January 3 2026 The Wolf Moon Beckons

     “The old world is dying, and the new world is yet to be born; Now is the time of monsters”; so Antonio Gramsci describes the age we are now living in, as democracy and our global human civilization falls and myriads of possible futures and unknowns clamor and thunder among fathomless chasms of darkness for our action to make them real.

     Now also is the time of Howling, for we children of the Abyss and heirs to horror and the atrocities and violations of unequal power and the state as embodied violence which are the true legacies of our history to call to each other and unite in solidarity to claw back something of our humanity from the shadows, as do the wolf packs for which tonight’s Wolf Moon is named.

     Who remains Unconquered in refusal to submit to authority shall be my brothers, sisters, and others. Let us now swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows, as the Oath of the Resistance goes. 

     Let us embrace our monstrosity and the Wolf within us, and honor that within each other; the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves.

    As I wrote in my post of October 17 2024, Let Us Be Wolfmen: Embrace the Wildness of Nature and the Wildness of Ourselves; On these Nights of the full moon, a cosmic event of enormous powers of change and transformative rebirth, let us embrace our monstrosity as Bringers of Chaos in the destabilization of order, disruptions of normality, transgressions of the Forbidden, and seizures of power from Authority in revolutionary struggle.

     To all those who would enslave us as tyrants of unequal power, let us bring a Reckoning.

     Now is the time of the Wolf and of the sacred hunt as love and as solidarity in liberation struggle, dyadic forces of the embrace of nature. Here is a ground of struggle signified by the figure of the wolfman as embodiment of our true nature uncorrupted by the subversions, lies, and falsifications of Authority and the Wildness of Mirrors; the image of human nature and our best selves.

     As I wrote in my post of May 24 2022, The Problematization of Tuesday: Why Do We Celebrate Tyr’s Binding of Fenris One Day Each Week?; How much of our humanity are we willing to sacrifice in order to confront and limit evil?

     This is always the true question of Resistance; not of the origin of evil in the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force, of the renouncement of love as the cost of power nor the redemptive power of love to free us from its grip and from those who would enslave us, not of our dehumanization, commodification, and falsification as theft of the soul nor of our power to become Unconquered and free in refusal to submit to authority, not of addiction to power and the hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness of hegemonic elites of wealth, power, and privilege and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil nor of seizures of power and revolutionary struggle for the ownership of ourselves against authorized identities of unequal power. The questions we must face are simply this; how much of ourselves are we willing to trade for our liberty?  How much of our humanity can we trade to secure the humanity of us all, without becoming something less than human?

     Resistance is always war to the knife, under imposed conditions of struggle against those who do not recognize us as fellow human beings, and who have shifted the ground of struggle beyond all limits and all laws, beyond the limits of the human and the boundaries of the Forbidden to subvert and degrade our humanity and all human being, meaning, and value, and here is where we must meet them.

     Who so ever acts to subjugate us beyond all laws and all limits may hide behind none. I am a hunter of tyrants and fascists, and mine is a hunter’s morality. Let us give to fascists, tyrants, and all those who would enslave us the only reply it merits; Never Again!

     Here the myth of Fenris and Tyr may illuminate us, for in sacrificing his hand to bind the wolf which represents his animal nature as all devouring need there is an exchange of qualities, a hierosgamos and transformative rebirth as they unite and become dyadic forces. It is a myth which reflects and refers to the human transformation of wolves into dogs, predators into partners in hunting and war,  the key event of domestication which gave us a crucial edge in survival over our own predators, and in which the breaking of the oaths and bindings which create and sustain the universe, human nature, and civilization are part of the processes of self creation and transformative rebirth, the work of Chaos in the reinvention of the world and our liberation from imposed orders of meaning and authorized identities.

     Of Chaos as the principle of freedom I have written often and will again, for I am a Bringer of Chaos and a maker of mischief for tyrants; but here I wish to speak to you of the true nature of the myth of the Binding of Fenris as a metaphor and allegory of our primary ground of struggle as our relationship with the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves.

   For there are two paths we can travel in this; that of control and domination of our nature, as Freud described us with his delicious phrase as “polymorphosly perverse”, chthonic forces to be surmounted and harnessed in becoming adults, or that of Jung, who wrote of shadow work as unification with our monstrosity, especially that which provokes disgust, revulsion, fear, and horror in us.

    Here is a myth we can interpret and live as binding our animal nature in terms of domination of nature, or as binding together with our animal nature as equal partners in interdependence and as a primary human act of becoming. One leads to exploitation of nature, doomed attempts to control nature, and inevitably to our own extinction; the other to harmony, interdependence, and a sustainable civilization.

      First we must situate the figure of Fenris as an archetypal wolf in the context of our fear of nature and its myths and allegories, and then interrogate the consequences of our denial of our own nature for how we have chosen to be human together.

    Who are we when liberated from the legacies of our history and systems of unequal power? What is this truth we pursue in the pursuit of those truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh?

     As I wrote in my post of July 2 2023, Of Monsters, Freaks, the Limits of the Human and the Tyranny of Normality: the Figure of the Werewolf As Controlling Metaphor For the Wildness of Nature and the Wildness of Ourselves; Tonight as darkness falls, the full moon rises, and the wildness calls to me once again with its songs of chaos as freedom and as beauty, of transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden, violations of normality, and seizures of power from Authority as revolutionary struggle, the wildness in me gives answer and soon will become uncontrollable as a tidal force of passion, truths immanent in nature and written in my flesh which must be set free, and I will run amok and be ungovernable.

    A maker of mischief, I.

    For like all human beings I am a thing of nature cursed with the vision to transcend the limits of my flesh, through poetic vision and the rapture and exaltation of love and desire, and in this liminal moment on the cusp of becoming I write to all those who in the performance of otherness as seizure of power over the ownership of themselves become Unconquered and free, self-created beings unbound by any law or tyranny of normality and other people’s ideas of virtue, including all those who question and challenge authorized identities of sex and gender, many of whom are now enacting recapitulations of the annual celebrations of June’s Pride Month. The liminal time of the parades may have passed, but this is no reason our revels must now be ended; the revolution is within us, who in refusal to submit to authority become Unconquered and free, agents of change and Bringers of Chaos as Living Autonomous Zones.

     Let us embrace the wildness of nature, and the wildness of ourselves.

     For law serves power, and there is no just authority.

     Many of the modern pathologies of disconnectedness from our nature are born of the need for control and of fear of our inchoate passions as threatening otherness, an internalized oppression which has riven the human soul, divided and abstracted us from ourselves as part of the processes of nature. This is a madness of inauthenticity, falsification, power, control, dominance, vanity, greed, myths, histories, and authorized versions of truth which valorize war and authorize elite hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness as fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, all of which arise from an Original Sin of ownership of nature which abstracts us from ourselves as the otherness of our own flesh and the truths written therein, as in the allegory of Adam Naming the Beasts.

     Patriarchy, racism, sectarian division, and other identitarian forms of power, operating in mutual interdependence with capitalism, which Jean Genet called necrophilia and William S. Burroughs reimagined as the Algebra of Need, and its prefigural developmental stages of elite hegemony and political forms monarchial aristocratic feudalism and then as nationalist imperialism, all find anchorages in civilization as control of threatening nature and our fear and hatred of ourselves.

     Jung described the primal disunity we must heal within ourselves; “The psychological rule says that when an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside, as fate. That is to say, when the individual remains undivided and does not become conscious of his inner contradictions, the world must perforce act out the conflict and become torn into opposite halves.” He was speaking of psychosis and the work of reintegration and becoming human, but it applies equally to dialectical civilizational processes of history wherein we have found ourselves conflicted and at war with nature on multiple fronts.

     As the state is embodied violence, the historical processes of civilization which create it are also expressions of the conflicted human soul and the primary struggle for ownership of ourselves and self-creation versus authorized identities. Always there remains the struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves; this is the first revolution in which we all must fight.

     Here I think also of Camille Paglia’s magisterial critique of Patriarchy as a civilizational task of controlling nature, Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson.  In the case of Emily Dickinson, metaphysical ax murderess whose poetry is a savage and relentless struggle with Patriarchy and avenging of its countless victims, she writes;” Even the best critical writing on Emily Dickinson underestimates her. She is frightening. To come to her directly from Dante, Spenser, Blake, and Baudelaire is to find her sadomasochism obvious and flagrant. Birds, bees, and amputated hands are the dizzy stuff of this poetry. Dickinson is like the homosexual cultist draping himself in black leather and chains to bring the idea of masculinity into aggressive visibility.”

    Personally I adore Emily Dickinson as a figure of Liberty; she reminds me of an ancestor of mine who was a member of the Paris Commune, an anarchist revolutionary, abolitionist, and suffragette called the Red Queen in reference to the character from Alice in Wonderland, after her preferred method of assassination. Once the true nature of our captivity and enslavement by elites has been realized, and Authority exposed as a seducer and betrayer whose apologetics of power are but lies and illusions, the choice between freedom and rebellion or dehumanization and enslavement becomes horribly clear, a chiaroscuro of the terror of subjugation and the grandeur of resistance.

    So also with the plunder and capitalist exploitation of our common natural resources in service to wealth and power which is driving the existential threat of ecological collapse and human extinction, for it is rooted in the same fear, drive to dominance and control, and internalized oppression as in the sexual terror of Patriarchy or the white supremacist terror which threatens our democracy.

    Our lives become expressions of the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others. This I call the Narrative Theory of Identity, and in the context of liberation and revolutionary struggle to win a reimagined humanity which heals our disunity with nature through the embrace of our otherness and our true and authentic selves which dwell among the chasms of darkness of our passions, through transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden, refusal to submit to Authority, violations of normality and other people’s ideas of virtue, and other Sacred Acts of Chaos and Transformation, we may heal the flaws of our humanity, the brokenness of the world, and the origins of evil in the Wagnerian  Ring of fear, power, and force which Schiller identifies as “the disgodding of nature.”

     Here I look to stories of our own to balance those of submission to Authority and denial and control of our nature. William S. Burroughs, whose bizarre fairytales haunted the nights of my youth, forged such a myth in his novel The Wild Boys, which I describe in my celebration of his work as follows; The Wild Boys envisions feral youths in rebellion against the Authority that created them, set in a dystopian future in which man’s animal nature has been  betrayed by civilization but which also has the power to redeem him, the final part of his Anarchist trilogy which extends his recurrent theme of werewolves as symbolic of our essential wildness and unconquerable nature and a type of Nietzschean Superman; beyond good and evil.

     As he wrote it during the period of his visits, I have often wondered how much of it was drawn from his conversations with my father, who mythologized our family history with the absurd claim that we are not human but werewolves, beings of the Wild Hunt, magic, and darkness, unbound by any law and with the blood of ancient terrors in our veins, as our family had been driven out of Bavaria in 1586  for that reason. Drachensbraute, Brides of the Dragon, my ancestors were called by Martin Luther, whose fame for grand defiance of Church law eclipsed his infamy as a witch hunter and brutal torturer of women. Ever since we have claimed this absurd charge of crime, Drachensbraute, by the founder of the Reformation as a title, and to me it is as grand as that of any king. Are not all Outsiders dragons as figures of the Unknown which define the limits of the human?

     The Wild Boys extends de Sade and Rousseau’s ideal of the natural man as uncorrupted by civilization and unlimited by its boundaries, as truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh, in a reversal of Freud’s ideology of civilization as control of our animal nature.

     David Bowie created his character of Ziggy Stardust based on The Wild Boys; Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange and H.G. Wells’ The Island of Doctor Moreau here mingle and intertwine. Certainly it is among the many stories I have adopted as part of my personal myth and identity, which include Milton’s rebel angel, the visions of William Blake, Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, Cocteau’s film Beauty and the Beast, and the iconography of Gustav Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze, a pantheon and ancestral family with the wonderful image of the titan Typhoeus as a chthonic ape with his three gorgon daughters Madness, Death, and Desire; really, what more could one ask for?

     Such myths offer models of harmony with nature in the figure of the werewolf as a controlling metaphor for the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves. Rather than a thing of clay animated as the toy of a tyrant deity of alien and unfathomable motives as in the Abrahamic faiths, we can free ourselves from the dehumanizing legacies of our Patriarchal and Authoritarian histories by looking to counter-narratives of freedom, such as the werewolf defined as a being of wildness and uncorrupted nature.

      Myths about were beings tell us how we humans view ourselves and our relationship with the natural world in specific historical contexts.

    The bite of transformative change is an interesting metaphor, and is akin to other forms of the medical model of madness which describes transpersonal and other states of awareness as a degradation or dehumanization rather than exaltation and participation in something greater than we are, and as an intrusive force from outside rather than a sign of our natural condition; allegories and metaphors of the desacralization of nature and the falsification of ourselves, part of the story of the human cost of the industrial and authoritarian age like the loss of magic in the age of iron or the loss of the commons as a strategy of wage slavery in the industrial age.

      In terms of story, there are many unexplored possibilities for the reimagination of were beings as heroes of authentic being versus normality and the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, and champions of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased.

     Like the exhibitions in a carnival freak show, monsters help us define our limits and establish boundaries by providing examples of the truly other.

     What is human?

      Transgression explores and redefines our boundaries; indeed is necessary to growth and the discovery of possibilities of being. Let us parse the meaning of our reactions to violations of norms and to the truly other with great care, particularly with regard to the use of social force and control to authorize normality and codify and enforce virtue.

     As the anthropologist Sam Dubal relates in his book Against Humanity: Lessons from the Lord’s Resistance Army, modern Uganda provides a case study of the tribal warrior societies our werewolf myths are based on, a group who modeled themselves on gorilla warbands to achieve a higher state of being than human and reawaken our connection with nature and our natural selves, and whose acts of terror were in part ritual transgressions of the Forbidden, as were the crimes of Jean Genet. While the anticolonial warriors of the 19th century Leopard Society in Africa, Boxers in China, or Thugee in India may not be accessible to us, in the LRA we have ready examples of the use of savaging and primalism in war.

      When thinking about werewolves we must place our mythologies in the context of stories told about them as monsters and figures of terror by their enemies, just as the Christians did witches or the European peoples claimed by Church and King did the Viking berserkergangr and other outsiders with whom they struggled for dominion.

     All divisions and hierarchies of exclusionary otherness authorized by those who would enslave us demonize the many in service to the power of the few.

     As written by Octave Mirbeau in The Torture Garden; “Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding. Aren’t the gods monsters? Isn’t a man of genius a monster, like a tiger or a spider, like all individuals who live beyond social lies, in the dazzling and divine immortality of things? Why, I too then-am a monster!”

      I question and challenge the idea of normality, the authorization of identities, and the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue.

     When you begin to question the boundary and interface between normality as authorized identity and transgression as seizure of power, between subjugation and liberty, the grotesque and the beautiful, idealizations of masculinity and femininity, of madness and vision, and to challenge the tyranny of other people’s ideas of virtue, you enter my world, the place of unknowns and the limitless possibilities of becoming human, marked Here Be Dragons on our maps of human being, meaning, and value.

     As we enter the liminal time of this night’s Full Moon celebrations allegories of the performance of ourselves as a guerilla theatre of disruption and the frightening of the horses, I say to you all, my brothers, sisters, and others; Welcome to freedom and its wonders and terrors; to reimagination, transformation, and discovery. May the new truths you forge bring you joy.

Typhoeus and His Daughters, Detail from Gustav Klimt’s Beethoven Frieze

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina | Lupercalia 3rd Event Hunt

Bram Stoker’s Dracula: “There is much to be learned, from Beasts”

The Wolfman | Transforming Into a Werewolf and Rampaging Through London

Warren Zevon – Werewolves Of London (Official Music Video)

An American Werewolf in Paris film trailer

Critique of the Disney Special Werewolf By Night

Little Red Riding Hood Song, version by Amanda Seyfried

The Company of Wolves, Angela Carter

Phases of the Moon: A Cultural History of the Werewolf Film, Craig Ian Mann

The Werewolf in Lore and Legend, Montague Summers

Werewolf Histories, Willem de Blécourt  (Editor)

The Book of Werewolves, Sabine Baring-Gould

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1534461.The_Book_of_Werewolves

Monsters of the Gévaudan: The Making of a Beast, Jay M. Smith

No Go the Bogeyman: Scaring, Lulling, and Making Mock, by Marina Warner

The Island of Doctor Moreau, by H.G. Wells, Margaret Atwood (Introduction)

The Wild Boys: A Book of the Dead, by William S. Burroughs

Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars: The Motion Picture

https://ok.ru/video/363578067518

Against Humanity: Lessons from the Lord’s Resistance Army, by Sam Dubal

Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson,by Camille Paglia

The Torture Garden, by Octave Mirbeau

https://science.nasa.gov/solar-system/skywatching/the-next-full-moon-is-the-wolf-moon

 Find your harmony

https://www.facebook.com/nywolforg/videos/1098582685149119

January 10 2020 Reply to my sister on the Wolf Moon

     The sky above me is filled with snow clouds, so the moon is hidden but its power is everywhere. A pair of owls have found each other, calling out into the night with growing vigor and hope of discovery until they finally met in a flurry of joyous song, having found the one being in all the world with whom they belong. Perhaps there is hope for us all, even those of us who belong to the shadows.            

     No wolves here to run with me through the drifts of snow, but the coyotes who den in the ravine below my hill keep pace from some two dozen meters with joyful yips and howls. And they whisper secrets on the wind; all things seek their like, and may recognize their joy in others only when they have claimed it in themselves.                                          

     We abandon ourselves to the wild, we dance, we sing to things ancient and forgotten, we cast off our illusions and become our real and true selves. And in a world of boundaries and forbiddings, we run beyond all limits and are free.

January 2 2026 Begin We the Festival of Janus

      Janus represents the principles of change, duality, transformation, and the interfaces between bounded realms, though we know him now mainly as a god of Chaos through his portrayal in Halloween, episode six of season two, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

      He is called the Gatekeeper, a guardian and guide of the soul on our journeys through the myriad possibilities of the multiverse and its limitless futures, roles primary to dreamwork, ecstatic trance, and poetic vision, aligned with the mysteries of Orpheus, Asclepius, and Dionysius, whose role as god of beginnings and endings echoes the primary role of Ganesha as opener of the way. Janus shares with Saturn or Chronos his role as Old Father Time. 

     Plutarch describes Janus in his Life of Numa; “For this Janus, in remote antiquity, whether he was a demi-god or a king, was a patron of civil and social order, and is said to have lifted human life out of its bestial and savage state. For this reason he is represented with two faces, implying that he brought men’s lives out of one sort and condition into another.”

     Ovid writes of Janus in his Fasti; “But what god am I to say thou art, Janus of double-shape? for Greece hath no divinity like thee. The reason, too, unfold why alone of all the heavenly ones thou doest see both back and front.”

     Augustine wrote in City of God, Book seven, chapter nine; “ad Ianum pertinent initia factorum” or “the beginnings of accomplishments belong to Janus”.

    My name, Jay, is an Old Latin French form of the name Janus, though also derived from the Latin name Gaius, “to be joyful”; if we are an unfolding of our ancestor’s actions, intentions, dreams, visions, and wishes, part of the history which possesses us as DNA and inhabits us as stories, I imagine being named for the god of Chaos, time, and poetic vision, a name which also suggests states of rapture and exaltation, may have been a shaping force in becoming who I am, a kind of spell.

     Who did my parents want me to become? When as a child I asked my mother why she named me Jay, she said; “It means New Beginnings. I wanted you to know you can do anything, be whomever you choose, right now, every moment, every time you hear your name. And whatever uniqueness and truth you create will be just as right and true as anyone else’s.”

     When I asked my father as a teenager, he said; “Who is Jay? You tell me.”

     Of myself in my chosen role as a Bringer of Chaos, transgressions of the Forbidden, violations of normality, and liberation from the tyranny of other peoples ideas of virtue I have written often, also of Chaos as the adaptive range of systems and both destructive and creative forces of nature, of fracture, disruption, delegitimation, and the collapse of order, law, and authority as revolutionary struggle. A maker of mischief, I. In the context of the Festival of Janus I mention here that it can also become a sacred calling in pursuit of truth.

    His startling image of wholeness as a dyadic figure with two faces which may be assigned to any oppositional forces, masks of comedy and tragedy from which developed theatre and the idea of the soul or individual personal self as personae, roles we play, from ritual performances in times of great peril and threat to discover and create paths forward into the future, but is also an image of the masculine and feminine sides of a whole person, like Abraxas in Herman Hesse’s novel Demian, with Steppenwolf and other works my literary first love from seventh grade,  and Jung’s Red Book. In Janus we have at the origin and heart of our civilization a figure and festival of counternarrative and subversion of patriarchy and authorized identities of sex and gender, and a celebration of idealizations of masculine and feminine beauty which also interrogates them. Go ahead, frighten the horses.

     Herein we may perform those truths immanent in nature and written in our flesh, and create and discover our own truths through performance of our best selves. 

     In the gamification of our identities we have an instrument of reimagination and transformation of ourselves designed to free us from authorized identities, falsification, the tyranny of normality and the judgement of other people’s ideas of virtue. It is crucial here to remember that in the game of possible selves, we alone set the range of choices, and random chance determines the roles in which we are cast.

     Herein we speak of the persona and the performance of self as theatre, of which the Voices and alternate selves conferred by learning new languages are another form. I can think in several simultaneously, English, Chinese, and French as my three Voices from childhood and Arabic which has become a natural language for me over the past forty two years, publish in a number of others, and have at one time or another been literate or at conversational fluency in several languages on any given day to total over fifty throughout my lifetime, a life lived among very different ways of being human and in the empty spaces on our maps of becoming human marked Here Be Dragons, and I am not the same person in any of them. The first thing we do when we begin to learn a new language is to choose a name to use when speaking it, and this is nothing less than the creation of a new soul.

     The Voices in which we hear our own thoughts can tell us what characters we are playing even when we are not aware of doing so, and this is of vital importance because our language determines the kinds of thoughts we are able to have. This is why we teach students to write, and why you can tell how someone thinks by a few sample paragraphs of their writing; how we write is how we think.

     Some of the degradation of our public and political life over the last decades are consequences of the average American adult reading level dropping two grades from nine to seven; five years below grade level qualifies a student for special education programs, meaning most of us are now literal idiots and unable to think for ourselves or make decisions required of a citizen or self-determining and independent adult. So we have a second Trump Presidency, a clown who amuses and terrifies us with his antics and violations of normality as a Theatre of Cruelty just as his role model Hitler did, cheered on by his hooting and champing brutes of white supremacist terror and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror.

     What Voices do I hear in my thoughts speaking their lines when I write? That would be Patrick Stewart as Captain Picard in the main, and sometimes Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes, who brilliantly enact roles in which I find myself cast at times, that of the commander and of the investigator. Here too is a duality, which like the figure of Janus faces in two directions.  

     Though part of the fun of languages and the performance of identities is the freedom to change, of transgression of the boundaries of the Forbidden and embracing possibilities outside of one’s comfort zone, chosen roles, and circles of belonging.

      To begin our Festival of Janus at the birth of the new year, I invite you to play a game with me; a Game of Possible Selves. Choose six characters you would like to perform, as for example those from films and books you identify with, traditionally three male and three female though any will do, as nature has but one rule; anything goes. If nothing else, randomizing identities as theatre and creative play will tell you what you value, and who you should be looking for in partners as instruments through whom we create ourselves. Write them down, cast a six sided dice, and let the dice decide who you will be today. No matter who you perform, you will still have five identities in reserve, and tomorrow is another day.

    In the words of Bob Dylan; ““And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns…that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn’t have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale…that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorient myself.”

     That one twelfth of our year is dedicated to Janus as January, figure of the new year, should tell us of his importance in our civilization, and the centrality of Chaos, transformation, rebirth, and change to our historical constructions of identity and its legacies which we drag behind us as shadow selves, like an invisible reptilian tail.

     Here I think of patriarchy and sexual terror, white supremacist terror and the epigenetic trauma of slavery and the Holocaust, divisions of exclusionary otherness and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

     And in the context of the shadows of historical and systemic inequalities and injustices, atavisms of instinct and fear weaponized in service to power and elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege, the liminal time of the new year during the month of January, sacred to change and the emergence of the new like a serpent sloughing off its old skin, is a gate of entrance into the world for hope, that final curse or gift of Pandora, in the midst of our public trauma and grieving since the recapture of America by the Fourth Reich in our 2024 election and the final act of Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump in the January 6 Insurrection upon losing the previous election, a mad act of fracture and psychotic rage if ever there was one, and the endless chasms of darkness, subversions of our democracy, perversions of our values, and violations of our ideals we have all endured since.

     For the principle of change offers us a transformational moment of decision in which all things are possible, and we may escape the consequences of our histories in creating ourselves anew.

      Who then shall we become? Asks our self of surfaces, images, and masks which each moment negotiates our boundaries with others. 

     To which our secret self, the self of darkness and of passion, the self that lives beyond the mirror and knows no limits, unbound by time and space and infinite in possibilities, replies; Who do you want to become? 

     Here follow excerpts from some of the people who have written beautifully of Janus, for whom I am named.

     As written on the Anderson Lock website; “The ancient Romans had a specific god who held the key, so to speak, to the metaphorical doors or gateways between what was and what is to come—the liminal space of transitioning out of one period of time and into something new.

