apartment
told you everything you did wrong

spit shine your black luck

the sky's so desolate
like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon
you sit in bed
writing love letters to yourself

no black ink on the black paper, baby

stare at the ceiling
fall into dreamless sleep
day climbs your chimney
taps you on the shoulder blade

"spit shine your black clouds now, baby"

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looks like the dems have taken the senate also.

and as if that weren't good news enough: donald rumsfeld resigns as the secretary of defense.

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i haven't been this happy since 1996.

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eh, it's a piss in the dark.



recycling old content:





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discharge - war's no fairytale

government and queen are your only enemies
don't be fooled by their plastic smiles

war's no fairytale
guns and bombs aren't fucking toys

they don't wanna know your views of war
they never stop to think about you

war's no fairytale
guns and bombs aren't fucking toys

they want you kept in the darkness
of the realities of war

war's no fairytale
guns and bombs aren't fucking toys

meat flung yards apart from bodies
are typical sights of war

war's no fairytale
guns and bombs aren't fucking toys

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anyone else excited about the mls cup (between the new england revolution and the houston dynamo) next week?!

...

h-hello?

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a rare glimpse inside the most secretive nation in the world—photographs of north korea by a russian tourist:





















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i'm not the biggest fan of lenin or anything (no, seriously), but i ran across this great quote by him on anti-semitism, and how the bourgeoisie exploits ethnic/national/racial diffrences to keep the workers divided:

anti-semitism means spreading enmity towards the jews. when the accursed tsarist monarchy was living its last days it tried to incite ignorant workers and peasants against the jews. the tsarist police, in alliance with the landowners and the capitalists, organised pogroms against the jews. the landowners and capitalists tried to divert the hatred of the workers and peasants who were tortured by want against the jews. in other countries, too, we often see the capitalists fomenting hatred against the jews in order to blind the workers, to divert their attention from the real enemy of the working people, capital. hatred towards the jews persists only in those countries where slavery to the landowners and capitalists has created abysmal ignorance among the workers and peasants. only the most ignorant and downtrodden people can believe the lies and slander that are spread about the jews. this is a survival of ancient feudal times, when the priests burned heretics at the stake, when the peasants lived in slavery, and when the people were crushed and inarticulate. this ancient, feudal ignorance is passing away; the eyes of the people are being opened.

it is not the jews who are the enemies of the working people. the enemies of the workers are the capitalists of all countries. among the jews there are working people, and they form the majority. they are our brothers, who, like us, are oppressed by capital; they are our comrades in the struggle for socialism. among the jews there are kulaks, exploiters and capitalists, just as there are among the russians, and among people of all nations. the capitalists strive to sow and foment hatred between workers of different faiths, different nations and different races. those who do not work are kept in power by the power and strength of capital. rich jews, like rich russians, and the rich in all countries, are in alliance to oppress, crush, rob and disunite the workers.

shame on accursed tsarism which tortured and persecuted the jews. shame on those who foment hatred towards the jews, who foment hatred towards other nations.

long live the fraternal trust and fighting alliance of the workers of all nations in the struggle to overthrow capital.


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from an old interview of subcomandante marcos i found on bbc's site:

hernando alvarez: the international press have often compared you to ernesto "che" guevara. is subcomandante marcos the new che?

subcomandante marcos: no, not at all. first of all, we are not proposing to take power. secondly, we are not trying to form a school of thought. thirdly, the world in which che was born, lived, fought and died has nothing to do with ours. we do not want to be the international, or even the mexican, left's martyrs. we want to show that we can develop as communities and not live with the stigma that being indigenous means being poor.