     In Roman mythology, Janus was the god of doors, gates, and transitions. Janus represented the middle ground between both concrete and abstract dualities such as life/death, beginning/end, youth/adulthood, rural/urban, war/peace, and barbarism/civilization.

     Janus was known as the initiator of human life, transformations between stages of life, and shifts from one historical era to another. Ancient Romans believed Janus ruled over life events such as weddings, births, and deaths. He oversaw seasonal events such as planting, harvests, seasonal changes, and the new year.

     According to Roman mythology, Janus was present at the beginning of the world. As the god of gates, Janus guarded the gates of heaven and held access to heaven and other gods. For this reason, Janus was often invoked first in ancient Roman religious ceremonies, and during public sacrifices, offerings were given to Janus before any other deity. In fact, there is evidence that Janus was worshipped long before many of the other Roman gods, dating all the way back to the time of Romulus (the founder and first ruler of Rome).

     And if you’ve ever wondered how the month of January got its name, you have Janus to thank. As the Roman god of beginnings and transitions, Janus is the namesake of January, the first month of a new year.

     Why does Janus have two faces? What is unusual about the god Janus is his iconic image. As the god of transitions and dualities, Janus is portrayed with two faces—one facing the past, and one facing the future. He also holds a key in his right hand, which symbolizes his protection of doors, gates, thresholds, and other separations or openings between spatial boundaries. In ancient Rome, the symbol of the key also signified that a traveler has come to find safe harbor or trade goods in peace.”

     As written by Caillan Davenport in The Conversation; “January 1 can be a day of regret and reflection – did I really need that fifth glass of bubbly last night? – mixed with hope and optimism for the future, as we make plans to renew gym memberships or finally sort out our tax files. This January ritual of looking forward and backward is fitting for the first day of a month named after Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and endings.

Doorkeeper of the heavens

     In Roman mythology, Janus was a king of Latium (a region of central Italy), who had his palace on the Janiculum hill, on the western bank of the River Tiber. According to the Roman intellectual Macrobius, Janus was given divine honours on account of his own religious devotion, as he set a pious example for all his people.

     Janus was proudly venerated as a uniquely Roman god, rather than one adopted from the Greek pantheon. All forms of transition came within his purview – beginnings and endings, entrances, exits, and passageways. The name Janus (Ianus in Latin, as the alphabet had no j) is etymologically related to ianua, the Latin word for door. Janus himself was the ianitor, or doorkeeper, of the heavens.

    The cult statue of Janus depicted the god bearded with two heads. This meant that he could see forwards and backwards and inside and outside simultaneously without turning around. Janus held a staff in his right hand, in order to guide travellers along the correct route, and a key in his left to open gates.

     War and Peace

     Janus is famously associated with the transition between peace and war. Numa, the legendary second king of Rome, who was famed for his religious piety, is said to have founded a shrine to Janus Geminus (“two-fold”) in the Roman Forum, close to the Senate House. It was located in the place where Janus had bubbled up a spring of hot boiling water in order to thwart an attack on Rome by the Sabines.

     The shrine was an enclosure formed by two arched gates at each end, joined together by walls to form a passageway. A bronze statue of Janus stood in the middle, with one head facing towards each gate. According to the historian Livy, Numa intended the shrine; “as an index of peace and war, that when open it might signify that the nation was in arms, when closed that all the peoples round about were pacified.”

     The gates of Janus are said to have stayed closed for 43 years under Numa, but rarely remained so thereafter, although the first emperor Augustus boasted that he closed the shrine three times. Nero later celebrated his conclusion of peace with Parthia by minting coins showing the gates of Janus firmly shut.

     Happy New Year

     Romans believed that the month of January was added to the calendar by Numa. The association between Janus and the calendar was cemented by the construction of 12 altars, one for each month of the year, in Janus’s temple in the Forum Holitorium (the vegetable market). The poet Martial thus described Janus as “the progenitor and father of the years”.

     From 153 BC onwards, the consuls (the chief magistrates of the Republic) took office on the first day of January (which the Romans called the Kalends). The new consuls offered prayers to Janus, and priests dedicated spelt mixed with salt and a traditional barley cake, known as the ianual, to the god. Romans distributed New Year’s gifts of dates, figs, and honey to their friends, in the hope that the year ahead would turn out to be sweet, as well as coins – a sign of hoped-for prosperity.

     Janus assumed a key role in all Roman public sacrifices, receiving incense and wine first before other deities. This was because, as the doorkeeper of the heavens, Janus was the route through which one reached the other gods, even Jupiter himself. The text On Agriculture, written by Cato the Elder, describes how offerings would be made to Janus, Jupiter, and Juno as part of the pre-harvest sacrifice to ensure a good crop.

     So if you’re feeling caught between two worlds this January 1, why not head outside and celebrate Roman-style?”

     As written by Michael Shanks of the Janus Initiative, which he defines as “archaeological perspectives on understanding and managing change and innovation”; “Our case is that being mindful of the past, hindsight, is essential to being able to act for the future. Looking back, researching and exploring, that we might be better prepared for uncertain futures.

     This is not about history – knowing what happened in the past. JANUS is about an archaeological sensibility – connecting (what remains of) the past with the future through our experiences and actions now.

     Janus? Janus was the Roman divinity associated with transition, passages from pasts through to futures, windows, doorways and thresholds.

     Simultaneously looking back and forward, Janus connects pasts and futures, gaining perspective with hindsight and foresight, finding orientation now, not by telling the story of the past, not by predicting what is to come, but by seeking relationships, passages, flows from the past, ways the past lingers to haunt, hinder, and inspire the building of the future.

      The scene offers insights into relationships between temporality and agency – our capacity to matter, to make things happen – exactly the themes we are foregrounding in our initiative.”

     The power of story: A quick recap of the story in needed to understand the connections.

     Cronos (Kronos, Cronus) was the youngest of the first generation of Titans, giant offspring of primordial Ouranos (Heaven) and Gaia (Earth). Ouranos offended Gaia by imprisoning some of their younger offspring and she sought revenge by persuading Cronos to move against his father. With a stone sickle, gift from Gaia, Cronos castrated Ouranos and threw the bloody parts into the ocean, from which Venus (Aphrodite) emerged.

     His actions haunted Cronos. Fearing that one of his own offspring would turn against him, he ate them all as they were born, devouring a threatening future. His wife Rhea eventually put a stop to this when she hid Zeus and tricked Cronos to swallow a stone instead, wrapped as a new-born. Zeus returned in his maturity, poisoned Cronos, and defeated him and his Titans with the help of his brother and sister gods, vomited up alive because of the poison emetic.

     Cronos has regularly been associated with Chronos, a divine personification of time. He cut and severed Ouranos, marking the rift between heaven and earth, a gash in eternity. The scythe or sickle has become symbol of the grim reaper harvesting mortal lives.

     Dramatis Personae

     Romano draws Chronos holding an Ouroboros. Serpent devouring its own tail, a symbol since at least antiquity of eternal return, rebirth, reincarnation. The divinity is Aion, cyclical time, unbounded, the circuit of the heavens represented by the Zodiac, the seasons, in contrast to the divisible, empirical and sequential time of Cronus, cut into past, present, and future. Aion is a god of the ages, of saecula, circling generations of life.

     Aion, god of the ages, is within the circuit of the Zodiac, (an eternal mobius strip) between a summer and winter tree. In front is Gaia, Mother Earth, with four children, the four seasons.

     The winged figure is usually taken to be Nike, Victoria, holding out the winner’s crown at the moment of success. But another interpretation is possible.

     This is a scene from the great conflicts between the Titans and the Gods. With Gaia’s help Cronos has seized the opportunity and cut open the heavens. He too will fall when Zeus in turn seizes his opportunity, poisons Cronos and releases the Olympians to overthrow the Titans. Son of Cronos, or perhaps brother, the god of seizing an opportunity to act is Kairos. And Kairos is usually depicted as a winged youth, and as weighing opportunities in a scale balanced on a knife edge.

     Kairos is time to act, or not. A central principle of rhetoric, the art of persuasion, Kairos is a passing instant when an opening appears to be driven through (there are links with shooting an arrow and passing a weaving shuttle through warp and weft). The key to agency, one’s capacity to achieve, to realize potential, is the ability to adapt to and take advantage of changing, complex and contingent circumstances. This is Kairos.

    Janus stands by, a horrified witness. Romano has modeled the god(dess) on Aphrodite, who had been born of the castrated heavens, Cronos cutting eternity. Janus is involved, part of the many stories woven in and through this group of four characters or principles, seeing the interconnections between eternity and event, birth and mortality, persuasion and action, planning and opportunity, the return of the past to take vengeance.

     Time, decision-making, persuasion, opportunity, action.

     This cast of characters and principles, this dramatis personae, takes us into an allegorical world of time eternal, cyclical, and eventful, of perception, persuasion, decision and action.

     Connections of past through to future potential, the intermingling of hindsight, insight, foresight: these are also the core of an archaeological sensibility and imagination

     Imagine a person from another time in human history, from any region, race, gender, or religion. No matter the place, time, or status, you will find differences from your present situation. However, one thing remains unchanged: the need to begin again, to follow new paths and to move forward.

     If we look at it through the beliefs of ancient times, we realize that the concept of new beginnings is present throughout the history of human beings. For this reason, I explain the relationship between new beginnings and mythology. Because by looking at the past we can better understand the future.

     In the ancient Rome, they did not escape this need either. They had their own god to whom they used to pray to give them hope and protect their efforts to start afresh.”  

Ritual of Janus as a god of Chaos in “Halloween”, the sixth episode of the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; note the ritual use of masks of our true or possible selves in Halloween trick or treating in connection with Chaos as a sacred path in pursuit of the truth of ourselves

https://buffy.fandom.com/wiki/Halloween

Demian, Hermann Hesse, Thomas Mann (Introduction)

The Red Book: Liber Novus, C.G. Jung, Sonu Shamdasani (Editor), Mark Kyburz (Translator), John Peck (Translator), Ulrich Hoerni  (Preface)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6454477-the-red-book?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_11

The Dice Man, Luke Rhinehart

A Complete Unknown, Timothée Chalamet  official trailer

https://theconversation.com/who-was-janus-the-roman-god-of-beginnings-and-endings-86853

https://scribalo.com/en/scribablog/new-beginnings-and-mythology-janus-the-romans-god/

https://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/janus-words-sanction-and-cleave

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janus

https://www.lionsroar.com/the-wisdom-in-the-dark-emotions/

Ovid, Fasti, Book I: https://web.archive.org/web/20050419220209/http://www.tkline.freeserve.co.uk/OvidFastiBkOne.htm#_Toc69367257

           Visions of my Possible Best Selves and Role Models of Identity Performance:

Patrick Stewart as Captain Picard

Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes

January 1 2025 Hope Returns: The Great Zohran Becomes Mayor of New York

     Like the Great and Powerful Oz, The Great Mamdani has made us believe in each other once again, and as the iconic line in the film goes “Nothing is impossible, if you believe.”

     In terms of the broad political movement of America in the 21st century, what the victory of Mamdani in our most important city and the center of our financial industry signifies is the triumph of a newly coalescing polity which is replacing the old Democratic Party, and which champions many of the goals and policies of the F.D.R. administration which saved us from the brink of utter collapse and ruin in the Depression, a reclaiming of our heart and duty of care for others which also created our ability to Resist conquest by fascist tyrannies.

     If we can achieve the moral regeneration of America, we can free our nation from capture by the Fourth Reich and the hideous Trump regime of freaks.

    None of this is entirely new; Bernie Sanders, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, and our other figureheads and celebrities of the Democratic Socialists of America created this political space from the remnants of the old socialist left of the 1960’s, but what is new is the context of a hollowed out Democratic Party which has lost any legitimacy in the wake of the abandonment of our principles of universal human rights by Biden and Harris in failing to oppose the Israeli genocide of the Palestinians, and in the rejection of the Green New Deal and free universal healthcare which is an unquestionable precondition of the Constitutional Right to Life.

      As the kleptocracy of the Collaborationist wing of the Democratic Party rendered its colossal apparatus of power rudderless and without meaning, the visionaries and firebrands of the Democratic Socialists of America formed an insurgency within the party and now lead it into the future as the only true opposition to the Trump regime.

      A friend has written of the grief and dread of our times, and the fear which looms over the new year. In reply and to you all, speaking from the far side of the mirror and from within the Abyss, I say that unknowns can hold terrors within themselves, but also possibilities undreamed, and for all things there is a balance according to Newton ‘s Third Law of Motion. We have only the joy we can bring to each other. Hold such things close, my friends, and do not let go of a moment of light in this vast darkness.

     In The Great Zohran, America has found such a light; all that remains is the work to make it real.

       What kind of person will a future America, increasing like New York a land of immigrants which must be grounded in values of diversity and inclusion if it is to survive, choose to represent themselves? I phrase the question of Mamdani’s relevance to our future in this way because it remains the central question of national identity and citizenship; who is an American, and who decides?      

      As written by Lucy Campbell in The Guardian, in an article entitled ‘I don’t think we should have billionaires’: mayor Zohran Mamdani in his own words; “Zohran Mamdani, the democratic socialist who is now mayor of New York City, ran a campaign known for its soaring political rhetoric, its viral memes and its candidate’s witty quips.

     Here are some of the quotes that came to define his historic push to lead one of the world’s most important cities:

     1. In his victory speech, Mamdani, who was born in Uganda and moved to New York City with his family at age seven, asserted his direct opposition to Donald Trump’s aggressive anti-immigration agenda, celebrating the contributions of immigrants to the the city, and vowing to protect those communities against US Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE).

     New York will remain a city of immigrants: a city built by immigrants, powered by immigrants, and, as of tonight, led by an immigrant. So hear me, President Trump, when I say this: to get to any of us, you will have to get through all of us.

     2. In a heated exchange with independent candidate Andrew Cuomo during an October mayoral debate, Mamdani clapped back to criticisms about his lack of experience by highlighting grave failures under Cuomo’s tenure as state governor.

     What I don’t have in experience, I make up for in integrity. And what you don’t have in integrity, you could never make up for with experience.

     3. Mamdani, who grew up in the shadow of 9/11, has spoken many times about his experiences of Islamophobia – an issue that remained very much alive during the racially charged election. In a pointed response to Islamophobic attacks against him, Mamdani declared in his victory speech that rhetoric like that would no longer win elections in New York City.

     No more will New York be a city where you can traffic in Islamophobia and win an election.

     4. Mamdani’s snappy retort to a heckler yelling “communist” at him was an instant hit. The clip of the democratic socialist mounting a Citi Bike and cycling off became a viral moment in his campaign, bringing together his focus on affordable transit, cycling infrastructure, and his sense of humor.

     It’s pronounced ‘cyclist’.

     5. Mamdani remained unapologetic about his identity and values in his victory speech.

     I am young, despite my best efforts to grow older. I am Muslim. I am a democratic socialist. And most damning of all, I refuse to apologize for any of this.

     6. With affordability at the heart of Mamdani’s campaign, he made many statements on economic inequality and wanting to raise taxes on the city’s wealthiest.

     I don’t think that we should have billionaires because, frankly, it is so much money in a moment of such inequality, and ultimately, what we need more of is equality across our city and across our state and across our country.

     7. Mamdani’s “response to #burritogate” – where he had been pictured on the subway eating a burrito with a knife and fork.

     I hear you. I see you. And if you’re a burrito on the Q train, I eat you.

     8. Mamdani’s victory speech was watched far beyond the borders of New York City. It had resonance across the US, and the rest of the world, and into the White House itself. Mamdani, in directly taking on Trump during the address, showed he knew exactly who was watching.

     If anyone can show a nation betrayed by Donald Trump how to defeat him, it is the city that gave rise to him. So, if there is any way to terrify a despot, it is by dismantling the very conditions that allowed him to accumulate power. This is not only how we stop Trump, it’s how we stop the next one. So, Donald Trump, since I know you’re watching, I have four words for you: turn the volume up!”

     What can we expect of him? As written by Edward Helmore in The Guardian, in an article entitled Zohran Mamdani is now mayor of New York City. Here’s what he campaigned on; “ohran Mamdani was sworn into office as New York’s 111th mayor at the stroke of midnight, the first Muslim mayor as well as the first to take office as a Democrat bearing the credentials of a democratic socialist.

     The 34-year-old was sworn in by Letitia James, the state attorney general, in a disused subway station beneath city hall that acts as turnaround for the local 5 train, to be followed by a first-of-its-kind public block party along Broadway’s “Canyon of Heroes”.

     “I cannot wait to see everyone tomorrow as we begin our term,” Mamdani said from a wide subway staircase. “This is truly the honor and the privilege of a lifetime.”

     Mamdani said last year that he campaigned “in poetry”, that is with a sense of idealism, but would govern “in prose”, that is with practicality. Now the job of governing begins, and navigating the politically complex terrain of America’s largest city where ideological principles may not smoothly translate to effective governance.

     Mamdani and his transition team have appointed more than 400 New Yorkers to serve as advisers on personnel and policy. The overriding theme is to deliver on the mayor’s affordability, or economic rights, agenda. Mamdani’s platform, according to his website, is built off the premise that “New York is too expensive. Zohran will lower costs and make life easier.”

     Freeze the rent

     The mayor’s campaign noted that 2m New Yorkers live in rent stabilized apartments and “these homes should be the bedrock of economic security for the city’s working class”. He has promised to freeze rent increases, but he does not have direct power to do that and must get around a rent guidelines board that does.

     Mamdani has also pledged to triple the city’s production of “permanently affordable, union-built, rent-stabilized homes” – constructing 200,000 new units over the next decade – and crack down on negligent landlords.

     Community safety

     Mamdani says every New Yorker deserves to be safe and that requires “creating economic stability, dignified work, and well-resourced neighborhoods”. A newly formed Department of Community Safety will be assigned “to prevent violence before it happens by taking a public health approach to safety”. In practice, that may mean sending civilian mental health workers – not the police or fire department – to intervene in mental health crises.

     Affordability

     Mamdani proposes that municipal grocery stores, using city-owned buildings and selling at wholesale prices, would help defray rising grocery costs. He estimates that one in five New Yorkers struggle to afford public transport. He plans to eliminate bus fares on every city bus and build new bus lanes to make them faster. He also plans to clamp down on misleading advertising and predatory contracts, and ban all hidden fees. At his inauguration, Mamdani appointed veteran city planner Mike Flynn as the new transportation secretary for New York.

     Early childhood and education

     Mamdani says the biggest cost for working New Yorkers after rent is childcare costs, and it is driving families with children from the city. He proposes free childcare for every New Yorker aged six weeks to five years. With 125,000 babies born yearly in the city, new mothers will get “a collection of essential goods and resources, free of charge, including items like diapers, baby wipes, nursing pads, post-partum pads, swaddles, and books”. He also plans to finance an expansion of K12 childhood education services.

     Paying for it

     The cost of Mamdani’s program is put at $10bn a year. But the city is essentially a vassal of the state and there is no guarantee the state government will agree. Mamdani plans to raise the top corporate tax rate from 7.25% to 11.5% – a hike that he estimates will raise $5bn a year. He also plans to raise personal income taxes on the top 1% of earners, or about 34,000 households earning over $1m a year, by 2%. Mamdani estimates that will raise an additional $4bn.

     Raising the minimum wage

     Mamdani says he plans to champion a new city law to bring the minimum wage to $30 an hour by 2030. “In the world’s richest city, making the minimum wage shouldn’t mean living in poverty,” his manifesto argues. “But that’s exactly what it means for working people today.”

     Trump-proofing NYC

     Mamdani, despite his surprisingly festive meeting with Donald Trump at the White House in November, claims the president “is tearing at the fabric of New York City”. He plans to “fight Trump’s attempts to gouge the working class”, strengthen the city’s sanctuary city apparatus, get Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) out of city facilities, end any ICE cooperation and boost immigration legal services to an estimated 400,000 New Yorkers who are at risk of deportation.”

     As I wrote in my post of  November 6 2025, Hope Triumphs Over Despair: The Great Zohran Returns To America Our Heart; We celebrate the triumph of hope over despair, as The Great Zohran phrased it in his historic victory speech, a title I now confer upon our Mayor-Elect of New York because he has truly done the impossible in liberating the people of New York from both the state tyranny and white supremacist terror of the Republicans and from repression of dissent, marginalization of the poor, and political capture by the Collaborationist wing of the Democratic Party and its machine now forever branded with complicity in the genocide of the Palestinians.

     Zohran Mamdani I name as a magician, for he leads a class war against elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and their systems of oppression as well as a revolution against the Fourth Reich’s captured American state of force and control with its brutal ICE white supremacist terror force, a tide of darkness which threatens both democracy and our universal human rights not only here in America but throughout the world, and against vast and enormous power has emerged victorious to call out the Abomination Trump in a televised speech to all future humankind. What does one call this, if not magic?

     And the people of America have triumphed over despair and division not only in New York which leads the way into the future as the Social Democrats do the nation, but in the liberation of Virginia and in the glorious mass resistance of California to subjugation in the face of federal Occupation armies and ICE white supremacist terror. Throughout America, the tide turns toward liberty and a free society of equals.

     Among the last words Jean Genet and I said to each other in Beirut 1982, I asked “What do I do with my life, now that I know everything we think we know is a lie? How do I live when the world is a lie?” To which he replied; “Live with grandeur.”

     The tide of fascist tyranny has not yet been turned, but thanks to the window of possibilities opened by this Rashomon Gate Event we may all have a chance to live with grandeur.

     As I wrote in my post of June 25 2025 The Mamdani Miracle of New York;       The Mamdani Miracle of New York smashes the Collaborationist wing of the Democratic Party’s containment cell for revolutionary forces of change, reimagination, and transformation of our systems and institutions which enforce elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and marginalize and silence dissent.

     Vast wealth and propaganda machines have been defied and overthrown as a deathgrip of reactionary forces which Janus like bear two faces, Democratic and Republican, and across the last forty five years have conspired together in the neoliberal order of capitalist exploitation and the erosion of our parallel and interdependent rights as citizens and as human beings.

      As this order collapses from the mechanical failures of its internal inconsistencies and contradictions and before the intrusive force of Nazi revivalism and white supremacist terror together with Gideonite theocratic patriarchal sexual terror which captured the Republican Party in 1980 and now has metastasized throughout our society to capture the state under the loathsome and aberrant Trump regime, the people rise to seize power from those who would enslave us and steal our souls.

     Last November the momentum of Resistance to the Fall of America and democracy broke upon the shoal of the Democratic Party’s abandonment of our principle of universal human rights and complicity in the genocide of the Palestinians, as well as abandonment of the Green New Deal and hope of human survival under threat of ecological collapse and species extinction, abandonment of universal healthcare as a precondition of the right to life and a just society, and abandonment of the Abolition of Police as a racist state terror force and army of occupation designed to re-enslave Black citizens as prison bond labor, a police state made more terrible still by the nefarious Patriot Act which militarized policing and birthed the counterinsurgency model of police, and now with ICE and federal troops occupying our cities has become a primary instrument of subversion of democracy and theft of our equality and of meaningful citizenship.

     Then of course we have our Rapist In Chief, Traitor Trump, who was elected because he is a white supremacist terrorist and patriarchal sexual terrorist whose voters want permission to do the same, openly. The driving force behind all of this is the death spiral of capitalism as capital tries to free itself of its host political system, democracy.

     The Democratic Party also lost the crucial votes of nonwhite men who voted to keep the only power they have, patriarchal privilege, during Kamala’s single issue abortion rights campaign which attempted to reverse 2,700 years of patriarchy as our primary system of oppression, dated from the writing of The Hanging of the Maids attributed to Homer and interrogated by Margaret Atwood in The Penelopiad.

      These are the four goals any movement toward the Restoration of America as a democracy must champion and realize; universal human rights including those of women and bodily autonomy and Boycott, Divestiture, and Sanction of Israel, a Green New Deal, universal free healthcare, and Abolition of police and the total dismantling of our institutions of state terror and tyranny. 

     And now suddenly, as faceless police terrorists abduct nonwhite people without cause or trial and send them to foreign hells to be forgotten, a champion arises to join others in the liberation and Restoration of New York and one day all America.

Oz the Great and Powerful trailer

‘I don’t think we should have billionaires’: mayor Zohran Mamdani in his own words

Zohran Mamdani is now mayor of New York City. Here’s what he campaigned on

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jan/01/zohran-mamdani-mayor-campaign-policies?fbclid=IwY2xjawPDlf1leHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeL5E3ApgchJZMg8llDX7cjjMOLa53EO5xIli1K2Ob8uO3-ncJZTwJyLU_l3s_aem_puh1J6We4fIxj_6H9Eh-Lg

Zohran Mamdani sworn in as mayor of New York City

Who is Zohran Mamdani, New York’s Democratic socialist new mayor?

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/nov/04/zohran-mamdani-profile

I’ve been a New Yorker for 23 years. Today Zohran Mamdani’s swearing-in makes this city a real home, Mona Eltahawy

November 6 2025 Hope Triumphs Over Despair: The Great Zohran Returns To America Our Heart

December 31 2025 Greet With Me the Dawn of the Age of No Boundaries, Wherein Nothing Is Forbidden

     No Boundaries!

     I greet the New Year of No Boundaries, wherein Nothing is Forbidden and all our norms have been violated and become powerless to shape us to the uses of authority, and we are free from the tyranny of sanctioned identities and other people’s ideas of virtue.

     In 2025 we broke the tablets of the Law, transgressed all limits and defied those who would enslave and dehumanize us, but also witnessed our abandonment of the principle of universal human rights as America’s taxes buy the deaths of children and the genocide and ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians, in the ICE white supremacist terror force campaign of ethnic cleansing in America, in our crimes against humanity and acts of piracy and murder on the high seas against Venezuelan peasant fishermen in colonial attempts to capture their oil, in the bombing of Nigeria as theocratic terror, of terrible destruction in Ukraine with American complicity in Russian imperial conquest, in the many ongoing theatres of World War Three as Russia’s mad schemes of conquest and dominion of a new empire threaten to consume us all, and in America the collapse and failure of hope and resistance in our elections and social degradation in the embrace of theocratic fascism, white supremacist terror, patriarchal sexual terror, and our shared national trauma of subjugation, dehumanization, falsification, and commodification by a regime of brutal police repression and thought control, as sadly not all Americans joined us in this great and historic mission of Resistance to save America, democracy, and our civilization, and our elections of last year have given us over to the tyranny and terror of a second Trump regime of treasonous and dishonorable violations and subversions of our ideals of liberty, equality, truth, and justice.

     Yet the Restoration of America and our liberation from the Fourth Reich was a near run thing, versus election rigging by Russia and the plutocratic money and propaganda of hegemonic elites of wealth, power, and privilege, most significantly including the Nazi-Apartheid criminal Elon Musk, and though we lost this round we will not stay down. Resist we did, and ever shall.

     We have forced the man behind the curtain to show himself and be afraid; we are become a nation of emperors with no clothes and the truthtellers who like the Jester of King Lear expose them by speaking truth as seizures of power.

     We are a horde of squealing brutes like Circe’s Swine greedy to devour each other’s humanity and eyeing our fellows with rapacious fear and hate seeking otherness to subjugate as offerings to our demons of power and pride, wealth and avarice; but we are also a nation of liberators who safeguard our common freedom and equality.

     One day, among our myriad possible futures, we may become a Band of Bothers once again.

     It may be the work of generations to reclaim the dream of America as a guarantor of universal human rights, a principle violated and savaged by Traitor Trump and long abandoned with the peoples of Palestine and Ukraine, a largely fictitious and illusory America once a forge and shield of democracy and a beacon of hope to the world, and we must always be vigilant against fascism and atavisms of instinct and fear as racist and patriarchal barbarism, but the tide of history may still be turned from an Age of Tyrants to one of a United Humankind, and it is our privilege to be its champions and witnesses.

     Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, once again Rapist In Chief of our nation, and his regime of madness has inverted our values and defiled our ideals, but has also revealed the flaws of our civilization and of America, exposed the treasonous predators among us. Though America has now Fallen once more to capture by the Fourth Reich we must always remember the hope of the Restoration of America and democracy represented by the Biden era, equivocal, contingent, and tenuous though it was, and in the end a betrayal of our humanity as Biden sent weapons to Israel to commit war crimes and did so himself in ordering drone attacks against our positions in Yemen in a failed and despicable attempt to break our victorious counter blockade of the Israeli blockade of humanitarian aid; despite all of this and the betrayal and collapse of the Restoration of democracy in America by the Democratic Party and Genocide Joe who abandoned us and our universal human rights, we yet began to seize our power and reimagine the possibilities of becoming human.

      But we have far to go in emergence from the legacies of our histories, as we have seen in both our Republican and Democratic Parties betrayal of us and of our principles of universal human rights in failure to hold Israel responsible for her many crimes against humanity , and our historic mission to restore a free society of equals to America after her Fall under the Fourth Reich in the Stolen Election of 2016 and of 2024, by making us all complicit in the genocide, war crimes, and ethnic cleansing our taxes pay for in Palestine.

     In the end, is there any real difference between our performative political parties, which seem designed to trick us into believing someone in control represents our interests though both are beholden to their bankrollers and the only true rule in American politics is, nobody messes with the grift?

     The enemy does not regard others as human, is committed to the destruction of both our institutions and of our ideals of democracy, performs governance as a Theatre of Cruelty and will stop at no horror or atrocity to achieve our falsification, commodification, and dehumanization, and is about to seize the state of America as a launchpad of the Fourth Reich and Nazi revivalism in Europe. They captured the Republican Party in 1980 and have built toward this moment for forty years; it is unclear whether we have decades or years more before our Constitution is suspended and our flag comes down for the last time.

     But this is no longer secret, nor the faces of our enemies hidden beneath hoods like the KKK, though the ICE white supremacist terror force apes the hoods of the KKK with masks as well as in a campaign of ethnic cleansing, and this gives us opportunity to act. 

    This past year we have awakened and broken the spell of our enslavement, a siren call of lies and illusions designed to drive us into abject submission to authority through learned helplessness under systems of armed and militarized police, universal surveillance, and brutal repression of dissent by armies of Occupation and loathsome Cop Cities which seek to industrialize the manufacture of white supremacist state terror, to dehumanize and feed us as raw material into the machine of wealth and power of elites; like Charlie Chaplin caught in the gears of a vast and monstrous device in The Factory we have fought for our humanity and in refusal to submit have become Unconquered and free.

     So also we have Resisted the dehumanization of women in the legislative theft of women’s rights of bodily autonomy which criminalizes childbearing under the guise of abortion bans, subjugates both women and their doctors to the whimsy of patriarchal and theocratic state institutions as theft of witness and authority, violates our first right of property in the ownership of our own bodies, and is a primary strategy of the subversion of democracy.

     In this time of great peril, let us refuse to submit or our solidarity of action be divided by authorized identities of blood, faith, and soil, or our Resistance and leverage disempowered by ideological fracture.

     Freedom is immolation of our history and all that we have known and been; for the chance to become better, something never before imagined, and wholly ours.

     Now we must help others to see the conditions of their enslavement, and together in solidarity work toward the liberation of humankind from systems of unequal power.

    Nothing Is Forbidden! Welcome the new age of the unconquered human sublime. 

Paris fireworks 2025 New Year’s Eve

December 30 2025 The Year In Review

       In the Year of the Fall of America 2025 Trump began his Second Regime with a purge campaign against his personal enemies and two major campaigns of subversion of democracy.

     First, the sabotage of our institutions including putting leverageable minions, often incompetent, venal, and kleptocratic, in charge of things they were ideologically opposed to, and setting Elon Musk’s DOGE team loose to fire federal workers and dismantle their arms of governance to make it impossible to govern, and by abandoning our allies and toadying to our enemies for bribes while monkey wrenching our economy with tariffs.

     The second major campaign of subversion of democracy was the creation of an ICE white supremacist terror force with a mission of ethnic cleansing. All of this I and many others have fought, in the case of ICE literally in the streets, and America is getting very good at mass and direct action in Resistance.

     As I wrote in my post of January 21 2025, Horror On Opening Night As Deranged Idiot Clown Show Returns to White House; Depravities, violations, sadism, monstrosity; the horrors of opening night spew forth from the diseased and rotting mind of Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, Rapist In Chief of a fallen America as our deranged idiot mascot of fascism and theocracy returns to the White House with his Theatre of Cruelty.

     Elon Musk’s Nazi salutes typify the minions of the Clown and will be remembered forever as a symbol of the Party of Treason and the Deplorables who voted it into power, who slavering and ululating with mindless abandon cheer him on to greater performances of the grotesque and the bizarre.

     After preening before the crowd and dropping his pants so that various wellwishers could kiss his grublike white butt, Trump grinned, leered, grunted like a pig and hopped up on a table to squat and excrete a mass of Executive Orders which like Thing One and Thing Two immediately set about creating chaos.

      Then he summoned one of the migrant children he had stolen from their parents, cleverly tied up Shibari style and prodded along by handlers in KKK hoods with fireplace pokers, who made their prisoner jump through hoops like lion tamers to resounding applause. “Here’s my very first Executive Order, ladies and gentlemen; we’re going to round up all the migrants, only the ones who aren’t white mind you, just so nobody worries that we’re treating people unfairly because they’re not people, and we’re selling the bond of their labor on an open exchange so you can all buy some, everyone can buy some slaves, and you can do anything you want with them, anything at all, because I said so just now, and it doesn’t matter anyway because only our kind are really truly human. And you can forget about legal and illegal immigrants, or if they were born here or not, because it’s the bad blood I’m worried about and not what it says on paper, we’re just starting with the immigrants but don’t worry, we’ll get to the rest of them eventually”.

      And the crowd laughed and threw money, which Trump snapped out of the air like a dog catching treats.  

     As I wrote in my post of January 31 2025, Trump Unfurls His Tongue of Lies;    Trump unfurls his Tongue of Lies like a red carpet for celebrities of wickedness, marked with the sigil of the demon he worships and is possessed by; Moloch the Deceiver.

      Pestilence comes forth wearing the zombie form of Robert F Kennedy Jr the Truly Awful, his brain eaten by a swarming mass of worms and bearing his Plague Doctor’s mask at the ready.

     Here follows his comrade Civil War possessing the leering and drunken Christian Nationalist Pete Hegseth, dragging behind him the shadows of the Crusades, the Inquisition, slavery, patriarchy, and the Divine Right of Kings, bearing the Cross he wishes to nail us all to.

     Famine appears as Tulsi Gabbard, Russian spy, collaborator in Assad’s regime of torture in Syria and in Putin’s atrocities of imperial conquest in Ukraine, whore of tyranny who seeks our ruin for the benefit of her evil paymasters, not to protect American interests and markets but to undermine and sell them off as we wither and become Hollow Men, gaunt and starving, consumed from within by the hunger and avarice which consumes them like the cannibal Wendigo while our enemies fatten as we die and become nothing, bearing a wizened apple doll like the picture of Dorian Gray as a sign of our future ruin and moral collapse and hissing serpentine curses like the figure of Hunger in the film Pan’s Labyrinth, a perfect allegory of the Trump regime.  

     Death of the state and nation of America arrives with the fanfare of trumpets as an all-conquering shadow of our darkness, fears and self-hatred and internalized oppression made manifest in the figure of the fake Jethro of questionable pronouns and tattooed eyeliner JD Vance, failed drag queen whose mission is the fall of the world order of democracy, the dismantling of the American state, and its replacement with a plutocracy of tyrant CEO’s wherein citizenship is meaningless and we are all slaves of elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and white male privilege, bearing the manacles which symbolize terminal stage capitalism as it seeks to free itself of its host political system.

     A parade of fools follows the Four Horsemen of Our American Apocalypse, each representing the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world, their praises sung by the multi-headed beast of fascist propaganda led by X CEO Elon Musk and others yapping in chorus and jostling for position.

     And last, crawling on his belly like a submissive dog, comes the husk of Rudy Giuliani, utterly vacuous and eaten from within by the demons he serves. Such is the fate of all who serve and are loyal to Traitor Trump, who serves and is loyal only to himself.   

     Truly, “Hell is empty and all the devils are here” as Ariel’s line in The Tempest goes, prancing and capering in their many guises.

     In the audience the treasonous and dishonorable brutes of theocratic patriarchal sexual terror who voted for a Rapist In Chief that he may grant them permission for the same and of white supremacist terror who voted for a Nazi Revivalist that they may imagine themselves superior to anyone else in their wretchedness and degenerate villainy and enact genocide and slavery, both forms of power as subjugation and dehumanization of others born of fear and weaponized in service to the centralization of authority to a carceral state of force and control, hooting and champing and each bearing a sign and flaw of their subhuman degenerate nature, a tail or a horn, seize upon the prancing embodied lies with avarice and eat them up in the primary ritual of a Trump rally black mass.  

    Thus for an America and ideals of human being, meaning, and value rendered meaningless by misdirections and distortions of the truth, captured and lost in the myriad reflections, echoes, and false images of Trump’s funhouse mirrors of lies.

     Lies are all Trump has; strip him of his Cloak of Illusions and Lies and his true nature as a monster and predator is revealed to the world. 

     This week Trump and his clown show caused a nationwide panic by defunding, deregulating, abolishing independent oversight, trying to force mass resignations of federal workers, and shutting down the government. Among the first side effects of the federal spending freeze was the medicare portal for payments going down which shut down our nation’s hospitals and healthcare system and the crash of a jet in Washington DC because no one in in the flight control tower or at the helm of the FAA. This is only the beginning of what a nation which abandons the institutions of state entirely looks like; the nation falls apart. And this is exactly what the Trump regime wants, as capital tries to free itself of its host political system.

      We see you, enemies of democracy and humanity, and we will neither believe your lies not obey your commands.

     And while our systems of oppression and unequal power are doomed and must inevitably collapse, our seizures of power and liberation struggle cannot be defeated while we disbelieve and disobey, refuse to submit and unite in solidarity as guarantors of each other’s rights as citizens and as human beinbgs.

     For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

     For the next act of Trump’s Theatre of Cruelty, Musk’s team of hooligans seized our data and began selling it on the dark web and to our enemies in Russia and elsewhere, just because they could. As I wrote in my post of February 7 2025, Troll King Elon Musk and the Great American Bank Robbery: the Theft of Our Private Records As Hostage Taking, Information Warfare, and Subversion of Democracy; We witnessed this week the seizure of our federal and private data including social security, medicare, and tax records, our lives and retirement now held hostage against our subjugation to the Fourth Reich and its program of dismantling the institutions of the state and subversion of democracy, white supremacist terror, theocratic patriarchal sexual terror, and the centralization of power and authority to a corporate model tyranny of force and control.

     In this the Party of Treason’s coup from the top led by Traitor Trump and his paymaster the Troll King Elon Musk, in pursuit of dreams of the destruction of America and our remaking into a Nazi-Confederate state in the case of Trump and a Nazi-Apartheid regime in the case of Musk, our enemies weaponize faith, disparity, and white male grievance in service to power through falsification, commodification, and dehumanization.

     This we must Resist, By Any Means Necessary.

      A new horror was unleashed by the Trump regime in Gaza; as I wrote in my post of February 8 2025 Trump Dreams of A New Crusader Kingdom In Gaza As A Co Conspirator In Netanyahu’s Zionist Ethnic Cleansing and Genocide of the Palestinians

     Once you open the door to theocratic tyranny and terror, there is no going back; we must go through it, and reach our liberation on the other side.

     Our Clown of Terror and Rapist In Chief Traitor Trump wishes to erase the Palestinians and in their place build a Riviera and playground of wealthy fools and hegemonic elites as a new crusader kingdom, dazzled by fantasies of limitless wealth and a power base independent from the limits of the American political system. This aligns with the historical forces at work which drive the global embrace of authoritarian regimes and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, as capitalism in its terminal stage seeks to free itself of democracy as its host political system.

     We have see this dream of madness and cruelty before, during the Crusades which continued from 1096 with the capture of Jerusalem to 1718 in the  Austro-Turkish War; the central conflicts involved in the idea of colonial empires authorized by the Infinite as war, plunder, and amoral rapacity versus the ideals of chivalry and the social use of force as defense of the innocent and the powerless are beautifully interrogated in the film Kingdom of Heaven.

      If Trump and Netanyahu are permitted to realize their dreams of imperial conquest and dominion through the ethnic cleansing and genocide of the Palestinians, we will witness the re-enactment of the horrors and travesty of the Crusades, as Vichy America establishes a colony of Christian Identity-Zionist elites beyond the reach of all law by which to destabilize and capture Europe and much else.

      And the world will enter a new dark ages as democracy and civilization falls to an Age of Tyrants and wars of imperial dominion fought with weapons of unimaginable horror, possible for seven or more centuries as were the Crusades, and ending with the extinction of humankind.

     Our reaction to the crimes of the Trump Regime came swiftly. As I wrote of how we began the year in my post of February 27 2025, The Antifascist International 2025 World Congress Berlin; Hundreds of Antifascist groups from all over Europe and beyond were in attendance and met over several days organizing the Antifascist International plans of action on several fronts, including the Ukraine and Palestine theatres of war wherein our Abraham Lincoln Brigades and other forces continue to fight for our freedom and our humanity.

     This in balance with the CPAC meeting of fascists in Washington D.C. in the captured state of Vichy America; for tyranny and the social use of force obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion and always creates its own Resistance.

    The Trump regime and Musk’s Destruction Of Government E-Hooligans have been illegally sending federal workers firing notices, demands to quit, and to send a list of what they have accomplished this week. A massive firewall of Resistance has blossomed throughout our government in response, and is pushing back with myriads of lawfare suits against this dark state of unelected and unvetted saboteurs of democracy, which seems to be winning.

    My own list for this week includes intelligence, strategy, and policy guidance and planning for actions in Russia versus the Putin regime, in America versus the Trump regime, in Israel versus the Netanyahu regime, direct actions in solidarity with the liberation struggles of the people of Palestine, Ukraine, Myanmar, democracy and Resistance movements in Hong Kong, China, Thailand, Sri Lanka, Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, West Papua, the Philippines, Brunei, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, East Timor, India, Kashmir, Haiti, Argentina, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Nagorno-Karabakh, Libya, and Africa, and antifascist operations in Germany, Austria, France, Italy, Spain, the Netherlands, Sweden, and elsewhere.

      From the Antifascist International World Congress in Berlin I went directly to Kyiv where representatives of national, EU, UN, and NATO governments where meeting in conferences to coordinate support of Ukraine without America, and in the shadows other forms of solidarity, allyship, and direct action against Russian forces and the Putin regime were gathering. Crucially this includes not only elements of the Ukrainian Armed Forces and their International Legionnaires, and the foreign intelligence and special operations forces who fight with them, but also members of the Russian Army who work with them against Putin and the invasion, Russian citizens who are democracy and peace activists, and other volunteers and partisans like myself and the Abraham Lincoln Brigade of Ukraine which I founded and operates within Russia from Warsaw with our Russian counterparts. I was there to open a second headquarters in Kyiv to directly support Ukrainian and allied forces.

     Zelensky must now negotiate for the survival of Ukraine with an American President who is a Russian agent, a lunatic, and an idiot; Zelensky intends to put a gold ring through Trump’s nose and teach him to dance like a circus pig, without being eaten in the process. In this Forlorn Hope Zelensky needs all the help he can get, and what we can do, will be done.

    We are now at war in America against our own government, and we fight a war both of Resistance as disobedience, disbelief, and refusal to submit which includes bringing a Reckoning to those who would dehumanize, falsify, commodify, and enslave us, and of Revolution as bringing change to systems of unequal power and oppression, most especially those of white supremacist terror and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror which includes class war and seizures of power.

    All Resistance is War to the Knife, beyond pity, fear, and remorse, beyond all laws and all limits, for those who do not regard us as fellow human beings and respect no laws and no limits may hide behind none.

     Let us run amok and be ungovernable.

     In this sacred cause of our liberty and our universal human rights, wherein we unite in solidarity as guarantors of each other’s rights and as Chamberlain phrased it at the Battle of Gettysburg; “We are an army out to set other men free”, we who resist and refuse to submit to authority cannot be defeated and will inevitably be victorious in the end, for who cannot be compelled by force is free and has become Unconquered.

     If we all do our part in whatever ways we can, and as the Oath of the Resistance goes “We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and yield not, and abandon not our fellows.”

     This, this, this.

    When they come for us, as those who would enslave us always have and will, let them find not a people subjugated by division, learned helplessness, and despair, but a United Humankind in which we are all of us guarantors of each other’s humanity.

    Our choices and actions in such Defining Moments become a forge of the soul by which we may reinvent ourselves. In the end what determines the quality of our humanity and who we will become among the limitless possibilities of human being, meaning, and value and of becoming human as a seizure of power and self ownership of our identity is a simple thing, but not an easy one; how will you use your power?

    In the end all that matters is what we do with our fear and how we use our power; do something beautiful with yours.

    Patriarchy and racism are systems of unequal power and oppression as sexual and white supremacist terror, and these are systemic mechanisms of control, falsification, commodification, and dehumanization spun of lies, illusions, false histories, and alternate realities, a wilderness of mirrors which distort and capture our images, and a nightmare from which humankind must awaken.

   To this pathology of disconnectedness and the terror of our nothingness, to division, abjection, learned helplessness, and despair in the face of overwhelming force, I make reply with Buffy the Vampire Slayer quoting the instructions to priests in the Book of Common Prayer in episode eleven of season seven, Showtime, after luring an enemy into an arena to defeat as a demonstration to her recruits; “I don’t know what’s coming next. But I do know it’s gonna be just like this – hard, painful. But in the end, it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the one’s left standing. Here endeth the lesson.”

     For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

      What is to be done, as Tolstoy and Lenin asked with such different results, the founding of nonviolence as a faith winnowed down do the Sermon On The Mount and carried onwards by Gandhi and Martin Luther King, and in relief the Russian Revolution and all those it spawned.

     For us the lesson of CPAC and the capture of the state by the Fourth Reich in Vichy America is clear and determinative as imposed conditions of struggle, in which all power is held by elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and the carceral state as embodied violence, in a world where law serves power, order appropriates, and there is no just Authority; we are no longer bound by a false morality defined by those who would enslave us and who do regard us as human beings, and we may act to claw back something of our humanity from the darkness, beyond hope of victory or even survival, by any means necessary.

     Everyone who goes hungry today, whose loved ones die from denial of medical care by insurance, whose children are crippled from not being vaccinated for polio, who is homeless, all who are the waste products of capitalism, have a hunting license for elites, fascists, racists, theocrats, enforcers, apologists, and functionaries of authority signed by the Infinite.

     No state can legislate away our humanity and duty of care for each other. To this and to fascist tyranny and the aberrant and criminal regime of Traitor Trump, Rapist in Chief and his wrecking crew of hooligans bent on destruction of the state and the ideals and values of democracy, let us give the only reply it merits; Never Again!

     As we mobilized globally for a total war of Resistance to fascist tyranny, in America we organized a series of recurring mass actions in protest against the regime.  This began with the People’s Union Boycott and coalesced later into the No King’s Day protests. As I wrote in my post of February 28 2025, On this Day of National General Boycott of Trump Co Conspirators In Fascist Tyranny and Terror and the Subversion of Democracy, Let Us Bring A Reckoning To Those Who Would Enslave Us In Honor Of  Mangione the Avenger; On this day of national general boycott of Trump co-conspirators in fascist tyranny and terror and the subversion of democracy, let us bring a Reckoning to those who would enslave us in honor of Mangione the Avenger, Hero of the People.

      Utterly destroy and pursue to extinction all financiers, apologists, enablers and co-conspirators of Trump in the subversion of democracy. Let us purge our destroyers from among us and bring a Reckoning to each and every one.

      Why should we be merciful to those who do not regard us as fellow human beings and offer us no mercy? 

      By Any Means Necessary, friends; let us not make false moral equivalence between the violence of the slavemaster and the violence used by a slave to break his chains. We have no use for anything which limits our actions against fascists and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, tyrants and their carceral states of force and control, enforcers of authority and repression of dissent, propagandists and co-conspirators of theocracy and patriarchal sexual terror and of white supremacist terror, the amoral plutocrat class who enable and sponsor fascist tyranny and terror,  elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege, and the systems of unequal power and oppression which they create and maintain through our falsification, commodification, and dehumanization. 

     Everyone who goes hungry today, whose loved ones die from denial of medical care by insurance, whose children are crippled from not being vaccinated for polio, who is homeless, all who are the waste products of capitalism have a hunting license for plutocrats signed by the Infinite.

     So I wrote in February; in March Trump and Netanyahu attacked in partnership in Yemen to break our counter blockade of the Israeli blockade of humanitarian aid, and in Palestine simply to murder and terrorize the civilian population, then expanded this into a two front war as Trump attacked free speech and the right of dissent on American universities.

     As I wrote in my post of March 19 2025, Tyrants Attack In Campaign Of Genocide: Netanyahu Bombs Civilian Aid Corridor In Gaza To Divide It Into Bantustans As Trump Bombs Yemen To Break Our Counter Blockade of the Israeli Blockade of Humanitarian Aid; In a fiendish and horrific atrocity and war crime, Netanyahu and Trump coordinate a dual-front bombing campaign of genocide against the Palestinians; Netanyahu bombs a civilian aide corridor to divide Gaza into Bantustans as Trump bombs Yemen to break our counter blockade of the Israeli blockade of humanitarian aid.

     Genocide, ethnic cleansing, and slavery, designed famine and war crimes against children and other civilians; this is the state of Israel in all her horror and terror, and now of Vichy America under the Trump regime and his Theatre of Cruelty.

     Israel and America together are Atrocity Regimes of no laws but authoritarian rule by force and fear, no morality but hate, no grand dreams of our humanity and citizenship as equals but nightmares of fascist race, faith, and national identity. 

      Herein we witness again a great and terrible truth; no matter where you begin with ideas of kinds of people, with hierarchies and taxonomies of belonging and exclusionary otherness, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

     As I wrote in my post of March 29 2025, A Two Front War Against Democracy In Palestine and America: the Case of Rumeysa Ozturk; On the American front of a two front war of tyranny versus liberty, wherein would-be tyrants Netanyahu and Trump seek to centralize all power to their regimes and to carceral states of force and control in the subversion of democracy and the transformation of two of the world’s guarantor states of our universal human rights and rights as citizens into prison states of theocratic and racial elite hegemony and ethnic cleansing, the regime of Traitor Trump is now abducting, torturing, and disappearing without trial dissidents who speak out against our complicity in the genocide of the Palestinians as our tax dollars buy the deaths of children.

     This is among the horrors of tyranny and state terror America was founded to escape and prevent, and if we the people do nothing in reply, even fight a second American Revolution if necessary, our citizenship and our humanity will be lost. 

       To make an idea about a kind of people is an act of violence, and no matter where you begin with divisions and fascisms of blood, faith, and soil, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

      To this and to all fascist tyrants let us say; Never Again!

       Let us unite in solidarity and reclaim our rights as citizens and not subjects, and as human beings and not masters and slaves.

      Here we stand at the Rashomon Gate of our possible futures, and we must choose.

      In one future lies a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s rights; in another an Age of Tyrants and centuries of wars ending in human extinction. May we choose life and not death, democracy and not tyranny, equality and not hierarchies and divisions of belonging and otherness, coexistence and not state terror and wars of imperial conquest and dominion, love and not hate.

       With April came Trump’s Liberation From Prosperity Day and his bizarre and unpredictable tariffs, and the national mass action protest campaign. As I wrote in my post of April 3 2025, Trump’s Liberation From Prosperity Day Signals the Second Great Depression and the Fall of Global Human Civilization; Among the recursive forces at work in the disaster now unfolding are the consequences of the death struggle of capitalism in its terminal phase, when all wealth flows to the apex predators in the top one percent, as capitalism begins to collapse from the mechanical failures of its internal contradictions and attempts to free itself from its host political system, which fuels the subversion of democracy as it transforms into totalitarian forms of autocracy and tyranny.

     This explains the Trump regime, but also the political, social, and economic trajectory of the whole death phase of democracy since the capture of the Republican Party in 1980 by the theocratic Christian Identity nationalism of Jerry Falwell’s Moral Majority and its figurehead Ronald Reagan, abetted by the loathsome Tweedledum and Tweedledee comedy act of Kissinger and his protégé Rush Limbaugh.

     Here I must signpost that this period of our death spiral, which in some ways parallels that of the late Roman Republic before it became an empire, includes the disaster of the Patriot Act and the Third Imperial Phase of American history as hegemonic elites weaponized the 911 tragedy to centralize all power to a police state through militarization and the counterinsurgency model of policing leveraged by technology as pervasive surveillance, big data, propaganda and information warfare waged by the state against its own citizens.

     Together our twin disasters of centralization of wealth and power to the ruling class and the state have combined horrifically to produce the aberrant Trump regime which conspires to utterly destroy the institutions of democracy, and the situation we now face, balancing on an ever-narrower wall on the edge of an Abyss.

     And as Nietzsche warns, the Abyss has begun to look back at us.

      As I wrote in my post of April 5 2025, National Day of Protest and Mass Action Against the Trump Regime; A list of everything about Trump and his aberrant regime which is subhuman, degenerate, villainous, ridiculous and horrific would be an endless litany of woes and lamentations, a song of how far a man can fall from the limits of the human into bottomless chasms of darkness.

      Trump begins as a thing consumed utterly and hollowed out by vices of pride and vanity, depravities and perversions, psychotic rages driven by Nazi ideologies of hate, and shaped by amoral nihilism and strange obsessions.

     All of this and so much more is enacted now by his regime of sycophantic minions and grifters, like a freak show ruled by an evil clown which can be represented by JD Vance the Bearded Lady and Fake Jethro who believes in nothing and wishes only to gather the scraps of wealth and power like a remora riding a shark and who is willing to lie and show his belly to his master like Trump’s dog as are so many of the Party of Treason’s members of Congress, Pete Hegseth the Tattooed Man and Christian Identity nationalist who wishes to perform the Inquisition in America and the Crusades beyond our shores, and Elon Musk the Troll King who intends to destroy the state entirely and replace it with a fascist corporate hegemony free from ideas of humanity and the good in a Dark Enlightenment regime of profits before people. Then there are the Deplorables who are their voters, who may be represented by the zombified Kennedy who claims his brain was eaten by a worm and whose lunatic delusions decide our national healthcare policy; a mad idiot whose Pythian pronouncements determine the life or death of his mad idiot followers.

      Today we seize the streets of our nation in over 1300 mass protests and the direct actions which will unfold in their shadows, in protest against the Trump regime and its mission of the subversion of democracy and theft of our citizenship and our humanity.

      To the Trump regime and the Party of Treason’s Theatre of Cruelty we say No!

      Let us give to fascist tyranny the only reply it merits; Never Again!

      Join us.

       Also last April the Trump regime tested its power to abduct and imprison without trial or cause nonwhite people in the case of Kilmar Ábrego García,  most visible example of general conditions of tyranny as the conflicts between ICE terrorists and Antifascists became a moving street fight in our cities. As I wrote in my post of April 17 2025, Trump Regime Tests Its Power to Violate the Constitution and Abduct and Imprison Without Cause Or Trial Any Random Person and All Of Us: Case of Kilmar Ábrego García; Trump’s Reign of Terror moves us to the edge of a Constitutional Crisis as he relentlessly tests the limits of his power, the values and ideals of democracy, and the stability of our institutions.

     Among the violations of freedom, equality, truth, justice, and the American Way perpetrated against our citizenship and our humanity by Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, Rapist In Chief, Nazi revivalist, and Russian agent and his clown show of treasonous and dishonorable freaks in his criminal subversions of democracy we are now confronted in the case of Kilmar Abrego Garcia with a test of the regime’s power to violate the Constitution, abduct, and imprison in a foreign gulag without cause or trial any random person and all of us.

     ICE has raided Native American reservations and left without prisoners only because the people locked arms, blocked the abduction vehicle, and called the legitimate police who happened to be Tribal Police with very little humor or tolerance regarding the kidnapping of their citizens by white men. This is exactly what we all of us must do; refuse to let anyone be taken.

     This, this, this.

     Our interdependence and duty of care for each other are more important in such situations than any other except the battlefield; but of course Trump has made all of civilian society in America a battlefield, and we must meet the imposed conditions of struggle on their own terms.

     All Resistance is War to the Knife, and who respects no laws and no limits may hide behind none.

       ICE is sending kidnapping teams without badges or warrants to abduct people, and this is nothing but a criminal white supremacist kidnapping syndicate and a campaign of ethnic cleansing. If you know you or others are going to be abducted illegally without trial and imprisoned in a foreign death camp, there is nothing to be gained from surrender; and if you cannot escape you can still be victorious in refusal to submit and denial of their power over you if you go down fighting. This I have chosen now more times than I can truly remember, recently in Last Stands at Mariupol in Ukraine, Panjshir in Afghanistan, and actions in Palestine, and here I am; as Jean Genet said to me in Beirut 1982 as the Israeli soldiers were about to burn us alive in our cafe for refusing to surrender; “When there is no hope, one can do impossible things, glorious things.”

     Resist to the death; hopefully not your own, and this is where solidarity of action and organized networks of resistance become very useful.

     So once again I offer all of you the Oath of the Resistance he created in Paris 1940 repurposed from his oath as a Legionnaire as it was given to me by the great Jean Genet in a burning house, in a lost cause, in a time of death and terror, when even in the midst of all this we were able to claw something of our humanity back from the darkness through solidarity and refusal to submit; “We swear our loyalty to each other, to resist and cease not, and abandon not our fellows.”

     Sic Semper Tyrannis, friends.            

       Next came class war and kleptocrcy, as I wrote in my post of May 22 2025, Trump’s Big Bill to Sabotage Democracy; Like a coven of Dr Frankensteins stitching together a monster of dissimilar parts, each of them with his own agenda and eyeing his fellows for the moment to drive home the knife, the factotums, grifters, flak catchers, and zombiefied minions of Trump in the Party of Treason have voted to approve and send to their co-conspirators in the senate Trump’s Big Bill to Sabotage Democracy and usher in the most massive transfer of wealth in our history, from the poor and working middle classes to the billionaire class.

     This is class war, which will create a new precariat and hollow out the middle class, and I urge and advise us all to fight it as such, By Any Means Necessary.

     Vote while your vote still has meaning, protest while you still can without being abducted by Homeland Security without cause or charges and sent to a foreign prison to be forgotten, wage lawfare and political and legislative action while such institutions are not yet infiltrated, subverted, and captured by the Fourth Reich. Because that day fast approaches, when America is truly fallen and your citizenship is meaningless; because voting is better than shooting.

      So say I from a life which has witnessed far too much of the latter.

      I remember vividly the Cambodian refugees who arrived en masse in Sonoma, and were assigned to my mother’s English class at the high school for acculturation and language skills. Filled with stories of horrors they were, and shaped by them as well. During the Presidential election of 1980, when Carter was replaced by Reagan, the whole community vanished for weeks; when they returned to class she asked them where they went. Her star pupil replied; “To the hills. New President, soldiers come now.”

     Mom told them; “That can’t happen here.”

     This was answered with utmost seriousness in funereal tones; “That’s what we thought, before Pol Pot.”

      I imagine we all thought so, in what now seems a long time ago in a vanished age in a world far, far away, before Trump.

      As I wrote in my post of April 19 2025, No Kings Protests Commemorate the American Revolution and Possibly Begin the Second American Revolution;    Today on the 250th anniversary of the American Revolution We The People rise in resistance and revolutionary struggle with nationwide mass protests against the abominable and treasonous Trump regime which has captured the state and its nefarious designs in subversion of our democracy.

      This we will not abide. This we will Resist. For this, we will bring a Reckoning.

       And because of this, as Traitor Trump, Rapist In Chief, Nazi revivalist, white supremacist terrorist, theocratic patriarchal sexual terrorist, and Russian agent tests and exposes the flaws of our system with relentless attacks upon the institutions of our democracy and violations of its values and ideals as Theatre of Cruelty, we must now begin the total reimagination and transformation of our nation and our society if we are to become a free society of equals wherein we are co-owners of the state as citizens and guarantors of each other’s inalienable and universal human rights.

        As written in the mission statement for this weekend’s nationwide protest, from We (The People) Dissent:

     “On April 19, 1775, colonists confronted the British at the Battle of Lexington and Concord—the shot heard round the world.

     On April 19, 2025, millions of everyday Americans will rise to defend that for which they fought—freedom against tyranny.

This time, we carry not arms, but signs.

We will not raise a barricade;

instead, we must lift our voices.

Instead of marching to the tempo of drums,

we will march to the echo of our hearts crying for justice.”

      Herein only one thing must I dispute; for the imposed conditions of struggle require that we now bear arms in our defense and that of any human being threatened with death or abduction and imprisonment without cause or trial in a foreign gulag.

     This is a grave and terrible choice when state tyranny and terror leave us no other options in our duty of care for others, and if a man kneels on another’s neck, regardless of which one has a badge and a gun or who is white and who is black, that man is a murderer and our duty of care for others requires our intervention, By Any Means Necessary.

      I am prepared at all times to fight to the death, and the Trump regime’s criminal and brutal repression of dissent leaves none of us any other choice but submission or resistance.

     All Resistance is War to the Knife.

     Let us not go quietly, friends, but unite in solidarity of action to seize our power and restore our nation and our liberty.

       In June the Battle of Los Angeles began, in which I fought; as I wrote in my post of June 7 2025, A Battle For the Soul Of America and the Freedom of the World: ICE Versus The People; In the streets of Los Angeles and throughout Vichy America, the People rise in mass action and solidarity to do battle with Homeland Security’s army of occupation and white supremacist terror, ICE.

      Is this not the beauty of human beings, to resist and cease not, and abandon not our fellows? This is the primary act of becoming human which defines us, this refusal to submit to authority, or to betray our duty of care for others.

      Here also is our victory, for who cannot be ruled or controlled, who disobeys and disbelieves the lies of those who would enslave us, becomes Unconquered and free, and this is a power that cannot be taken from us.

      This is now the fifth time Trump has tried to terrorize America into submission through use of secret armies of federal occupation; and each of these previous campaigns of repression of dissent, which loosed looting, arson, and random violence under the direction of Homeland Security on our cities to delegitimize the Black Lives Mater protests and seize control of the narrative in service to the centralization of power and authority to the carceral state, each and every such action has failed.

      The sole result of all of this state terror and repression of dissent was the defeat of the Homeland Security army in the Battle of Portland and the articles of surrender published by the Triumvirate of Trump, Barr, and Wolf and their joint declaration of New York, Seattle, and Portland as Autonomous Zones beyond control of the federal state. To my knowledge, we Antifa are the only force to defeat the federal government of the United States in open battle on ground within her borders since Little Bighorn.

      We have been victorious over forces like that of ICE which the Trump regime sends against us now; it can be done, friends, and we all of us can do it again, here and now.

     When the enemies of liberty come for us, as they always have and will, let them find not an America divided by propaganda of otherness and defeated by learned helplessness, abjection, and despair, but a United Humankind of Living Autonomous Zones and the Unconquered, citizens who refuse to become subjects, and a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s rights.

     And if we all stand together and the circle is unbroken, we will be victorious.

      For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

       As I wrote in my post of June 12 2025, Why We Fight: Authorized Versus Chosen And Ambiguous National Identities As a Ground of Struggle, Symbolized By the Mexican Flag In the Battle of Los Angeles; Because our immigration policy is about white supremacist terror and weaponizing disparity as de facto slave labor. This requires dehumanization of the slave caste, and erasure of their history, identity, and voices.

     As the Chamberlain line in the film Gettysburg goes; “We are an army out to set other men free.”

    In this great cause I offer my flesh and my life; Is this not the true lesson of the Sacrifice of Ibrahim whose festival we celebrated on the day of Eid al-Adha, that our lives are for something greater than ourselves alone, that we are called to sacrifice ourselves and the ephemera of our form for the chance to realize the impossible, to transcend our limits and the flags of our skin, and to balance the flaws of our humanity, the terror of our nothingness, and the brokenness of the world?

    For myself I see this as nothing unusual; merely the duty of care we owe to one another as human beings, and which we cannot abandon without becoming less than human.

     In the Trump regime we face an enemy which violates our ideals, defiles our values, destroys the institutions of democracy and the state, dehumanizes us and steal our souls. In the case of immigration policy and the ICE terror force, the enemies of liberty instrumentalize fear as division and racism, hierarchies of belonging and exclusionary otherness, the enforcement of elite hegemonies of white wealth, power, and privilege, and fascisms of authorized national identity as white supremacist terror as systems of oppression, inequality, and imposed conditions of liberation struggle.

       So in the streets of Los Angeles and throughout America, the flag of Mexican liberation from the Spanish Empire and the flag of American liberation from the British Empire are divided against each other by those who would enslave us, when they historically represent the same anticolonial revolutionary struggle. Herein the lies and false narratives of our true enemies seek to falsify us and break our solidarity, but this they will never do.

     Truly, those who steal our wealth and power arrive by limousine and not on foot or in wretched boats across harsh and dangerous deserts, jungles, and seas, and we can only take back what has been stolen from us by joining together as a United Humankind and a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s rights and humanity.

     August was marked by legislative action in Resistance to the white supremacist terror of Trump’s Fourth Reich, as I wrote in my post of August 7 2025, Institutional White Supremacist Terror, Vote Suppression, Dehumanization and Theft of Black Citizenship: Case of the Texas Gerrymandering Walkout on the 60th Anniversary of the 1965 Voting Rights Act;       A grand spectacle of white supremacist terror, vote suppression, dehumanization of nonwhite people and theft of black citizenship unfolds in Texas in the wake of Trump’s order to gerrymander districts to steal the votes of black citizens, Democrats flee the state to block its legislature from enacting such, and Republicans send police to arrest them.

     We are witnessing one of the most undisguised acts of racist state terror and institutional white supremacy in American history, and no one has arrested Trump or his regime of subversion of democracy. This is an ancient evil, and it lingers in the shadows of our history which we drag behind ourselves like invisible reptilian tails. 

       Let us give to fascist tyranny and white supremacist terror the only reply it merits; Never Again!

       In September an event of fracture and disruption riveted public attention as the internal divisions within the MAGA base of Trump’s power became the assassination of Trump’s fascist-theocratic apologist Charlie Kirk; as I wrote in my post of September 15 2025, A Crack In the MAGA Wall of Hate: Ideological Fracture Between Turning Point Christian Identity Theocratic Patriarchal Sexual Terrorists and Groyper White Supremacist Terrorists Produces the Assassination of Charlie Kirk, and a Letter to New Resistance Fighters;  A friend of mine has been seized and shaken by recent events and the possibility of complicity in the assassination of the fascist propagandist Charles Kirk by the C.I.A. and/or other government security services and at the orders of Kirk’s key ally Trump. Such speculations conjure visions of false flag operations, diversionary tactics and the sacrifice of chess pieces in the Great Game, plans so deeply layered and obscure as to be unreadable.

      For myself, Charlie Kirk was an enemy of America as a free society of equals to whom a Reckoning was brought, simple and clear; and though I rejoice in his assassination and would delight in claiming it as a victory for Antifa I cannot, because when I learned of this event from news media I had no idea whatsoever who had killed him or why, things which should be established as unquestionable facts before any such claims, and because this was a consequence of ideological fracture and division in the MAGA Wall of Hate between the victim’s Turning Point organization of Christian Identity theocratic patriarchal sexual terror and the perpetrator’s Groyper network of white supremacist terrorists.

     I rejoice in this event and the chance of a near future collapse of the Trump regime’s alliance of unlike parts. Though the shooter who turned himself in is a fanatical member of Nick Fuentes’ online gaming centered Groypers from a family of Trump loyalists embedded in law enforcement who wrote Bella Ciao on one of his bullets not in reference to the original Antifa in Italy founded to combat Mussolini, but in reference to a Groyper War playlist on Spotify and the Total Annihilation code word in the Helldiver 2 game, I celebrate the spectacle of Fourth Reich factions annihilating each other. The nearest historical parallel is when the SS turned on the SA Stormtroopers and murdered them all in the Night of the Long Knives.

     Though Trump and many of the apologists of his regime are attempting to divert attention from the motives of this murder in the internal factionalism within Trump’s own movement, to confuse the issue, smear the Left with it in general, and use it as a pretext for broad and more terrible repression of dissent, I believe that in this case the phantom of “a good enemy”, as the tyrant Oz says in the antifascist epic film Wicked, will fail to Unite The Right just as it did in Charlottesville when Trump met the murder of a Black girl by Nazi thugs with the words “there are good people on both sides”.

     Even with Fuentes frantically attempting his disavow his longstanding orders to rape and kill his critics, even with the whitewashing of Kirk’s endless litanies of hate mongering and sanctification by the regime, even with supposed opposition figures of the Democratic Party minimizing the violence of the slaver and the hate speech of Charlie Kirk and condemning the violence used by the slave to break his chains in revolutionary struggle or promoting their moral equivalence, all the king’s men may not be able to put their coalition of unlike parts so very like the Frankenstein’s monster it resembles together again.

      And the fingerprints of Trump and his regime at the highest levels of his inner circle are all over this one. Who was the second man on the roof, who escaped in a private jet, and why did the FBI keep the route to the airfield open? Who were the two men bracketing Charlie Kirk and directing others with hand signals, and was the Man in the Black Shirt truly the head of Trump’s security and identical as he appears with the man who staged managed Trump’s bogus shooting at his side? Did Trump order this assassination because Kirk like so many regime figures had begun to criticize Israel, or has the faction fighting within the MAGA ideosphere proliferated throughout the regime and its apparatus of state terror?

     As I have long predicted, it is inevitable that the MAGA center cannot hold and will self destruct due to the mechanical failures of its internal contradictions, especially when the tech bro plutocrats who fund it have goals of capital freeing itself from its host political system and obsolescing human labor which are diametrically opposed to those of its voting base, social conservatives now also divided into starkly opposing camps of white and male privilege who simply want permission to rape and kill with impunity.

     Therefore I say; Bella Ciao, Fascists. I’m having a t shirt made with this message; I care far less about motives and ideals than I do the actions which make them real. As the fascists who have captured the state as Vichy America begin to collapse, let us unite in solidarity to purge them from among us.

      Yes, this is a crack in the MAGA Wall of Hate, and a window of opportunity to smash it utterly as a system of belief and oppression.

     Friends, politics as normal and usual is no longer possible in this moment, and we must adapt to the imposed conditions of struggle.

      Normal doesn’t live here anymore.

       Also in September a democracy revolution in Nepal ignited a series of other revolutions across Asia, already simmering from the influence of the Milk Tea Movement now ongoing for years. As I wrote in my post of September 17 2025, A Democracy Revolution in Nepal; A mass revolt and revolution by young people enraged at the state’s total blackout of all social media has toppled the government in days and seized power, the fourth victorious democracy revolution in Nepal since 1954, and though each and every time the monarchy has recaptured the state, each and every revolution has advanced the cause of democracy in sudden cataclysms of change met with glacial ossification and realignment of hierarchical power, in an inevitable movement toward liberation.

       It was my great privilege to be a witness and a fulcrum of change in the democracy revolution of 1990 which overthrew the monarchy and created the first Constitution of Nepal. As we sat in the hall of ministry we had seized, debated fine points of ideology with sly and fiery rhetoric and issued grand proclamations of social engineering few in the masses outside could read, as the famine, plagues of typhus and cholera, skirmishes between Indian refugees and Nepalese landowners and between Hindu and Buddhist mobs and militias raged unchecked in the streets, no one among us imagined the future which awaited; the persistence of bureaucracy and the caste system reinforced by feudal land ownership and social hierarchies that would six years later ignite a Maoist insurgency in a Chinese Great Game for the next ten years, ending with the restoration of monarchy and a year later with another democracy revolution in 2006 that again made things just a bit better, but not enough to make us all equals.

     And now, this.

      With the collapse of the government over the total social media blackout, everyone can talk to everyone else again, and freedom of information, of speech, and of the press, is crucial to democracy. If the Revolution of September 2025 has won nothing else, it can be celebrated as a victory.

      But can the Revolution become permanent? And what else can be changed, not merely on paper or as institutions of the state but as ideas about how to be human together which live in the hearts of the people?

      Caste, social position, the institution of arranged marriage and the equality of men and women, literacy and meaningfull citizenship, deference to authority and the interdependence of theocracy and aristocratic feudalism, land reform and the function of property as enforcement of inherited privilege; all of this remains to be reimagined and transformed, and none if it is unique to Nepal.

       The history of Nepal’s previous democracy revolutions in 1954,1990, and 2006 can illuminate the situation as it now stands; each has moved the nation nearer to true democracy, including the long period of Maoist insurgency which had broad social motives and goals including annihilation of the caste system as well as capitalism.

     What general principles of action and revolutionary struggle can be derived from the example of Nepal’s Revolution of 2025, and applied to our Resistance to the Trump regime here in America?

      Revolution and counter-revolution, tyranny and liberation struggle are counter forces of each other, whichever holds power serving as the force which creates its own resistance according to Newton’s Third Law of Motion, and comparing them can have great explanatory power. As I wrote in my post of January 8 2021, Anatomy of a Failure: Trumps January Coup; One of the comments was brilliantly satirical; ”Be kind. Who hasn’t helped instigate a fascist insurrection and then regretted it the next day.”

      Actually, I once did exactly that; we seized Nepal’s Congress in a revolution against the monarchy, and while we issued proclamations and debated the nuances and praxis of theory and ideology, a scene very much like the situation faced by the victorious Arab forces after the capture of Damascus in the great film Lawrence of Arabia, the Gurkha regiment, which I had relied on as my principal allies and with the nomadic Gurung tribe which comprises one of its sources of recruits I crossed between Nepal and Kashmir throughout the resistance to the Indian invasion of 1990, declared the Himalayas Gorkhaland and invaded Bhutan, where my monastic order the Kagyu Buddhists are based, having been an active political force as were the Buddhists during the Vietnam War or the Liberation Theology Catholic orders in Latin America, and then the military simultaneously declared war on India and China. Things became more confused from there; China sent advisors to prevent a military junta from seizing power from the democracy movement, which in time became a full political and military campaign to aid a Maoist faction of our revolution versus reactionaries and monarchists.

    The purge of the Bhutanese ethnic minority from Nepal is one lasting effect; they were driven into Bhutan which did not recognize them and tortured many in concentration camps, and those who escaped to America are now under threat of being sent back to Bhutan by Trump and his white supremacist terror force ICE.

     Seizures of power are sacred acts of Chaos and Transformation, and as such are inherently beyond control. When there are multiple conflicted interests and powers involved, opening the door to change means riding the whirlwind, abandoning control and welcoming the unknown.

     Chaos is a natural limit of power, and of the use of social force and control; another such limiting factor being that force and control become meaningless when met with disobedience.

     Compulsion by force and violence also sacrifices legitimacy on the part of its perpetrator and the loyalty of those it seeks to subjugate. This is why authoritarian states couple force with control; surveillance, disinformation, and the falsification of their subjects with the lies and illusions of an alternate reality created through propaganda. The January 6 Insurrection is a splendid example of its operations, a false religion and a politics of atavistic barbarism which seized a mob of its true believers in mass hysteria at the command of a mad tyrant.

     The parallels of America under the Trump regime and his fascist coup attempts with Nepal and her democracy and communist revolutions are manifold; the origins of the Revolution in Nepal included ethnic Nepalese-Indian and sectarian Hindu versus Buddhist nationalist conflicts, poverty, by which I mean the majority of people lived in the streets and scavenged garbage but for the few who survived by ruthlessness and guile in the vast criminal underworld of heroin and human trafficking, alongside aristocratic wealth and power, by which I mean that all property was ultimately owned by some two thousand members of the royal family, and a horrible famine and plagues including typhus and cholera.

     The crisis of transformation originated in natural disaster leveraged by flawed social and political decisions and historical inequalities and injustices; sixty percent of India’s rice harvest having been lost to drought and hordes of rats in a nation which has inheritable debt to the third generation and produced legions of suddenly landless farmers who crossed the border into Nepal to escape debt slavery for their families, to a feudal nation of archaic tribes with no export products beyond wool rugs and other village handcrafts and no jobs available, limited social services, and which had already deforested and burned all the firewood in the midst of a brutal winter and were cooking over dried goat dung.

     There are differences of scale; our streets are not ankle deep in blood and feces, nor littered with the dead; we have no open battle between landowners and waves of migrants, nor are we wedged between hungry empires and defended by a few thousand former British colonial soldiers whose independence from civil authority stems from their awareness of that power and hovers at becoming military rule. But the conditions are broadly similar to those which gave rise to fascism here in America.

    Here too there was poverty, plague, a kleptocracy of elites and a hegemony of power and privilege, a militarized police regime of brutal force and control, prison labor as a legal form of chattel slavery and the legacies and epigenetic harms of historical slavery, and divisions of exclusionary otherness including those of race, gender, and class created through propaganda, especially the demonization of migrants, and its expression as fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.

    In the figureheads of the government and the hegemonic elites which entertain us by making them dance and posture upon the public stage as the puppets of our distraction while behind the curtain they subjugate and enslave us as instruments of their power, here too we are similar; we have Trump, Giuliani, and a host of buffoons for our amusement, Nepal had a crown prince who was flamboyantly queer and a centerpiece of Kathmandu’s nightclub scene, but also a notorious heroin addict and gun nut, and who one day got hopped up and shot the rest of the royal family to avoid an arranged marriage; not a promising beginning for a reign of stability and public trust.

    And Nepal? This month it has once again overthrown monarchy in favor of democracy, for the fourth time since World War Two; I’m hoping this time it sticks.

     In this history of democracy in struggle with hierarchies of belonging and elite wealth, power, and privilege in Nepal I find analogy in Stephen Jay Gould’s evolutionary principle of punctuated equilibrium; a gradual but inevitable movement toward liberation, in fits and starts, threats and mutations, as conservative and revolutionary forces shape us over time into something better.

     When you open the door to Chaos and Transformation, be prepared to reap the whirlwind. That the forces which are our allies obey no master is the great hope of the powerless; it is also what makes them dangerous to unleash and to wield.

     October brought peace and war in fragile balance, if a tenuous and largely performative peace in Gaza and an undeclared and criminal war of regime change and colonial terror to steal oil resources in Venezuela.

     As I wrote in my post of October 10 2025, If Peace Becomes Real and Lasting Between Israel and Palestine, Where Do We Go From Here?; With one simple order Trump has brought our client state of Israel to heel and ended the horror, break with all tradition of western civilization, and abandonment of our universal human rights which the Gaza War represents.

     That he or any American President could have done the same at any time during the last seventy years of Israeli Occupation and imperial conquest and dominion of her neighbors will forever remain a legacy of our history with which we must Reckon and bring healing.

     This is of course presuming that Trump’s Peace, and we may unquestionably call it so, is real and lasting, that America can maintain her will to become the guarantor of our universal human rights we once were or dreamed, that we can maintain control of our mad dog Israel, and that a balance can be restored which ensures the liberty and equality of both nations as partners in becoming human.

      “Be just unto the balance” as we are directed in Surah Ar-Rahman of the Quran, chapter 55 verse 9. But where and how can balance be won between Israel and Palestine?

     We can spend all of our lives and those of generations to come parsing the meaning of balance in this case, and negotiating how to be human together, between one people divided by history and identity politics along with America and the whole international community.

     Or we can seize the moment now, and reimagine and transform both Israel and Palestine as one united nation wherein all divisions of faith, race, and national identity are abandoned and wholeness restored.

     Our futures are most probably somewhere between these two scales of balance, but the one thing we cannot sacrifice among all our possible futures is that the people of Israel and Palestine must be equal partners in choosing their own future and vision of who they wish to become.

     There may be a transition period in which America and the international community must be guarantors of peace and our human rights, and any just future must include reparations to Palestine and her rebuilding and trial of the Israeli war criminals, but one cannot compel virtue at the point of a gun, only obedience, and this creates slaves and not citizens. There are other, better ways to build democracy.

      Let us send no armies to enforce virtue; let us be liberators, and not colonizers.

      As I wrote in my post of October 23 2025, Trump’s Undeclared War on Venezuela; In the shadows of the Conquest of the Americas from indigenous peoples and the Monroe Doctrine which authorized American Imperialism and colonialism throughout our continent, the Trump regime is committing war crimes against civilian Venezuelans in its two front undeclared war, the bogus and performative strikes on fishing boats on the pretext of a war on drugs and the campaign of ethnic cleansing and white supremacist terror waged by ICE within our nation, which began with and has specifically targeted Venezuelan nationals.

     All of these war crimes and crimes against humanity are in service to the wealth and power of white elites who wish to profit from theft of Venezuela’s enormous oil resources, capitalist plunder again under a pretext as a Red Scare which echoes and reflects the Bay of Pigs and our decades long vendetta against Cuba for throwing out our mafia casinos. Trump’s actions also horrifically recapitulate both the Red Scare of the McCarthy era here in America as the repression of dissent and the Red Scare which birthed Operation Condor and our coup in Chile which replaced the people’s champion Allende with the fascist tyrant and American puppet Pinochet.

     Yes, the Maduro regime has betrayed the Revolution and become everything the magnificent liberator Hugo Chavez once stood against, but for this; both insist on the independence and sovereignty of Venezuela and represent the forces of anticolonial liberation struggle in the Americas. And this makes all the difference.

     Herein follows some of my writing on the democracy movement in Venezuela, of which the Nobel Prize winner Maria Corina Machado is a figure, though a very problematic one regarding her actions as a proxy for the Trump regime and American colonialism.

     What’s the difference between Trump’s planned coup attempt against Maduro and the people of Venezuela themselves bringing regime change?

      Imperialist conquest and dominion is nothing like democracy which arises from the liberation struggle of the people; and the test of disambiguation is who seizes and owns the power, the people or some foreign master?

     And one thing more; I care nothing for why someone kills or enslaves another, silences or brutalizes others as repression of dissent or the enforcement of authorized identities, versions of history or reality, or virtue as submission to authority; and neither do their victims.

      Ideologies mean nothing weighed against the simple tests of Who Holds Power, and Who Is Suffering?

      For what is human is most real.

       A third event in October has galvanized resistance to the Trump regime and exposed its kleptocratic nihilism and vacuity to all; as I wrote in my post of   October 24 2025, Beneath the Gold Paint of Its Mask, An Abomination Gapes Wide Its Jaws: Case of the Epstein Ballroom; The White House has this week endured destruction like nothing since the British burned it to the ground during the War of 1812, as the East Wing is replaced with the Epstein Ballroom, envisioned to become a glacial white confection like a sugar cake adorned with gold for elites to disport themselves in while the people who create their vast wealth remain invisible beyond its gates like the slave caste they are.

     As the East Wing was rebuilt in 1942 by President Roosevelt to conceal the construction of a doomsday bunker, the Presidential Emergency Operations Center, one wonders what Trump’s folly conceals, and against what apocalyptic threat or plans.

     An Abomination gapes wide its jaws and drools in idiocy and madness, his clown face replaced by fake gold paint like his fake Presidency, and beneath his golden mask he dreams of wriggling his toes upon a throne of gold while petitioners abase themselves and kiss his bloated fat feet.

     The Epstein Ballroom will doubtless offer many dark corners and secret rooms for his perversions and violations of all that is good and decent and true, for his relentless cruelties and acts of sexual and white supremacist terror, and for his subversions of democracy and our institutions and values of liberty, equality, truth, and justice.

     This November stunning victories in our elections have returned to America our heart, and opened the way to a better future. As I wrote in my post of November 6 2025, Hope Triumphs Over Despair: The Great Zohran Returns To America Our Heart; We celebrate the triumph of hope over despair, as The Great Zohran phrased it in his historic victory speech, a title I now confer upon our Mayor-Elect of New York because he has truly done the impossible in liberating the people of New York from both the state tyranny and white supremacist terror of the Republicans and from repression of dissent, marginalization of the poor, and political capture by the Collaborationist wing of the Democratic Party and its machine now forever branded with complicity in the genocide of the Palestinians.

     Zohran Mamdani I name as a magician, for he leads a class war against elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege and their systems of oppression as well as a revolution against the Fourth Reich’s captured American state of force and control with its brutal ICE white supremacist terror force, a tide of darkness which threatens both democracy and our universal human rights not only here in America but throughout the world, and against vast and enormous power has emerged victorious to call out the Abomination Trump in a televised speech to all future humankind. What does one call this, if not magic?

     And the people of America have triumphed over despair and division not only in New York which leads the way into the future as the Social Democrats do the nation, but in the liberation of Virginia and in the glorious mass resistance of California to subjugation in the face of federal Occupation armies and ICE white supremacist terror. Throughout America, the tide turns toward liberty and a free society of equals.

     Among the last words Jean Genet and I said to each other in Beirut 1982, I asked “What do I do with my life, now that I know everything we think we know is a lie? How do I live when the world is a lie?” To which he replied; “Live with grandeur.”

     The tide of fascist tyranny has not yet been turned, but thanks to the window of possibilities opened by this Rashomon Gate Event we may all have a chance to live with grandeur.

       Of course this drew forth forces of reaction, as Trump immediately announced his intention to invade Nigeria to capture her oil on the pretext of defending Christians as if it were a medieval crusade. As I wrote in my post of November 8 2025, Theocracy and American Imperialism: the Case of Nigeria;       Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, now wishes to extend his slime trail to Africa and launch a Crusade on behalf of Christians in Nigeria.

      This idea begs interrogation, as the government of Nigeria has for five decades been a proxy of American colonial imperialism and dominion, and of the American Pentecostal Church.

     American evangelists in partnership with the Nigerian state have for many years fomented a witch hysteria where parents murder their own children as witches. This in parallel with an anti queer campaign of police terror and the weaponization of state controlled Christianity versus Islamization, both sides terrorists. But we Americans are the iron fist in the glove here, as in so many other places our elites have targeted for colonial exploitation, in this case of Africa’s largest oil resources.

      Threat of Islamic violence against Christians is the fig leaf for Trump’s plans of imperial and colonial conquest and dominion of Nigeria, a pretext to which the lie is given by the government of Nigeria on whose behalf he wishes to invade, for they say there is no anti-Christian threat, and as is often true of all theocracies most of the violence against Christians is perpetrated by fellow Christians, in Nigeria as child witch hunts, and most of the violence of Islamic fundamentalists is perpetrated against fellow Muslims as sectarian and factional conflicts.

      Yes, Boko Haram and other IS aligned elements which are the pretext for Trump’s call to invade Nigeria are a real threat and an enemy of all humankind and of civilization; but both the Christian Nigerian state and their sectarian enemies are organizations of theocratic terror, and only one of them are American creations and puppets of our colonialst economic exploitation and political control.  

     What’s really at stake in Nigeria is whose flag its oil wells will fly in defense against Islamic insurgent forces, mythical or otherwise; America’s or Russia’s Africa Corps?

      And as always, if such threats do not exist, it is necessary for those who would enslave us to manufacture them.

      And now in December a horror emerges from the darkness of our history, as Europe prepares for the coming Russian invasion, the fall of civilization, and the extinction of humankind in the six to eight centuries of the Age of Tyrants and global wars of annihilation and genocide which will follow.

     As written by Dean Blundell in his newsletter on Substack; “BREAKING: UK Intelligence Just Gave The World a Stark Warning – We’re On The Precipice Of War.

When MI6, Canada, and Europe all start preparing for war at the same time, it’s not coincidence. It’s coordination.

Dean Blundell

Dec 16, 2025

For decades, Western intelligence agencies have mastered the art of understatement. They don’t exaggerate. They don’t panic. They don’t speak plainly unless the threat has already crossed a line.

So when the new head of MI6 stands up and calmly tells the world that Britain — and by extension, its allies — are now operating in “a space between peace and war,” you’re supposed to stop scrolling.

That sentence isn’t rhetoric.

It’s a warning delivered in the safest possible language.

Because what she’s really saying is this: we are already under attack — just not with tanks yet.

This Isn’t Cold War Talk. It’s Pre-Conflict Language.

Blaise Metreweli didn’t give a “global threat tour.” She didn’t bang the China drum. She didn’t shout about an apocalypse. She did something far more unsettling.

She described a world that has quietly slipped out of the post-WWII order — one where conflict is no longer declared, borders are no longer respected, and power no longer belongs solely to states.

Instead, she warned of:

• AI-powered drones

• Autonomous weapons

• Hyper-personalized psychological warfare

• Algorithms becoming “as powerful as states”

• Information itself being weaponized

This is not speculation.

This is the battlefield we’re already standing on.

The war Metreweli is describing doesn’t begin with bombs. It begins with destabilization, confusion, economic pressure, disinformation, and the quiet erosion of democratic trust.

Sound familiar?

The New Battlefield Is Everywhere — Including Your Head

What MI6 is finally saying out loud is what many democracies have been living through for years: the front lines are now digital, cognitive, and economic.

War now moves:

From sea to space

From battlefield to boardroom

From social media feeds straight into our brains

And here’s the line that should’ve rattled every elected official on the planet:

Power is becoming more diffuse, shifting from states to corporations — and sometimes to individuals.

That’s not theoretical.

That’s Elon Musk controlling satellite infrastructure essential to modern warfare.

That’s private platforms shaping elections.

That’s AI systems acting faster than laws can restrain them.

This is conflict without uniforms — and accountability without borders.

Democracies Don’t Mobilize Like This Unless Intelligence Aligns

Here’s where things stop being abstract.

Because while MI6 was choosing its words carefully, democratic governments across the West have been doing something else quietly: preparing.

• Britain’s military leadership is now openly calling for a “whole-of-nation response.”

• Germany has reintroduced limited national service.

• France has done the same.

• Europe is restructuring defence production, supply chains, and industrial capacity at speed.

These aren’t symbolic gestures.

They are structural moves.

Democracies don’t make these shifts reactively. They make them when multiple intelligence streams tell the same story.”

       So begins the fall of civilization and the doom of humankind, unless we unite to end the Putin Regime and the power of Russia to refound her empire and conquer Europe, the Middle East, Africa. Putin doesn’t need to invade America militarily, as he has already captured our government through his puppet tyrant Traitor Trump; this does not mean the Russian Occupation of America will be any less terrible for us, though Trump will invite them in as he attempted to do on June 2 in the wake of his seizure of St Anthony’s Church which left him surrounded by enraged masses and barricaded in his underground bunker like Hitler at the end of World War Two.

      This article regarding Britain’s MI6 sending up a Hey Rube to the world as global was nears the cliff of the lemmings is prophetic and crucial; Roland’s Horn has sounded, and we must awake and unite to meet the threat before we are destroyed. There will be few chances to contain the tide of darkness, and little time remains if we are to Resist.

       World War Three has been ongoing now for over a decade; but under the surface as Russia has been checked everywhere; in her invasion of Europe along three fronts of movement; across Poland and the East, from the Black Sea into the Mediterranean and the whole of the Danube through Romania, and across the North Atlantic from the Baltic to Britain to North America.

     Ten theatres of World War Three have already seen open battle or are ongoing; among them the invasion of Ukraine and the infiltration, capture, subversion, and dismantling of the state in America possibly the most visible to most of us, but this has not been unopposed, and we have won notable and I hope decisive victories which may buy us time to gather forces and organize to meet the Conquest, like the Spartans at Thermopylae.

       We took the fortress of Syria away from Russia, put them in check in Libya, and contested their conquest of Africa; but Putin’s star agent Trump still controls Vichy America as a captured puppet state and this has given them a free hand in Ukraine as intended. The Trump regime has also relentlessly infiltrated and sabotaged the institutions of democracy in an attempt to bring it down globally and turn us from citizens into subjects of a white supremacist theocratic ethnostate modeled on Apartheid South Africa, Nazi Germany with elements of Mussolini’s Italy and Franco’s Spain, and the Confederacy. This is the Year of the Fall of America, but democracy remains recoverable if we act in solidarity to take back our liberty and our humanity.  

     We are the Spartans, friends, all of us who have Resisted fascist tyranny here in America and the abandonment of our universal human rights and duty of care for each other throughout the world, our lives like the dragon’s teeth sown in the earth by the Phoenician prince Cadmus, from which legions arise.

      Come what may and regardless of the future we choose among the limitless possibilities of becoming human and how we choose to be human together, there is grandeur in this, our refusal to submit or to abandon our comrades, allies, and fellow human beings, in the beauty of our disbelief in and disobedience of Authority and those who would enslave and dehumanize us, in refusing to stay down no matter the cost or the horrors we have suffered to make yet another Last Stand, beyond hope of victory or even survival, against impossible odds, overwhelming force, and the unwinnable fight, to claw something of our humanity back from the darkness before it swallows us all. This is our victory, and a power inherent to human being that cannot be taken from us.

      To stand with all of you has been the great joy of my life, and an honor, for which I thank you.

     Among the final words exchanged between myself and the man who set me on my life path with the Oath of the Resistance in Beirut 1982, Jean Genet, were these, begun with a question of mine; “How do I live now, when I’ve seen beyond the illusions and I know the world is a lie?” To which he answered, paraphrasing his famous quote in Miracle of the Rose; “Live with grandeur.”

     Live with grandeur, friends.

     May we all of us dream better futures than we have the past, and Happy New Year.  

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1; Fire Catches

Becky G – Bella Ciao (From the Netflix Series “Casa de Papel”)

Who Trump is, and the Trump-Netanyahu Gaza Plot: A Riviera on the graves of the Palestinians

December 29 2025 Anniversary of the Wounded Knee Massacre

     We mourn and remember the Wounded Knee Massacre of 1890 on this day, in which three hundred Native Americans were butchered by the United States Army, mostly women, children, and the elderly, and mostly unarmed, for the crime of being nonwhite, non-Christian, and the original owners of the continent we had conquered and stolen.

     The details of this incident of white supremacist state terror are unpleasant, and recounted in full in the foundational works Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West by Dee Brown, and its companion volume The Heartbeat of Wounded Knee: Native America from 1890 to the Present by David Treuer, and central to the luminous and incendiary books of truthtelling and the witness of history Ojibwa Warrior: Dennis Banks and the Rise of the American Indian Movement by Richard Erdoes, and Where White Men Fear to Tread: The Autobiography of Russell Means.

     Among the endless litany of woes and the legacies of our historical injustices for which we have yet to bring a reckoning or make reparations, the Wounded Knee Massacre remains a symbol of the Conquest and of our nation’s systematic and institutional destruction and genocide of its aboriginal peoples.

    What did this look like in truth, the Conquest, from the point of view of its victims? Here we can see imperial conquest and Occupation in real time enacted before us in Palestine, while the world does nothing and the idea of our universal human rights is abandoned and with it our possibilities of human being, meaning, and value become nothing, consumed with the people of Palestine under a rain of fire and steel we Americans paid for with our taxes as enablers and conspirators in ethnic cleansing and genocide.      

     When will we finally bring such reckoning and reparations and begin to emerge from the long shadows of our history, and redeem the promise of our founding as a free society of equals? For we cannot achieve the dream of democracy without first engaging our inequalities in revolutionary struggle.

     As I wrote in my post of November 28 2021, Native American History and Literature: A Reading List; Freud defined civilization when he wrote; “The first human being who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.” The idea of civilization as the degree to which we have abandoned the social use of force and a measure of a society’s equality, diversity, and inclusion, expressed by Gene Roddenberry in Star Trek as “infinite diversity in infinite combination”, is central to the American experiment toward creating a true free society of equals as democracy.

     Both on national and personal levels we ourselves may be measured by our embrace of otherness and our solidarity in resistance to authority and the weaponization of fear in service to power, to divisions of exclusionary otherness and hierarchies of belonging, and to fascisms of blood, faith, and soil.  

     So also are we forged by how we bring a reckoning for the historical legacies and epigenetic multigenerational trauma and harm of inequalities and injustices which we drag around behind ourselves like an invisible reptilian tail, especially those of colonialism and imperialism, racism and patriarchy, and the systems and structures of oppression which still persist.

     But we are also shaped by our seizures of power and the limits of our vision in the reimagination and transformation of ourselves and our civilization; how to be human together and the limitless possibilities of becoming human.

     In the end we are defined by what we do with our fear and how we use our power; do something beautiful with yours.

     As written by Heather Cox Richardson in her newsletter; “On the clear, cold morning of December 29, 1890, on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, three U.S. soldiers tried to wrench a valuable Winchester away from a young Lakota man. He refused to give up his hunting weapon; it was the only thing standing between his family and starvation. As the men struggled, the gun fired into the sky.

     Before the echoes died, troops fired a volley that brought down half of the Lakota men and boys the soldiers had captured the night before, as well as a number of soldiers surrounding the Lakotas. The uninjured Lakota men attacked the soldiers with knives, guns they snatched from wounded soldiers, and their fists.

     As the men fought hand-to-hand, the Lakota women who had been hitching their horses to wagons for the day’s travel tried to flee along the nearby road or up a dry ravine behind the camp. The soldiers on a slight rise above the camp turned rapid-fire mountain guns on them. Then, over the next two hours, troops on horseback hunted down and slaughtered all the Lakotas they could find: about 250 men, women, and children.

     But it is not December 29 that haunts me. It is the night of December 28, the night before the killing.

     On December 28, there was still time to avert the Wounded Knee Massacre.

     In the early afternoon, the Lakota leader Big Foot—Sitanka—had urged his people to surrender to the soldiers looking for them. Sitanka was desperately ill with pneumonia, and the people in his band were hungry, underdressed, and exhausted. They were making their way south across South Dakota from their own reservation in the northern part of the state to the Pine Ridge Reservation. There, they planned to take shelter with another famous Lakota chief, Red Cloud. His people had done as Sitanka asked, and the soldiers escorted the Lakotas to a camp on South Dakota’s Wounded Knee Creek, inside the boundaries of the Pine Ridge Reservation.

     For the soldiers, the surrender of Sitanka’s band marked the end of the Ghost Dance Uprising. It had been a tense month. Troops had pushed into the South Dakota reservations in November, prompting a band of terrified men who had embraced the Ghost Dance religion to gather their wives and children and ride out to the Badlands. But, at long last, army officers and negotiators had convinced those Ghost Dancers to go back to Pine Ridge and turn themselves in to authorities before winter hit in earnest.

     Sitanka’s people were not part of the Badlands group and, for the most part, were not Ghost Dancers. They had fled from their own northern reservation two weeks before when they learned that officers had murdered the great leader Sitting Bull in his own home. Army officers were anxious to find and corral Sitanka’s missing Lakotas before they carried the news that Sitting Bull had been killed to those who had taken refuge in the Badlands. Army leaders were certain the information would spook the Ghost Dancers and send them flying back to the Badlands. They were determined to make sure the two bands did not meet.

     But South Dakota is a big state, and it was not until late in the afternoon of December 28 that the soldiers finally made contact with Sitanka’s band, and it didn’t go quite as the officers planned: a group of soldiers were watering their horses in a stream when some of the traveling Lakotas surprised them. The Lakotas let the soldiers go, and the men promptly reported to their officers, who marched on the Lakotas as if they were going to war. Sitanka, who had always gotten along well with army officers, assured the commander that his band was on its way to Pine Ridge anyway, and asked his men to surrender unconditionally. They did.

     By this time, Sitanka was so ill he couldn’t sit up and his nose was dripping blood. Soldiers lifted him into an army ambulance—an old wagon—for the trip to the Wounded Knee camp. His ragtag band followed behind. Once there, the soldiers gave the Lakotas an evening ration, and lent army tents to those who wanted them. Then the soldiers settled into guarding the camp.

     And they celebrated, for they were heroes of a great war, and it had been bloodless, and now, with the Lakotas’ surrender, they would be demobilized back to their home bases before the South Dakota winter closed in. As they celebrated, more and more troops poured in. It had been a long hunt across South Dakota for Sitanka and his band, and officers were determined the group would not escape them again. In came the Seventh Cavalry, whose men had not forgotten that their former leader George Armstrong Custer had been killed by a band of Lakota in 1876. In came three mountain guns, which the soldiers trained on the Lakota encampment from a slight rise above the camp.

     For their part, the Lakotas were frightened. If their surrender was welcome and they were going to go with the soldiers to Red Cloud at Pine Ridge, as they had planned all along, why were there so many soldiers, with so many guns?

     On this day and hour in 1890, in the cold and dark of a South Dakota December night, there were soldiers drinking, singing and visiting with each other, and anxious Lakotas either talking to each other in low voices or trying to sleep. No one knew what the next day would bring, but no one expected what was going to happen.

     One of the curses of history is that we cannot go back and change the course leading to disasters, no matter how much we might wish to. The past has its own terrible inevitability.

     But it is never too late to change the future.”

https://aeon.co/videos/the-oglala-sioux-speak-out-from-the-wounded-knee-massacre-to-modern-life

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, Dee Brown

The Heartbeat of Wounded Knee: Native America from 1890 to the Present, by David Treuer

Ojibwa Warrior: Dennis Banks and the Rise of the American Indian Movement, by Richard Erdoes

Where White Men Fear to Tread: The Autobiography of Russell Means

https://indiancountrytoday.com/archive/native-history-aim-occupation-of-wounded-knee-begins

https://www.jacobinmag.com/2016/12/wounded-knee-massacre-lakota-us-army

https://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2012/10/occupy-wounded-knee-a-71-day-siege-and-a-forgotten-civil-rights-movement/263998/

https://www.thoughtco.com/wounded-knee-massacre-4135729

Incident At Oglala: The Leonard Peltier Story film trailer

December 28 2025 Best Fiction & Poetry Books of 2025

       My choices for Best Fiction and Poetry of 2025, with reflections in celebration of Nobel Prize winner László Krasznahorkai, here follow.

     For poetry my choices are The New Carthaginians by Nick Makoha, That Broke into Shining Crystals by Richard Scott, and The Book of Jonah by Luke Kennard, with recognition to the Old Master in the new collection of 2025 entitled The Poems of Seamus Heaney, a near 1300 page tome edited by Bernard O’Donoghue, Rosie Lavan, and Matthew Hollis.

      For novels I concur with the Booker Prize choice of David Szalay’s Flesh, a reimagination of William Makepeace Thackeray’s novel Barry Lyndon which references Sartre’s Nausea and savagely interrogates patriarchy and male privilege as alienation and a system of oppression which dehumanizes both men and women, though at unequal levels of harm. And in America with horrific political consequences in the Trump regime of theocratic sexual terror and white supremacist terror, the tyranny of a Rapist In Chief and Epstein co-conspirator elected by degenerate fools who wanted and now possess authorization to do the same.

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/flesh

      Also as best fiction of the year I name The Book of Records by Madeleine Thien; runners up include What We Can Know by Ian McEwan, Audition by Katie Kitamura, The Rest of Our Lives by Ben Markovits, Flashlight by Susan Choi, Twist by Colum McCann, and The Emperor of Gladness by Ocean Vuong.

      This year’s Nobel Prize goes to László Krasznahorkai; three Great Books  Satantango, The Melancholy of Resistance, and Herscht 07769 define his significance to world literature and our possibilities of becoming human, but all his novels bear secrets worth your time to explore.

      In his themes he is the bright mirror image of Milan Kundera, great masters who play opposing sides of the board like T.S. Eliot and James Joyce, Krasznahorkai’s fables of redemption and return from Exile replies to Kundera’s Absurdism in the face of loss of faith and alienation.

     Spadework for a Palace is a special favorite of mine, Baron Wenckheim’s Homecoming is magisterial, charts a future history of the fall of civilization, and offers a coda to his brilliant debut novel Satantango, and the short story The Bill: For Palma Vecchio, at Venice, interrogates the meaning of beauty, as he writes; “it’s the moment when the faint flickering candlelight reveals the animal in their eyes, because it is this look that drives everyone crazy, crazy for that beautiful animal, that animal that is nothing but body, which is what people die for, for the moment, that splinter of time, when that animal appears, beautiful beyond comprehension…”

      Always there remains the possibility of transcendence within the mirage of the world, even in the most degenerate and fallen of worlds. This is the great theme of Laszlo Krasznahorkai which illuminates all his works; one of hope and redemption, of the regeneration of the soul regardless how disfigured, and of the emergence of Beauty from the grotesque.

      l find that I need such songs of liberation from the flaws of our humanity and the brokenness of the world to bear the costs of remaining human under vast and ancient systems of oppression as imposed conditions of struggle which in the years of the first and second Trump regimes have been gathering forces like a tide of darkness, one we all bear with us like a shadow self which threatens to hollow out and replace us with simulacra through falsification, commodification, and dehumanization. This too is a ground of struggle, and a Rashomon Gate of possible selves and futures among which we must choose.

     When they come for us, those who would steal our power and enslave us, as they always have and will, let them find not an abject and servile humanity which welcomes the iron boot of Authority, tyranny, and terror, not obedient servants of the machines of the wealth, power, and privilege of hegemonic elites, but a United Humankind which disbelieves and disobeys Authority in refusal to submit, glorious and Unconquered, Living Autonomous Zones and guarantors of each other’s humanity in a free society of equals.

       This is what literature is for, and why it is important; to open pathways of reimagination and transformation through poetic vision and seizure of power through the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others.

      Always there remains the struggle between the stories we tell about ourselves and those told about us by others; this is the first revolution in which we all must fight, the struggle for ownership of ourselves.

      So for my Narrative Theory of Identity and ars poetica in this context, best stories of the year, which like the canon of literature is nothing less than an authorized set of possible identities and figural spaces into which to grow.

     In becoming human, the imaginal worlds of László Krasznahorkai are as good a reference point and topology of the soul as any.

László Krasznahorkai author page on Goodreads

      Two brief but excellent critical works may serve as guides to his work; The Quiet Prophet: László Krasznahorkai’s Journey Through Chaos and Grace by

Camille F. Arden, and Master of the Apocalypse: The Life and Vision of László Krasznahorkai From Hungarian Roots to Nobel Glory: Exploring the Award-Winning Author’s Journey Through Darkness, Dread, and the Power of Art by

James A. Whitaker.

     On the 2025 Nobel shortlist are Gerald Murname, Cristina Rivera Garza, Haruki Murakami, Salman Rushdie, Mircea Cărtărescu, Thomas Pynchon, Can Xue, Michel Houellebecq, Anne Carson, Colm Tóibín, and César Aira.

     Last year’s runners up for the Nobel are always worth reading; Haruki Murakami, Can Xue, Margaret Atwood, César Aira, Gerald Murnane, Thomas Pynchon, Ersi Sotiropoulos, Anne Carson, Don DeLillo, Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, Salman Rushdie, Karl Ove Knausgård, and Han Kang.

               Booker Prize 2025 Shortlist; Everything given acclaim by the Booker Prize is worth reading

 Flashlight by Susan Choi

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/flashlight

The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny by Kiran Desai,

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/the-loneliness-of-sonia-and-sunny

Audition by Katie Kitamura

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/audition

The Rest of Our Lives by Ben Markovits

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/the-rest-of-our-lives

 The Land in Winter by Andrew Miller https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/the-land-in-winter

           Booker 2025 Longlist

Misinterpretation, by Ledia Xhoga

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/misinterpretation

Seascraper, by Benjamin Wood

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/seascraper

Endling, by Maria Reva

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/endling

One Boat, by Jonathan Buckley

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/one-boat

Universality, by Natasha Brown

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/universality

The South, by Tash Aw

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/the-south

Love Forms, by Claire Adam

https://thebookerprizes.com/the-booker-library/books/love-forms

                2025 Pulitzer Prize For Fiction

      The Pulitzer winner was James by Percival Everett, which was my choice for Best Novel of 2024 https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/173754979-james?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=iRFrJGmG5S&rank=2

              Pulitzer finalists

Headshot, by Rita Bullwinkel

The Unicorn Woman, by Gary Jones

Mice 1961, by Stacey Levine

             Pulitzer Prize For Poetry

New and Selected Poems, by Marie Howe

       Kirkus Review  Best Fictional Voices 2025

Audition, by Katie Kitamura

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/katie-kitamura/audition-2/

The Emperor of Gladness, by Ocean Vuong

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/ocean-vuong/the-emperor-of-gladness/

Vera, Or Faith, by Gary Shteyngart

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/gary-shteyngart/vera-or-faith/

People Like Us, by Jason Mott

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/jason-mott/people-like-us-3/

Twist, by Colum McCann

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/colum-mccann/twist-2/

Will There Ever Be Another You, by Patricia Lockwood

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/patricia-lockwood/will-there-ever-be-another-you/

Heart the Lover, by Lily King

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/lily-king/heart-the-lover/

     The National Book Awards has the winner as The True True Story of Raja the Gullible (and His Mother) by Rabih Alameddine

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/228110355-the-true-true-story-of-raja-the-gullible?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_77

 and finalists The Antidote by Karen Russell

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/214537790-the-antidote?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_29

 and North Sun Or, the Voyage of the Whaleship Esther, by Ethan Rutherford

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/205668518-north-sun?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_69

                 The Guardian Best Poetry Books of 2025

The Poems of Seamus Heaney

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/222376780-the-poems-of-seamus-heaney?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_27

That Broke into Shining Crystals, Richard Scott

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/220062799-that-broke-into-shining-crystals?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_33

The New Carthaginians, Nick Makoha

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/214886748-the-new-carthaginians?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_11

The Book of Jonah, Luke Kennard

lode, Gillian Allnutt

          The Guardian Best Fiction of 2025

The Book of Records, Madeleine Thien

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/218569917-the-book-of-records?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_15

What We Can Know, Ian McEwan

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/223854881-what-we-can-know?ref=nav_sb_ss_3_10

Dream Count, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Helm, Sarah Hall

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/226381542-helm?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_10

The Eleventh Hour: A Quintet of Stories, Salman Rushdie

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/230118837-the-eleventh-hour?ref=nav_sb_ss_3_17

Saraswati, Gurnaik Johal

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/219308160-saraswati?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_12

Cry Havoc: A Novel, Rebecca Wait

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/231692492-cry-havoc?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_11

The Pretender, Jo Harkin

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/216371549-the-pretender?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_9

Endling, Maria Reva

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/218460339-endling?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_10

Eden’s Shore, Oisín Fagan

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/211969267-eden-s-shore?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_11

Every One Still Here: Stories, Liadan Ní Chuinn

Shadow Ticket, Thomas Pynchon

       So many others, wonderful in their uniqueness, clamor for our attention and await their time and moments of reflection with us, in which to shape us like stones sculpted by wind and sea.

     May we all find joy and wonder in the imaginal worlds of others and their strange ways of becoming human.

 December 27 2025 Resistance and Revolutionary Struggle in the Shadows of White Supremacist Terror and Ethnic Cleansing: the Case of Cecot Prison

       In Cecot prison and the campaign of ethnic cleansing in our streets perpetrated by the ICE white supremacist terror force we see a future America as the Trump regime and the Republican Party envision it; a white ethnostate of tyranny and terror which abandons our parallel and interdependent rights as citizens and as human beings. This we must avoid, by any means necessary, a phrase coined by Sartre in his 948 play Dirty Hands and made famous by the magnificent Malcolm X.

     The capture of the state by a Fourth Reich of theocratic patriarchal sexual terror and white supremacist terror engaged in a campaign of ethnic cleansing we must resist, both within our system of government to reclaim the institutions of state in electoral, legislative, and judicial struggle, and beyond as Resistance and Revolution to bring change to systems of oppression such as racism and patriarchy from which fascisms of blood, faith, and soil emerge; but how exactly?

     And if we are to restore the balance and bring the moral regeneration of an America founded on liberty, equality, testable truth, and impartial justice for all, a free society of equals in which we are guarantors of each other’s rights as a Band of Brothers and a beacon of hope to the world, we must also bring a Reckoning to those who would enslave us, and purge our destroyers from among us as we did at Nuremberg and the hunt for Nazi war criminals which came after.

      Herein there may be a boundary and interface realm between the justice which Trump and all his voters, donors, apologists, enforcers, and co-conspirators merit, that of Mussolini at the hands of an angry mob which provided a clear and decisive break with the past fascist regime but also confuses any possible new social order with moral ambiguity, and that which is possible if we are to re-establish the rule of law.    

      I would like to see Trump achieve his true nature by being fed to dogs and transformed into dog shit. Wouldn’t it be a lovely display in a glass case exhibited in a museum of holocausts, atrocities, and crimes against humanity? Let his monument read thus:

     Here lies Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, in his true form, most terrible enemy democracy has faced since Alcibiades betrayed Athens, most dangerous foreign agent to ever attack America even including Pearl Harbor and the Twin Towers, who subverted our ideals and sabotaged our institutions, and nearly enacted the fall of civilization as the figurehead of the Fourth Reich and herald of an age of fascist tyranny and state terror.

     Yet here he lies, nothing but a pile of dog shit. Look upon the rewards of tyranny, you who are mighty, and despair.

     For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

     We can but wish. Beyond such fantasies, exclusion is a just balance for crimes of treason, disloyalty, and betrayal, in the forms of loss of citizenship, the most terrible punishment any nation can inflict, and exile and erasure.

    To be clear, all participants in the January 6 Insurrection, and all who conspired in this crime, had knowledge aforehand but did not sound an alarm,  or acted subsequently to conceal, abet, or deny and excuse its perpetrators and its nature including all legislators who voted not to investigate it, the Justice department which sabotaged its investigation and trial, and all who became conspirators after the fact in voting for Trump in our last election, bear responsibility in its crimes and should be repaid with loss of citizenship, forfeitures of assets, exile, and erasure. 

     Exile as the natural consequence of treason was explored in the short story “The Man Without a Country” by Edward Everett Hale, first published in The Atlantic in December 1863.  It is a story of a traitor who comes to understand the true meaning of his crime; the renunciation of his social contract, connection and interdependence with other human beings, and membership in a national identity.

     As described in Wikipedia; “It is the story of American Army lieutenant Philip Nolan, who renounces his country during a trial for treason, and is consequently sentenced to spend the rest of his days at sea without so much as a word of news about the United States.

    The protagonist is a young US Army lieutenant, Philip Nolan, who develops a friendship with the visiting Aaron Burr. When Burr is tried for treason (that historically occurred in 1807), Nolan is tried as an accomplice. During his testimony, he bitterly renounces his nation and, with a foul oath, angrily shouts, “I wish I may never hear of the United States again!” The judge is completely shocked at that announcement and, on convicting him, icily grants him his wish. Nolan is to spend the rest of his life aboard US Navy warships in exile with no right ever to set foot on US soil again and with explicit orders that no one shall ever again mention his country to him.

     The sentence is carried out to the letter. For the rest of his life, Nolan is transported from ship to ship, lives out his life as a prisoner on the high seas, and is never allowed back in a home port.”

      So for Exile; now also for Erasure. As I wrote in my post of January 7 2021, Treason and Terror: Trump’s Brownshirts Attack Congress; This leaves the ringleader and chief conspirator of treason, sedition, insurrection, and terror to be removed from power and denied a platform from which to spread madness and violence like a plague; our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump. I believe we must remove, impeach, deplatform, and prosecute him for his many crimes against America; Trump must be exiled from public life and isolated from his power to destroy us.

     Roman law called this damnatio memoriae, the erasure of public forgetting, and coupled with the Amish practice of shunning provides a useful model of minimum use of social force in safeguarding ourselves from threats, without the brutality of torture and prison to which we have become addicted. A fascinating  article by the classical scholar Alexander Meddings examines its use in the cases of Trump’s nearest Imperial parallels, Caligula and Nero.

     Exile and Erasure; neither prison nor violence or the use of force and fear. Let us simply cast out those who would destroy us from among us, and forget them.

     How is this relevant to ideas of justice? Because we must not become our enemies in the use of social force, even to guarantee our universal human rights.

   Remember always Nietzsche’s warning in Beyond Good and Evil; “He who fights monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes back into thee.”

    We must escape the maelstrom of dehumanization which is the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force if we are to free ourselves from the disfiguring and crippling legacies of our history. To do this we must abandon power over others and the social use of force; but first we must seize our power over ourselves from those who would enslave us.

     How do we seize our power?

     As I wrote in my post of July 25 2025, Plan 2028 A Platform For Change Part Three: No Humans Are Illegal; Before all else must come the tactics and strategy of Resistance in the moment we now face, always the only moment we have and a Rashomon Gate of possible futures; as both Tolstoy and Lenin asked with such very different answers, What is to be done?

      The atrocities and crimes against humanity of the ICE terror force now being called Los Diablos, The Devils in Spanish, and the federal troops occupying sanctuary cities in a campaign of white supremacist state terror and ethnic cleansing, which recalls to me the horrors of the Serbian regime I fought half a lifetime ago at Sarajevo, are an immediate threat we must confront daily, but far from a unique one.

      The Fourth Reich of the Trump regime is trying to subjugate us through division and terror, and to this let us give the only reply it merits; Never Again!

        In America we are at war with our own government, a captured state of fascist tyranny, and all Resistance is War to the Knife, for who respects no laws and no limits may hide behind none.

       To make an idea about a kind of people is an act of violence. And no mater where you begin with authorized political identities of otherness and belonging, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

      As I wrote in my post of February 10 2025, Resist ICE By Any Means Necessary; If They Come For One Of Us, Let Them Be Met With All Of Us; If you see ICE agents, send up a general warning. Photograph and publish their identities. Track them to their lair, picket their homes, flash mob them, set false trails and load the sites they raid with protestors.

     Never let police take anyone alone; they are both infiltrated by white supremacist terrorists and coordinating actions with them as deniable assets like the Oathkeepers, and in addition to the official ICE terror force of Homeland Security which pays six figure salaries to the most brutal psychopathic thugs and racist fanatics gathered from our prisons and security services, states are now hiring bounty hunters with no security clearances or training and paying one thousand dollars per human deported, and that means anyone nonwhite, citizen or not, a policy which has hit the Native American Tribes as racist state terror.

     One armed thug with a badge cannot abduct a target when three of us intervene; one hundred enforcers of racist state terror cannot overcome a thousand who Resist.

         Men without badges, wearing masks, without warrants and who offer no rights of trial as we our guaranteed by our founding documents, who abduct people at random and send them to secret foreign prisons without probable cause or evidence of any kind, without Miranda rights or hearing the evidence against them in a court of law; such teams as ICE now employs are not police of any kind but extrajudicial crime syndicates of racist terror. Resist to the death abduction of yourself or others.

     In the words of the character Mick Rory in Legends of Tomorrow, episode Turncoat; “You don’t know the first thing about being an American. We’re outcasts, misfits, and proud of it. If the enemy attacks in formation, we pop em off from the trees. If they challenge you to a duel, we raid their camp in the night. And if they’re going to hang you, you fight dirty. And we never surrender.”

      How shall we resist? By any means necessary, as Sartre wrote in his play of 1948 Dirty Hands, and was made famous by Malcolm X. All Resistance is War to the Knife, for who respects no laws and no limits may hide behind none.

      I am prepared at all times to fight to the death, but this does not mean taking unnecessary risks. One must study the possibilities like a problem in chess, have plans for everything you can imagine, and spring the trap only when it is properly set.

     The first lesson of the Art of War is diversion and surprise; and the last lesson is the same as the first, diversion and surprise. Who achieves surprise wins; and who can predict enemy actions also wins. On the modern battlefield any threat that can be seen or identified can be destroyed; so don’t tip your hand.

       In the context of Resistance against ICE kidnapping teams, your enemy has military weapons, armor, and communications, and possibly some training; if Trump calls in the National Guard to support them as he has threatened today, they will unquestionably be trained to work as a team in ways far superior to that of any pickup team you may be able to put together, even if your team has better skills individually. Have you trained together as a team all day every day for like missions, and have gamed out and tested all possible contingencies which can arise once your mission is in play? If so you may have force parity with the enemy, if they can be isolated from support and coordination even momentarily by controlling the timing, arena of combat, or taking control of their communications and surveillance; but no Resistance cell can match regular forces in direct battle when enemy Command, Control, and Communications remain operational, the destruction or corruption with false messages and intelligence of which is a major objective.

       This also means you must avoid direct confrontation; you must be clever, unpredictable, strike anonymously from the shadows when the enemy is off guard and at their weakest in ways which cannot be countered, and never use the same trick twice.

       Of course, you want to train as a team as much as possible, and as broadly as possible which among other things means cross training in each other’s disciplines exactly as all military forces do.

       This brings us to one of the crucial and decisive factors in any conflict; the use of force obeys Newton’s Third Law of Motion and creates its own counterforce such as Resistance, so the reaction must be part of its design if one is to use force to shape the future.

       Another such principle is that in the Calculus of Fear, too little invites Chaos and social disorder, and too much galvanizes Resistance. I’d have thought the world would have learned this at Nanking, but its something tyrants never truly learn. People who have nothing left to lose are uncontrollable and dangerous, like ourselves.

     Herein a word of caution; do not meet force with force, fear with fear, terror with terror. Leave evil to the evildoers. This I advise not as a moral principle, but as a strategic one when the imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle include a nominally democratic state which may be brought into alignment with its constitutional ideals of the equality of all human beings under the law and of the co-ownership of the state by its citizens, through mass action, solidarity, and performance of the Four Primary Duties of a Citizen: Question Authority, Expose Authority, Mock Authority, and Challenge Authority.

      The great secret of authority as power, force, and control is that it is hollow and brittle, and becomes meaningless without legitimacy.

      The Fourth Reich and its figurehead Traitor Trump and the Party of Treason are counting on losing some of their enforcers to mob violence as a pretext for the occupation of America by federal troops under martial law, a trick they tried four times during the Black Lives Matter protests using police provocateurs and campaigns of arson, looting, and random violence to delegitimize the protests against racist police violence and seize the narrative. In this the enemy failed; during months of mass protests in over fifty cities throughout our nation, only one act of violence by anyone other than police and their co-conspirators happened,  and that was when our Antifa comrade Michael Reinoehl returned fire when fired upon when confronting a motorcade of 600 armed fascists on August 29 2020 in Portland Oregon, and was assassinated by a police death squad days later.

     The goal of authority in centralizing power is to win legitimacy, and our goal as revolutionaries is to delegitimize authority and seize the moral high ground. We now find ourselves in a similar situation to that of Gandhi versus the British Empire, and his very elegant solution which tipped the balance was the Salt Tax Protest, during which hundreds of nonresisting Indians were systematically beaten with clubs by police on camera and before the stage of history, reported to the world with the words; “The British Empire has lost any claim to the moral high ground in India.”     

     Always the question of the social use of force remains central to any action versus or interrogation of evil in its origins as fear, power, and force in recursive processes of the Wagnerian Ring of Power, and any seizures of power in liberation struggle against systems of oppression and unequal power and the state as embodied violence, especially under imposed conditions of struggle which include brutal repression of dissent and thought control by enforcers of the carceral state and its elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege.

     This goal of delegitimation of authority does not override our duty of care for others; if a man kneels on another’s neck he is a murderer and we are obligated to stop him by any means necessary, and if a man points a gun at another let a hundred guns reply.

     Everything devolves to fear, power, and force, a maelstrom which only love can free us from, and we who hunt monsters must be very careful not to become so ourselves. As Nietzsche warned; “Those who hunt monsters must be careful lest they also become monsters; and when you look too long into the Abyss, the Abyss looks back into you.”

     In the end, all that matters is what we do with our fear and how we use our power; do something beautiful with yours.

     ICE and the federal occupation of sanctuary cities and general campaign of ethnic cleansing and white supremacist terror are our direct threat and must be purged from our society, but this is also a symptom of more general issues of white supremacy as a system of oppression and unequal power designed to create and enforce elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and white privilege, and of the centralization of power to a carceral state of force and control and the state as embodied violence.

      For what purpose have we a border? We have drawn a line in the sand to exploit disparity and create illegal migrant labor; an invisible resource of those with no legal existence to whom we can do anything without reprisal, and whose cheap labor fuels vast industries of agriculture, hospitality, caretaking, and manufacture.

     Migrant labor is slave labor.

     This is a system of oppression which creates and enforces elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege which we must we must destroy utterly if we are to truly become a free society of equals.

      As I wrote in my post of December 18 2024 International Migrants Day: “There Is No Migration Crisis; There Is a Crisis of Solidarity”; We celebrate today the human will to become, to explore, to discover new worlds and create new possibilities of becoming human, in the iconic figure of the migrant as the epitome and driving force of civilization.

     Often the migrant also enacts the symbol, archetype, and allegory of the Stranger as well, with all of the ambiguities, dangers, and opportunities for the reimagination and transformation of human being, meaning, and value implicit in the themes of this primary universal psychodrama.

     Often has Our Clown of Terror, Traitor Trump, quoted the book he kept on his nightstand for years in place of a Bible, Mein Kampf, to cheering crowds during an election rally in reference to migrants; “They’re poisoning our blood.”

     No matter where you begin with ideas of otherness as a threat to identity, the origin of all fascism, you always end up at the gates of Auschwitz.

     Let us give to fascism the only reply it merits; Never Again!

     The wave of fascism sweeping the world these past few years originates in a primal fear of otherness as loss of the self; this is weaponized in service to power by those who would enslave us, becomes divisions and hierarchies of elite belonging and exclusionary otherness, racism, patriarchy, nationalism, and all of this coheres into authorized identities and a savage and cruel identity politics.

    The Other is always our own mirror image, and we cannot escape each other. This is why fascism and tyranny are inherently unstable and always collapse in depravity and ruin; when we project what we dislike about ourselves onto others, as objects to abuse as if exorcising our demons, we dehumanize ourselves as well as them. And such denial fails as a strategy of transformation and adaptation to change, aggrandizing ossified institutions and systems until they become threats rather than solutions, and the whole edifice collapses from the mechanical failures of its contradictions as is happening now in America and throughout human civilization.

     This is why the embrace of our own darkness and monstrosity is crucial to liberation struggle; how else can we bring change to systems of oppression if we cannot confront it in ourselves? Especially we must hold close and interrogate feelings like disgust, revulsion, rage, and other atavisms of instinct which we drag behind ourselves like an invisible reptilian tail with the recognition that nothing we feel is either good or evil, but only how we use them in our actions toward others.

      In the end, all that matters is what we do with our fear, and how we use our power.

     Against this Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force we must set a counterfire of solidarity and love, for only this can set us free. We must speak directly to that fear of otherness as loss of identity and of power if we are to turn the tide of history toward a free society of equals and not fascist tyrannies of blood, faith, and soil, toward democracy and a diverse and inclusive United Humankind and not carceral states of force and control, toward love and not hate.

    We are stronger together than alone, as Benjamin Franklin demonstrated with his bundle of arrows in reference to Ecclesiastes 4:12 and the Iroquois Great Peacemaker called in some contexts Deganawidah. A diverse and inclusive society makes us more powerful if in different ways, wealthier, more resilient and adaptive, offers unknown joys and opens new vistas and possibilities of becoming human.

    Change need not mean fear and loss; for it also offers limitless new wonders. We must be agents of change and bringers of Chaos, if we are to become a fulcrum and change the balance of power in the world.

     The idea of human rights has been abandoned by its former guarantor nations, with whole peoples in Palestine and Ukraine being erased in wars of ethnic cleansing and genocide as exhibits of atrocities and crimes against humanity, and because of this and many other systems failures civilization is collapsing; ephemeral and illusory things like wealth and power are meaningless in the shadow of our degradation and the terror of our nothingness in the face of death.

     A reader’s comment on my post of December 8, The Fall of America as a Guarantor of Democracy and Human Rights, contained the phrase “more hopeful of the good in most people”.

     Here follows my reply; I too believed in things like human goodness once, but after forty years of wars, revolutions, resistance, and liberation struggle throughout the world I cannot. What I trust and hope for, if not believe in, is solidarity of action in struggle against systems of oppression and elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege. Such is my faith; the universality and equality of human needs and the necessity of our unity in seizures of power to create a free society of equals.

     As written by Jean Genet, who swore me to the oath of the Resistance and set me on my life’s path during the Siege of Beirut in 1982; “If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we’ll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.”

     How shall we welcome the Stranger?

     As I wrote in my post of June 7 2025, A Battle For the Soul Of America and the Freedom of the World: ICE Versus The People; In the streets of Los Angeles and throughout Vichy America, the People rise in mass action and solidarity to do battle with Homeland Security’s army of occupation and white supremacist terror, ICE.

      Is this not the beauty of human beings, to resist and cease not, and abandon not our fellows? This is the primary act of becoming human which defines us, this refusal to submit to authority, or to betray our duty of care for others.

      Here also is our victory, for who cannot be ruled or controlled, who disobeys and disbelieves the lies of those who would enslave us, becomes Unconquered and free, and this is a power that cannot be taken from us.

      This is now the fifth time Trump has tried to terrorize America into submission through use of secret armies of federal occupation; and each of these previous campaigns of repression of dissent, which loosed looting, arson, and random violence under the direction of Homeland Security on our cities to delegitimize the Black Lives Mater protests and seize control of the narrative in service to the centralization of power and authority to the carceral state, each and every such action has failed.

      The sole result of all of this state terror and repression of dissent was the defeat of the Homeland Security army in the Battle of Portland and the articles of surrender published by the Triumvirate of Trump, Barr, and Wolf and their joint declaration of New York, Seattle, and Portland as Autonomous Zones beyond control of the federal state. To my knowledge, we Antifa are the only force to defeat the federal government of the United States in open battle on ground within her borders since Little Bighorn.

      We have been victorious over forces like that of ICE which the Trump regime sends against us now; it can be done, friends, and we all of us can do it again, here and now.

     When the enemies of liberty come for us, as they always have and will, let them find not an America divided by propaganda of otherness and defeated by learned helplessness, abjection, and despair, but a United Humankind of Living Autonomous Zones and the Unconquered, citizens who refuse to become subjects, and a free society of equals who are guarantors of each other’s rights.

     And if we all stand together and the circle is unbroken, we will be victorious.

      For we are many, we are watching, and we are the future.

       As I wrote in my post of January 23 2021, Inclusion and the Embrace of Otherness is the Test of Democratic Societies: On Immigration; Our new President Biden and his government seem committed to ideals of equity and fairness, in our system of immigration and in all things, which I celebrate and will help in any way I can; but in this area of policy I believe we need a few things more.

     Inclusion and the embrace of Otherness is the test of democratic societies.

     We need a version of the English Slave Act; anyone who sets foot on American soil is free, safe, and under our protection.

     We need a borderless state with citizenship by declaration; if you accept the responsibilities of membership in our nation and agree to live in accord with our principles and agreements with one another, you are an American. If you’re crazy enough to want to be one of us, who are we to say no?

      We need to reimagine and transform our security services and repurpose Homeland Security and the Border Patrol to provide safe passage to our shores and a humane landing which welcomes new Americans with food, medical attention, and education.

     The horrific ethnic cleansing and systematic torture and abuse of the Trump regime did not emerge from nothing, but from an ancient injustice by which our nation created wealth and elite power and privilege for white supremacy; we have drawn a line in the sand to weaponize disparity and generate mass cheap exploitable labor which fuels agriculture, hospitality, childcare, and other markets and industries; the question of a just society is; Who will do the hard and dirty work for the rest of us, and at what cost?

     Illegal migrant labor is slave labor.

     Let us emancipate our workforce so that everyone working here has the same rights and legal protections as citizens, no worker can be used against another, and all share in the wealth and benefits of their labor.

      So, the Eight Principles of the Art of War as I practice it.  

     The first lesson of the art of war is Diversion and Surprise. This involves a cornucopia of misdirection, illusion, concealment, and the arts of ambush and improvising channels, traps, and arenas to escape pursuit. Regardless of all else, who achieve surprise wins, in general.

     The second lesson is to Be Unpredictable, and use your enemy’s routines against him to create windows of opportunity. Change your patterns and routines, your playbook, rules, strategies and tactics. Never use the same trick twice. Surprise yourself, and the enemy too will be surprised.

     The third lesson is to Seize the Rules; never play someone else’s game, on their terms or by their rules, but on ground and at a time of your choosing. If you become trapped in such a game, change the rules and make it yours.

     The fourth lesson is to Seize Initiative and Control through continuous attack and patterns of action; make the enemy react to you and you will tie up his resources in defense which may otherwise be free to threaten and attack you. Plan ahead of the enemy’s moves, and use patterns and expectations to create dilemmas, openings, ambushes, and traps. Establish norms and expectations, then violate them to set up a victory.

    The fifth lesson is to Seize the Timing, or wrongfooting the enemy. No one can be everywhere at once with equal force, and one must gather maximum force and strike where least expected and where the enemy is weakest. This means luring the enemy into being where you want him to be, such as massing forces where they are useless while exposing strategic targets.

     The sixth lesson is to Seize the Momentum and point of balance when attacked; defend nothing, but neutralize greater force and power through evasion and redirection. The principles of simultaneous counterattack to seize control as momentum, and of continuous attack as conservation of momentum, work together in this as a Doctrine of No Defense or pure counterattack and ambush. Why be reactive and controlled, when you could be unpredictable and unstoppable? Why defend, when you can savage the enemy and teach him to fear you to seize power and dominance?

      The seventh lesson is to Embrace Your Fear and use your pain. Why defend when you can counterattack and teach the enemy to fear you? As my father said; “Fear is a ground of struggle. Fear precedes power. So, whose instrument will it be?”

     Take their power; this is about the use of fear and pain to establish control. This is why we attack with utmost ferocity to inflict shock and awe, and we must always take what the enemy loves first.

      The eighth lesson is to Seize the Narrative of the conflict, for all conflict is theatre. Here we instrumentalize history as narratives of identity, famously described by CIA Chief of Counter Intelligence Angleton as the Wilderness of Mirrors.

     Wilderness of Mirrors, a phrase from T.S. Eliot’s Gerontin, is one I use to describe the pathology of falsification of ourselves through propaganda, lies and illusions, rewritten histories, state secrets, alternate realities, authoritarian faith which devours truths. This I disambiguate in comparison with its opposite, journalism and the witness of history as the sacred quest to pursue the truth. We are made counterfeits of ourselves by systems of elite hegemonic power such as patriarchy, racism, and capitalism, and by those who would enslave us, through capture of our stories as theft of the soul.

     James Angleton, on whom John Le Carre based his character of George Smiley, infamously used the phrase in this sense as well, and it has become universalized throughout the intelligence community he shaped and influenced during the Second World War and its aftermath the Cold War. Writing in reference to David Martin’s biography of himself entitled Wilderness of Mirrors, Angleton described it as a “myriad of stratagems, deceptions, artifices, and all the other devices of disinformation which the Soviet bloc and its coordinated intelligence services use to confuse and split the West … an ever fluid landscape where fact and illusion merge.” And of course, everything he ascribed to the Soviets was true of himself, his own agency, and America as well, and of all states, for all are houses of illusion.

     Our goal in revolutionary struggle is to seize the legitimacy and authority of the enemy, to take their power, by claiming the moral high ground, shaping opinion through narratives of victimization and solidarity by championing the people against those who would enslave us. For who stands alone, dies alone; and who stands in solidarity with his fellows becomes unstoppable as the tides.

      The last lesson is the same as the first; diversion and surprise.

      All else is the will to resist and refusal to submit or stay down, beyond victory or even survival.

      The Art of Revolution goes beyond the Art of War, for here we struggle against systems of oppression as well as the enforcers of elite wealth, power, and privilege, and the states of force and control which create and maintain them. In this our goal is the delegitimation of Authority through disbelief and disobedience, and by solidarity of action.

        History, memory, identity; our symbols and holidays are a ground of struggle, which open and close doors to possible futures.

      Who do we want to become, we humans? This is the question which drives and organizes our interrogations of the past and the future possibilities of human being, meaning, and value; not our addiction to power and wealth which the family storyteller of my youth William S. Burroughs called the Algebra of Need in his reimagination of Marx nor the processes of dehumanization of capitalism, imperialism, and carceral states of force and control which my friend Jean Genet described as necrophilia in his famous 1970 May Day speech at Yale in support of the Black Panther Party. These too are crucial to understanding why we are rushing blindly to our extinction, as we are falsified, commodified, and dehumanized by the Wagnerian Ring of fear, force, and power.

     In the end all that matters is what we do with our fear, and how we use our power.

       Such questions illuminate the interdependence of our social and material systems, and the bidirectionality of forces of action and reaction. For our politics reflects and echoes our relationship not only with ourselves and each other, but with nature itself; our fear or embrace of the wildness of nature and the wildness of ourselves.

     Here is my witness of history regarding how I learned the principles of revolutionary struggle at the age of nine; I spent recess at school during fifth grade either playing chess with the Principal or experimenting with the chemistry set in the classroom, which doubtless seemed odd, unfriendly, and aloof to the other children whom I failed to play with. Someone retaliated by putting gum on my seat, which I found insulting, so during the next recess I poured some chemicals marked as poison with the skull and crossbones down the spigot of the drinking faucet, reasoning that water pressure would let them pool in the u-tube just below so that everyone who went for a drink of water after playing ball at recess would get a dose. That afternoon half a dozen kids were outside throwing up, and I felt not triumph but horror, because I realized I could have unintentionally killed everyone. I told my father about it that night.

    To this my father replied; “You have discovered politics; this is about fear and power as the basis of human exchange and relationships. Most importantly, it is about the use of force.

     Fear is a good servant and a terrible master; those who use it to subjugate others are motivated by fear themselves, and if you can show them you do not fear them they will be afraid of you, and fear becomes a lever you can use to seize power and win dominance. Fear is a ground of struggle. Fear precedes power. So, whose instrument will it be?”

      Sic Semper Tyrannis, friends.

 become exalted beyond ourselves in a liberty which cannot be taken from us.

     As I wrote in my post of July 26 2020, Explaining Badly What I Do, For Even I Am Not Altogether Certain: a Confession and Letter to a Suicide Squad; Sometimes my quest found only death and loss, sometimes triumph and illumination, but the struggle itself was always a seizure of power in which something human could be wrested back from the claws of our nothingness.

     Among the prizes and exhibits of my memory palace are heroes and rogues, allies and enemies of whom only I, like Ishmael, live to tell the tale; others became legends. So also with the causes for which we fought.

     What if we teachers told our students what life is really like, that its full of blood and horror and in the end means nothing at all except whatever meaning we can bring to it, and the best you can do is survive another day and maybe save someone from the darkness before it swallows us all? I’ve looked into the darkness since 1982 in Beirut, when Jean Genet swore me to the Oath of the Resistance, and as Nietzsche warned it has begun to look back at me.

      Yet I will struggle with the darkness and cease not, and so remain unconquered in defiance of unjust authority and in refusal to submit, though I have sometimes forgotten why. At moments of doubt such as this I read again Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus, Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, Henley’s Invictus, I.F. Stone’s The Trial of Socrates; myths, stories, poetry, and history of the grandeur of resistance which confers freedom, beyond hope of victory or even survival.

     Refusal to submit is the primary human act. We can be killed, tortured, starved and imprisoned; but we cannot be defeated so long as we refuse to obey. This is our victory, in which we seize ownership of ourselves and create ourselves anew, and nothing can take this from us.  In our refusal to submit, disobedience, and defiance of authority we become unstoppable as the tides, for force fails at the point of disobedience and authority has no power which is not granted to it by those it claims, and once questioned, mocked, exposed, and challenged as illegitimate the illusions with which it seduces us vanish into the nothingness from which they came.

     Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

     Pandora’s Box bears a last gift which is also a curse; we cling to it when it is all we have, and because it cannot be taken from us. I have never been able to decide if this is a good thing or not. Why has this strange gift been given to us?

     Maybe it’s only this; that so long as we get back to our feet for yet another Last Stand, there is hope.

     And so I open the Forbidden Door to the unknown and step through as I have many times before, a nameless shadow among countless others who await in welcome all those who dare to transgress the limits unjustly imposed on us, a realm of shadows and of the Unconquered, and like lions we roar our defiance into the fathoms of emptiness beyond.

      Such is the only possible response to the terror of our nothingness and its weaponization by those who would enslave us; the roar of defiance, as lions who are masterless and free.

     To fascism there can be but one reply; Never Again. And to the tyranny and terror of those who would enslave us, let us give reply with the immortal words of Shakespeare in Julius Caesar, the play which Nelson Mandela used as a codex to unify resistance against Apartheid among the political prisoners of Robben Island; Sic Semper Tyrannis, Ever Thus to Tyrants.

    Known as the Robben Island Bible, this copy of Shakespeare was passed around as the key to a book code for secret messages which referred to page and line; it was also underlined. On December 16th 1977, Nelson Mandela authorized direct action by underlining this passage from Julius Caesar;

“Cowards die many times before their deaths.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear,

Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come when it will come.”

     Tonight the shadows dance, wild and free, bound by no rules but our own; come and dance with us.

Notes on Letter to a Suicide Squad

     I wrote this as guidance and general principles of Resistance to tyranny, Antifascist action, and Revolutionary struggle; but also as a letter to a suicide squad who had volunteered to hunt the hunters and rescue their victims, in the confusion of mass action during the Black Lives Matter protests of the Summer of Fire in 2020 which became a moving street fight in hundreds of cities with forces of repression, which the government of the United States of America used as concealment for Homeland Security death squads to abduct, torture, and assassinate innocent civilians at random as state terror to repress dissent through learned helplessness.

      My suicide teams were among many reasons why we Antifa as a whole became to my knowledge the only force to defeat the federal government of the United States in open battle within her borders since Little Bighorn, as the Triumvirate of President Trump, Attorney General Barr, and Acting Director of Homeland Security Wolf announced articles of surrender ceding federal control of the New York, Seattle, and Portland Autonomous Zones to the People.

     This I count as a victory with the fall of Apartheid and the Berlin Wall; it is possible to be victorious against vast and seemingly unstoppable force, if one disbelieves the lies of Authority and disobeys those who would enslave us.

           A state which sacrifices its legitimacy for control has doomed itself; if its actions can be exposed and its fig leaf stolen. Such is a primary goal of revolutionary struggle; but the people must also be protected, and publicly witnessed to be so, by those who would liberate them. As Shakespeare’s Henry the Fifth says; “When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler hand is the surest winner.” 

Becky G – Bella Ciao (From the Netflix Series “Casa de Papel”)

Walk Through the Fire, song from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, episode Once More With Feeling

what Republicans want to turn America into; our future white supremacist tyranny in miniature

Suicide Squad  film trailer  

     My teams loved this film, the first of which released in 2016.                

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      What I learned from my father in his fencing salle, and the kind of fencing which shaped me   

      As I wrote in my post of August 1 2021, Freedom and Revolution as an Art of Fear and Pain; A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free,” so John Stuart Mill exhorts us in Principles of Political Economy, which I once paraphrased in reply to Jean Genet, and I am thinking of this in terms of the imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle and the primary strategic problem of how to delegitimize authority and demonstrate the meaninglessness of its power, how to seize power against impossible odds and in the face of twin threats of force and control, the brutal repression of dissent and massive military resources of state tyranny and terror and the pervasive surveillance and thought control of propaganda, lies and illusions which falsify us and steal our souls.

     My father once said to me; ‘Never play someone else’s game. Whoever sets the terms and the rules of a game wins, so this is what you must seize first, and change the rules.” This wisdom was imparted as an observation of the differences between sports of personal combat, which have rules, and combat in war, which has none. In this it is like the distinction between politics and revolutionary struggle.

      There is a beautiful allegory of this principle in the film Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, as Kirk defeats the unwinnable scenario Kobayashi Maru by changing the rules of the game and applies this strategy to defeating Khan.

     As my father was a fencing coach, whose right arm was magnificently adorned with scars from actual duels, who taught both privately at our home and as a club at our high school where he also taught Forensics, English, and Drama, it was inevitable that I would have participated to some degree, but I loved saber and was reasonably good at it. How I came to discover this, and what it came to mean to me in time, is a story relevant to my understanding of freedom and the art of revolution as its praxis.

       It was the Incident of the Bubble Gum which brought the disciplines of fencing and martial arts into my life, and changed how I was raised and who I became as a scholar and warrior.

      As a nine year old I spent recess at elementary school either playing chess with the Principal in his office, reading in the library, or experimenting with the chemistry set in the lab, which doubtless seemed unfriendly and aloof to the other children whom I failed to play with. Someone retaliated by putting gum on my seat, which I found insulting, so during the next recess I poured some chemicals in bottles marked with a skull and crossbones down the spigot of the drinking faucet, reasoning that water pressure would let them pool in the u-tube just below so that everyone who went for a drink of water after playing would get a dose. That afternoon half a dozen kids were outside throwing up, and I felt not triumph but horror, because I realized I could have unintentionally killed everyone. I told my father about it that night. 

    To this my father replied; “You have discovered politics; this is about fear and power as the basis of human exchange and relationships. Most importantly, it is about the use of force.

     Fear is a good servant and a terrible master; those who use it to subjugate others are motivated by fear themselves, and if you can show them you do not fear them they will be afraid of you, and you can use it as a lever to win dominance. Fear is a ground of struggle. Fear precedes power. So, whose instrument will it be?

     Fear, power, and the use of social force are balanced with the need to belong. Membership, too, is a means of exchange. Sometimes its best to do what others do to fit in, but it isn’t always best, and it can be very wrong.

     Best is to discover what’s best for you, no matter how different that is, and find belonging on your own terms and no one else’s. Even if you have to create that community yourself.

     What you need is a way to confront people directly when you’re upset with them that doesn’t cause more harm than it solves.”

      So my father described to me Sartrean authenticity and freedom as an escape from the Wagnerian Ring of fear, power, and force as a philosophy of total Resistance.

      From this time I was engaged in the study of martial arts and fencing. Martial arts is a vast subject, and I also trained in a number of fighting arts with swords, but competitive saber fencing is a game with a very specific set of conditions which are directly relevant to actual combat, because like politics and war it is an art of pain and fear.

      Precisely what did I train in as my father’s student under the name of fencing?

      All modern Olympic rules fencing is built on the foil and epee, thrust-only sport forms of Smallsword dueling, near identical with the Chinese Jian scholar’s sword, which replaced the rapier as firearms obsolesced swords in war during the 18th century. The historical genesis of the art reached its final form in France and was codified in 1891 as an Olympic sport, now called Classical fencing. If you study Olympic Fencing anywhere on earth, this is what you learn. Its simply more efficient than anything else you can do with an edged and pointed sword, once firearms made armor obsolete. This I used both right and left handed, being naturally ambidextrious, and I advise all fighters to train with both hands as dominant.

      My father had organized fencing into a syllabus of techniques using motivational colored sleeve stripes like karate belts, his own innovation influenced by years of taking me to martial arts lessons. This I studied through my teens and taught with him in my twenties as part of the curriculum at the business I founded to put myself through university, Lale’s Kung Fu Academy of Sonoma.

      We also practiced Spanish rapier and dagger or la verdadera destreza which is fought in a circle using lateral evasion and angles of attack rather than on a strip like Olympic competitive fencing, and later during high school I studied the Filipino espada y daga derived from it.  Where the primary weapon dominates the enemy through presence or reach, the secondary is used to savage an enemy inside the guard of a long pointy sword like a rapier, a problem which the sabre with its continuous cutting edges does not have; closing against a cutting weapon is a death sentence. A dagger or any knife can countercut and also entrap a weapon or be used as a lever for armlocks and disarmaments, but it does not parry, and its best at unpredictable angles of attack when you are slammed right into the enemy, body to body which is usually in tight enclosed spaces and is like maneuvering an opponent into the ropes in boxing, or to gut them like a fish when grabbed from behind. That last use case renders many grappling arts near-obsolescent; you cannot take an enemy’s back if they have a knife, and the karambit is designed for exactly this kind of fight.

     Here I should note that from my teens onward I also practiced Close Quarters Combat with the Applegate-Fairbairn knife whose grip and techniques are derived from foil fencing as the legacy of a time when all gentlemen and members of the officer class were assumed to have been raised with fencing, the wonderfully versatile tanto which can be used as a primary or secondary weapon in either hand and both point forward and reverse gripped, and the Chinese Snake style’s signature dagger, near identical in blade form with the AF or any double edged combat knife, which I also studied in my thirties in Malaysia at the Snake Temple in Georgetown on the isle of Penang from which I sailed as a home port, a style based on the pit viper which weds grappling to the assassin’s knife. So my knife fighting is influenced by foil fencing and the Applegate-Fairbairn CQB derived from it, the Spanish sword and dagger style that preceded modern fencing and the Filipino art derived from it, the Japanese tanto, the Chinese Snake dagger, and the karambit which is the reverse gripped weapon of the Raja Harimau art I studied in Sumatra, used like a tiger’s dew claw.

      The sabre has an entirely different historical origin and genesis, as a cavalry weapon designed for mounted horse combat and influenced by the Persian shamshir and the later Pan-Islamic scimitar which dates from the ninth century, though the ur-source may be the curved sword named Dhu’l-Fiqar used in battles by the Prophet Mohammed himself Peace Be Upon Him, and was assimilated and dispersed by everyone they fought for or against, much like the similar Mongol sword which influenced that of the Russian Cossacks in their long war against the Golden Horde, especially during the Crusades, the last of which was in Hungary in 1716. It was in Hungary during the centuries of conflict between the Hapsburg and Ottoman Empires that the sabre reached its final form, and by the Napoleonic Wars had come to be universalized in Europe as the prestige weapon of hussars and its fighting art codified into a syllabus, with national variations in both form and use, as this light, fast cutting weapon replaced thrusting swords in war. The officer’s dress sword of the US Marine Corps is a Mameluke scimitar adopted in 1825 after the Barbary War; as is the British General Staff sword adopted after the Egyptian Campaign versus Napoleon. Add a handguard and the unique sabre ground edge and you have the modern sabre used from the Napoleonic Wars through the American Civil War and into World War One. In Europe national styles persist; the fearsome Polish crosscut style is still a living national art, which I had the honor of studying while we organized Resistance operations versus the Putin regime and the Russian invasion of Ukraine from Warsaw.

     As previously noted, the sabre is sharp along the curving front and a third of the way down the back, meaning one can attack from any angle and at any distance. Actual battle sabres differ from competition fencing in being far heavier and less flexible, meaning one must conserve angular momentum and strike through targets, seeking a beheading or gutting hit, instead of tap tap tapping for points or recovering to guard after each strike. This also changes how one parries and ripostes; because in actual combat you must do so in one continuous motion, often circular. It’s the same difference between kendo sparring and use of an actual samurai katana, which like the sabre is a cutting weapon which can also thrust.

     To be clear, these are arts of power as intimidation, subjugation, and dominion through inflicting pain and terror, and freedom won through discipline in embracing it. A fencing saber is a flexible steel whip with which we inflict pain to establish dominance; fencers run at each other and deliver punishing hits that feel like real cuts, a white hot brand so intense it can disrupt consciousness.

      On the first pass I preferred trading hits to counterattack or any defense; why defend and be reactive and controlled when you can teach your enemy to fear you? On the second pass a weak opponent will hesitate, ruled by the pain his flesh remembers, and be lost. If he embraces his pain and is without fear we meet as equals in the second and third engagements, and the game becomes one of chess like multilayered strategies, diversion and surprise, timing, precision, and control through continuous assault and patterns of attack and entrapment which set up a multi-staged opening by making the opponent react in defense to establish habits and expectations of action as norms and misdirection, which one then violates with an unpredictable surprise.

     Regardless of anything else, whoever achieves surprise wins. And one thing more wins fights; not staying down.

      I love saber because it is primarily a contest of will and only secondarily of skill, in which ferocity in attack and willingness to eat pain to achieve victory are decisive, though guile, deception, concealment of intent, and an ability to think moves ahead of one’s opponent improvisationally in a fluid, time compressed, and dynamic situation define greatness in this arena.

     So also with the arts of revolution as both war and political struggle.

     To be beyond control by pain and fear is to be free from subjugation by authority, for who cannot be compelled becomes Unconquered. As Jean Genet said to me when we were trapped by Israeli soldiers in a burning house, moments before we expected to be burned alive having refused to come out and surrender, “When there is no hope, we are free to do impossible things, glorious things.”

     The martial arts which shaped me, and influenced my Eight Principles of War

        I don’t write about martial arts much, for someone who grew up shaped by its practice and has continued to learn whatever I could from anyone at all wherever I have lived, traveled, and fought in over fifty years since I began study, arts tested and refined in Resistance, revolution, wars, and liberation struggle, my whole adult life counting from the summer before I began high school when I hunted police death squads who were hunting abandoned street children through the warrens of Sao Paulo Brazil, at first alone and later as a member of the Matadors founded by the great and terrible Pedro Rodrigues Filho after they rescued me from execution with the words; “You are one of us; come with us. We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.”

     What have I learned in all of this? Herein I set the stage on which my praxis of the Eight Principles is performed by telling the story of how I came to this way of life as revolutionary struggle and resistance to tyranny.

      Here follows the stories of the arts I learned from two teachers over ten years from the age of nine; one Chinese and the other American, Sifu Long and Big Al Moore. There was a third, Joel Hagen with whom I studied Renbukan, whom I now presume to have been one of Donn Draeger’s merry band of scholar-warriors who traveled the world together as a group to learn traditional arts before they vanished and create a universal science of personal combat, but he was also an archeologist and left to work on a Viking longship dig before I entered high school.

     Chinese Kung Fu & Japanese Traditional arts, as taught by the Dragon

       How I met my teacher happened like this; during the first weeks of fifth grade I spent recess at school either playing chess with the Principal or experimenting with the chemistry set in the classroom, which doubtless seemed odd, unfriendly, and aloof to the other children whom I failed to play with. Someone retaliated by putting gum on my seat, which I found insulting, so during the next recess I poured some chemicals marked with the skull and crossbones down the spigot of the drinking faucet, reasoning that water pressure would let them coat and pool in the u-tube just below so that everyone who went for a drink of water after playing would get a dose.

      This is how division, otherness, and disconnectedness escalate into war, and why interdependence, solidarity, and communication can restore the balance of peace when things begin to fall apart. One must cultivate these things to forge membership and belonging, and never allow oneself to be cut out of the herd by exclusion, otherness, or self imposed oppression; join big tent groups, and ones which confer social power. As the line in the film Gladiator goes; “If we stay together, we survive.”

     That afternoon half a dozen kids were outside throwing up, and I felt not triumph but horror, because I realized I could have unintentionally killed everyone. I told my father about it that night. 

    To this my father replied; “You have discovered politics; this is about fear as the basis of human exchange. Most importantly, it is about the use of force.

     Fear is a good servant and a terrible master; those who use it to subjugate others are motivated by fear themselves, and if you can show them you do not fear them they will be afraid of you, because people fear what they cannot control. and you can use it as a lever to win dominance. Fear is a ground of struggle. Fear precedes power. So, whose instrument will it be?

     Fear, power, and the use of social force are balanced with the need to belong. Sometimes its best to do what others do to fit in, but it isn’t always best, and it can be very wrong. Best is to discover what’s best for you, no matter how different that is, and find belonging on your own terms and no one else’s. Even if you have to create that community yourself.

     What you need is a way to confront people directly when you’re upset with them that doesn’t cause more harm than it solves.”

     I embraced this opportunity to learn martial arts with great enthusiasm, and also immediately put my father’s principle of action into practice by telling my classmates, who knew I had something to do with making them throw up in retaliation for the disrespect of putting gum on my chair but not how, I had put a curse on them. Not the use of force, but control through fear grants us power and freedom from control by others.

     From this moment onward I was involved in martial arts, fencing which my father taught, and wilderness survival. Among the martial arts schools I explored the first two of them became lifelong sources and enthusiasms throughout my teenage years, and my teachers mentors and father figures; one was a fifteen minute drive away in the nearest town of Modesto and whom I studied with almost daily for nearly ten years, Albert Moore Senior who taught Ed Parker’s Chinese Kenpo Karate and traditional Jiu Jitsu, which he rebranded as Shou Shu in 1974; the other an hour away in San Francisco’s Chinatown, who is the subject of my essay here regarding the Eight Principles of the Art of War.

      This was 1969 and my father arranged for me to study with a scholar of traditional arts who had just escaped arrest during the Cultural Revolution in China, who also happened to have been among the first students of the Whampoa Military Academy summoned by Sun Yat Sen to Pearl Island on June 16 1924, where he met his lifelong friend and ally Zhou En Lai. He claimed to have captured Beijing with Feng Yuxiang in October 1924, defended Shanghai when Chang Tsung-chang captured it in 1925 with a hundred thousand Cossack and Czarist Russian cavalry, and fought the Japanese since 1937. He had grown up in Shanghai, Hong Kong, and Tokyo before and during World War One with both Chinese kung fu and Japanese traditional arts, multilingual in the Standard Cantonese of Hong Kong, the Wu dialect of Shanghai, later the official Mandarin which he learned during the Northern Expedition of 1926 to 1928 against Tso Lin in Manchuria and other warlords which reunified China, Japanese, and very British English, a useful skill set as a Chinese soldier and intelligence agent during the Second World War who could pass as Japanese, and for over twenty five years tested his arts of war in some of the most ferocious conflicts in human history and witnessed much, of which he told amazing stories. 

     I called him Sifu Long because of a story he told on the day we met, a version of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave; I had been startled by the sudden fluid movement of his enormous shadow, like a flight of silent birds, in the still room of his study through moon gate doors which like a gaping mouth opened into the chasms of darkness of a gorgeous pillared temple illuminated only by the many incense sticks which glowed like eyes of fire. And I asked, “Why is your shadow so huge? And it moves.”

      “Once we were dragons,” he began, “we were vast, without end or beginning, and we filled the universe. But when humans came there was no place for them, and they could not see us all at once; so we became small, lost our greatness, and found ways to share our world. We abandoned eternity and the rapture of the heavens for the stewardship of humankind, who insist on living in boxes from which they refuse to venture out and discover what lies beyond their boundaries.

     But you can see me because your cage has not yet been built, and because we are alike in our powers of vision and illusion, to see the true selves of others and set them free. This suggests possibilities. So I will teach you how to fight as you wish, but also how to grow beyond your limits and find your greatness.” 

    Form follows function, and the purpose and objective of war is the same as that of any revolutionary or liberation struggle; to seize power from the enemy. Take Their Power is the master strategy which unites the Eight Principles of the art of war as a system of tactics and strategies as I now understand it, within the personal historical context as it was taught to me by Sifu Long. This aligns with the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes, though he didn’t refer to it as Ba Gua from which it deviates greatly, which as a Taoist priest informed and shaped his thinking and mine as well; I do call myself a bringer of Chaos, and Taoism is about leveraging Chaos and change as the adaptive range of a living system just as the ideology of socialism and revolutionary struggle is at its heart about changing the balance of power in the world.

       Regarding the martial arts I was raised with and later taught; first there were the traditional Chinese and Japanese arts of Sifu Long, taught as he had learned them since the 1920’s, and unified by Zen practice and the game of go. The Japanese component included kenjutsu and its sparring form kendo, jiu jitsu and its sparring form judo, and iaijutsu.

     Sifu Long simply called the Chinese half of these arts kung fu because it literally means “hard work” and wished to describe it as labor performed in solidarity with fellow workers for the common good and in revolutionary struggle as opposed to any kind of elite membership or artifact of high culture. The man was a lifelong personal friend of Zhou En Lai, and since 1931 sometimes an operative of Kang Sheng, head of Chinese Communist Party Intelligence and key ally of Zhou; his kung fu was an art of the people.

     This consisted of the traditional Shaolin Five Animal styles, depicted so well in the telenovela series Kung Fu, and elements of other traditional arts, but revised and adapted for use in military combat with an emphasis on small unit tactics, escape and evasion, ambush and counter ambush, assassination by stealth, general principles of fire and movement as near universal to all militaries, and mass attack based on the premise that if you are unarmed, you are on a mission such as infiltration where arms cannot be carried and are being ambushed by a team of captors or assassins.

      This unique premise among martial arts, that personal combat occurs against and often with armed and multiple opponents and comrades trained to fight as a team, rather than a single challenger in a duel or at worst case a melee in a bar, and part of general small unit warfare, special operations, and intelligence, shaped our arts and were adapted to actions which would be familiar to any military Close Quarters Battle team, as Applegate originated it in 1925 in Shanghai from many of the same sources used by Sifu Long and others at Whampoa Military Academy to create a fighting art for the Chinese Army, which has now evolved into Wushu and its sparring form Sanshou. Shanghai in the Roaring Twenties had a community of tournament fighters from Japan, the Philippines, and globally including Europeans as well as Chinese martial artists, who competed and trained with each other, which formed a transcultural basis for revolutionizing traditional kung fu into a new national art.

     Sanshou was invented at Whampoa Military Academy by Chinese martial artists under the direction of Soviet advisors; Wushu from both the Wudang and Shaolin constellations of arts in March 1928 in Nanjing at the founding of the Kuomintang’s Central Wushu Academy under General Zhang Zhijiang, which gathered some four hundred martial artists under the instruction of Fu Zhensong, founder of Fu Style Baguazhang,  Sun Lu-t’ang who founded  Sun-style tʻai chi chʻüan and taught xingyiquan (hsing-i ch’uan), Wu (Hao)-style taijiquan (t’ai chi ch’uan) and baguazhang (pa-kua chang), Yang Chengfu who taught his family Yang-style tʻai chi chʻüan, Wan Laisheng who taught the Shaolin Six Harmonies style, Gu Ruzhang who taught Northern Shaolin or Bak Siu Lum and the Iron Palm method of Qigong with which he had once put down a rampaging circus horse by breaking its spine with an open palm strike, and the warlord of Tianjin Li Jinglin, Vice President of the National Martial Arts Academy, called China’s First Sword, who taught the second major group of arts other than Shaolin, Wudangquan which includes the Wudang straight longsword, taijiquan (t’ai chi ch’uan), xingyiquan (hsing-yi ch’uan) and baguazhang (pa kua chang), and Bajiquan.

      In 1929 a second academy was opened by General Li Jinglin as the Southern Kuoshu Institute with the Five Tigers as teachers, Baguazhang master Fu Chen Sung; Shaolin Iron Palm master Gu Ruzhang; Six Harmony master Wan Laishen; Tan Tui master Li Shanwu; and Chaquan master, Wang Shaozhao.   

     My kung fu contains elements and techniques from many arts, but looks nothing like anything else; being a confluence of sources from all of these traditional arts through Sifu Long and from my other primary teacher Albert Moore Senior, founder of Shou Shu which hybridizes the Chin Family kung fu he grew up with and arts he learned after serving in World War Two, traditional Judo and Jiu Jitsu, Ed Parker’s Chinese Kenpo Karate, and kung fu learned in Tianjin at what was possibly, judging from the mix of Northern Shaolin tiger, dragon, snake, crane and leopard with inclusion of Mantis which is a source of Wing Chun and paring snake with Mongoose or lateral evasion and whirling attacks, a survival, relative, or offshoot of Li Jinglin’s Kuoshu Institute or one of the Chin Woo academies.

     Big Al’s Shou Shu looks like Kajukenbo with which it shares sources and remained structured around Kenpo techniques; Sifu Long’s kung fu and Japanese arts remained unhybridized and traditional in that sense. Both of my cherished teachers sought to balance Chinese and Japanese arts, in very different ways, and both were fanatical about sparring.

     Improvisation, evasion, movement, redirection of force, ferocity of attack and unpredictable change defined our fighting under Sifu Long’s guidance, driven by military endurance drills and both of my teachers held single and mass attack round robin sparring, bareknuckle light contact fights with only face claws, throat or neck strikes or chokes, or kicks to the knee disallowed. This I did weekly for ten years; the primary objective of our formal techniques was to disrupt and confuse an ambush or escape arrest and capture an enemy’s gun. Among the scenarios I trained for was to walk unarmed into an enemy checkpoint and use diversion and surprise to capture it.

     As I have often said to my students; we have many techniques, but techniques don’t win fights, tactics win fights. Regardless of all else, whoever achieves surprise wins. And I would add two other principles to this. Never Stay Down, no matter what, also wins fights; the capacity to welcome and use pain and fear. And third, solidarity and teamwork are more important than individual skill; who stays together stays alive.

     Beyond martial arts, Sifu Long taught me languages and inkbrush calligraphy, the game of Go of which he wrote a manual for me in Chinese, Japanese, and English, the literatures and methods of the Rinzai school of Zen Buddhism, and those of Taoism as a priest of the Quanzhen Longmen Lineage of the Fung Ying Seen Koon temple in Hong Kong.

      Shou Shu, Al Moore’s rebranded variant of Ed Parker’s Chinese Kenpo Jiu-Jitsu syncretized with elements of Northern Shaolin kung fu    

     Sifu Dragon is not identical with a very different teacher of mine during a nearly contiguous period, Albert Moore Senior, who was a generation younger and an American citizen who spoke no Chinese and to my direct knowledge had no contact with Chinese martial arts other than through me, though his claims of studying in Tianjin after the Second World War seem credible to me, possibly including Chin Woo, Wudang, and Shaolin arts, as I read the history of their influence in his forms and techniques with which I am now directly familiar from other sources among the many styles I have sought out and studied in the decades since.

      I was Big Al’s first student and first junior instructor, his champion in challenge matches, and I taught and managed a school of his in Stockton from the summer of 1975 before my sophomore year of high school; I sometimes slept in a loft above it. There was an old man nearby who played a Chinese lute sometimes, and I would sit on the roof at night in the moonlight above the winding canals of Chinatown, listening.

     As he told it, his story is that he had studied Chin Family kung fu in Oakland California for five years beginning in 1938 with the grandfather of his boyhood friend Jimmy Chin, the Dai Lo Lu Chin.

      The Second World War was also lived differently by my teachers, the elder of whom had already been fighting throughout the warlord period from 1924 for years before the Japanese invasion.

      In 1943 at the age of 16 Mr Moore enlisted in the United States Navy and served as a Gunners Mate. Between the end of the war in 1945 and the expulsion of foreigners from China in 1949, he trained in Tianjin, possibly at a satellite school of the Chin Woo Academy founded by Huo Yuanjia and Chen Qimei in 1910 in Shanghai with Zhao Lianhe of the Shaolin Mizong Style, Eagle Claw master Chen Zizheng, Seven Star Praying Mantis master Luo Guangyu, Xingyiquan master Geng Xiaguang, and Wu Jianquan, the founder of Wu-style taijiquan. 

     Tianjin is also home to Shuai jiao wrestling, and the Wudang group of internal arts Hsing-I, Ba Gua, Qigong, and Tai Chi, and since before the First World War had a tournament fighting community as it had been a city of Ming Dynasty military clans. Also, the city of the 1900 Boxer Rebellion of the Society of Righteous and Harmonious Fists against foreign colonialism, possibly the most famous revolution by an alliance of martial artists other than the Indian Mutiny and the Spartacus Revolt.

      Mr Moore described this academy to me as having teachers of the traditional Shaolin Five Animals, Tiger, Crane, Leopard, Snake, and Dragon, with the Mantis, Mongoose, and Xing Yi Quan’s Eagle-Bear hybrid form. This matches what he taught as Shou Shu or Ways of the Animals after 1974; for the first five years he taught only traditional Jiu Jitsu, its sparring form judo, and Ed Parker’s Chinese Kenpo Karate, which he and his two brothers had learned from Parker and his successors the Tracy brothers, and from their students Steve LaBounty and Richard Lee in the early 1960s. A number of the Shou Shu techniques are exactly the same as in Kenpo, which itself has a complex history originating in Shaolin kung fu interpreted through and blended with Okinawan karate and Japanese Jiu Jitsu and hybridized again with Hung Ga and its central Tiger-Crane Paired Form. 

     It is possible this was all he ever knew, but equally possible that this parallelism results from the common origins of Kenpo and Shou Shu in Shaolin animal styles. Mr Moore was a joy to spar with and a cornucopia of ever-changing challenges; he could shift from one to another style at will, and it was like fighting a whole different person. This ability to achieve surprise by performatively and improvisationally changing the terms of the fight is the whole art of Shou Shu as an integrated system of strategies of which animals are figures and metaphors.

      I don’t know why he never claimed credit for inventing Shou Shu, as Americans generally care nothing for lineage and successorship which is central to Asian ideas of legitimacy and authority, because that’s exactly what he did in 1974, and suddenly without warning in response to changes in Ed Parker’s organization and an opportunity to buy an Al Tracy school which he rebranded.

     One day I was wearing a karate gi and a third degree brown belt, with a Chinese Kenpo Karate Association patch, and the next a Chinese collar jacket with the same belt, and Big Al was calling himself Shifu, a Mandarin version of the Cantonese Sifu or teacher which he had used til then, and what we did Shou Shu, a unique term of his own invention with no history of previous existence, though it could be a mishearing of Kuoshu by a man who spoke not a word of Chinese. Nothing in the five years I had spoken and trained with him, near daily and personally, before suggested any of this. I couldn’t have cared less; what mattered to me was that everything he taught was relentlessly tested in light contact simulations and sparring, and then adapted and personalized to individual student’s strengths.

     Shou Shu retained the legacies of this reinvention as a Japanese karate belt system in a Chinese uniform with reassigned terms and names of techniques. When I asked him about his title Shifu, he shrugged and said “it just means teacher.” Nor did he ever, not once in ten years, ever make claims about being a master of anything; he said he was a Senior Instructor in Jiu Jitsu and Black belt in Chinese Kenpo Karate, and as to whatever he actually learned in China he said; “I never learned the language, so the guys they had teaching different styles, whose names I never knew, would just come and hit me with something, lightly, and I’d do that till I had it memorized.”

     The legitimacy of Shou Shu, with its obviously invented name and an inventor who couldn’t name his teachers in China and clearly wasn’t there long enough to master anything, has often been dismissed as a simple rip off of Ed Parker’s Chinese Kenpo Karate; but the truth is more complex.

     I’m pretty sure he got the characters for “Magic Hands” he used in his patch and business logo from a massage parlor sign. And his tall tales of China during the Second World War were ribald versions of the comic strip Terry and the Pirates; then again, he actually was a World War Two US Navy veteran of the Pacific Theatre, so maybe.

      And the art he synthesized from everything he had learned was brutal, efficient, not a sport and intended to help predict enemy actions and achieve surprise in combat.

     Where did this reimagination of Kenpo as Shou Shu come from? He could have excavated it from the historical layers of revision within Kenpo itself, which had been radically reimagined with every generation since its invention; he could have once again hybridized it with the arts he learned in Tianjin, and he could have learned it from watching and training with myself and other students in our collaborative practice, many of whom were highly skilled in other styles and who were encouraged to constantly reinvent ourselves and our art.

     Kenpo as I learned and practiced it for my first five years of martial arts was a close relative of Hawaiian Kajukenbo, both collaborative efforts by a number of experts in diverse arts originating in “hard style” Okinawan and Japanese arts and moving over time toward “soft style” Chinese influences, through constant testing and reinvention.

     To become a Shou Shu black belt we all had to invent our own signature kata and syllabus of techniques; a unique personal style developed through years of sparring and sharing what we knew and learned with each other. Mine is the Snake style, the art of giving no warning, of ambush and the silent kill, and based on Shao Lin Snake as taught by both my teachers, by Big Al as a paired form of cobra and mongoose, and further refined years later in study at the Snake temple in Georgetown in the Malaysian Sultanate of Penang based on grappling arts of the pit viper.

     This requirement of self creation and uniqueness along with the idea of training as students teaching each other as peers in balance with a traditional student-teacher relationship with a primary model was unique to his system, and a brilliant innovation. Every student was also a peer teacher and learning partner for others.

     Other than Big Al with whom I studied near daily in private lessons, I studied and practiced mainly with a fellow student of Mr Moore’s called The Tiger, a short and massive rhino of a man who was a master of the Tiger style and of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Doyle Isch, from my fifteenth year; he was among those who signed my black belt certificate with Mr Moore. Over a decade later I continued my study of the Tiger as Raja Harimau Silat in Sumatra. 

      Another was The Crane, Jim Clark, a wiry near giant with enormous reach and the balance of a ballet dancer, who began study in 1972, three years after I did, and was Big Al’s chosen successor. Together he and Isch reconstructed a whole art from the Hung Gar Tiger Crane paired form, with myself as their eager student.

     The famous Shou Shu emphasis on mass attack Big Al got from me as a source of contact with kung fu as practiced by the People’s Liberation Army which I leaned from Sifu Dragon who was among its founders, possibly also the idea of his appropriation of Mandarin terms, and restoration of the premises of martial arts as practiced in America from a tournament sport with usefulness in personal defense to its original purpose as survival in a military context.

     My graduation test for my black belt on turning 18 was an Escape and Evasion course, with others to pursue me through a forest after I escaped, whom I divided and ambushed.

     We invented Shou Shu together as an open exchange of ideas and methods between his Kung Fu, jiu jitsu, judo, and Kenpo Karate and my Close Quarters Battle oriented Kung Fu and traditional Zen influenced Japanese martial arts. And not only between he and I, but between us both and many other martial artists from all kinds of traditions; from this praxis was Shou Shu born, and I am one of its many co-creators.

     And this was why I loved him, this embrace of all things as self-invention in a space of free creative play.

     What made Big Al nearly unique in the martial arts world was not the complex layers of history and reinvention his techniques and methods represented, nor the opacity and ambiguity of that history, for these things are near-universal after more than a century of tumultuous change, adaptation, and hybridization of traditional sources, but that he was a mechanical engineer who thought of humans as dynamic systems in motion according to the laws of physics, and applied scientific method and rigor to martial arts in the constant process of rule-breaking and discovery, testing and failure analysis, and adaptation and reimagination.

     Like him I’ve studied what I could where ever I went in the world, and I’ve never found any martial art so totally devoted to questioning, testing, improvising, and personalizing everything as an expression of our own uniqueness as Shou Shu, nor often ones as focused on survival and victory in the most grim and brutal conditions.

The Claws of the Dragon: Kang Sheng-The Evil Genius Behind Mao and His Legacy of Terror in People’s China, John Byron, Robert Pack

December 26 2025 We Hear the Chimes at Midnight, Friends

      Why does the festivity of the Midwinter celebrations, days filled with light and life, feasts, gifts, laughter and the company of family and friends, devolve into darkness and the echoes of the dead?

     As the coals of the Yule fire gutter and wink out, darkness returns; and with it the terror of our nothingness in a universe utterly without any meaning or value other than what we can create, and with the joy of total freedom in such a universe, in which the possibilities of becoming human are without limit.

    Always bound together as negative spaces of each other, fascinans et tremendum, wonder and terror, awe and horror, hope and fear, monstrosity and beauty.

     As I wrote in my post of December 26 2020, America’s Interregnum as a Secular Advent; In darkness we are born and awaken, and to the darkness we return in dreams to find visions with which to create ourselves anew, and this seizure of power and ownership of ourselves is the primary power, which confers freedom and liberates us from subjugation to authority.

     This struggle between the masks that others make for us and those we make for ourselves is the first revolution in which we all must fight. And it finds echoes and reflections throughout the spheres of our relationships, both public and private.

    We dream a new America every four years as a public ritual of transformative rebirth; incubate new selves, forge new futures, and reimagine our possibilities of becoming human.

    We dream a new humankind as we embrace our darkness as a private ritual of healing and self creation; as the world descends into its longest night and emerges in renewal, and we become glorious and transcendent in the illumination of our flaws.

     Throughout the liminal time of America’s Interregnum of Presidents and of reigning ideas of ourselves, designed by our founders as a secular Advent to coincide and mirror the great festival of Midwinter Solstice with which we celebrate our darkness and the triumph of the light with reversals of order, subversions of authority, suspensions of the Forbidden, and Acts of Chaos and Transgression, we break and renew the oaths and bindings of the world and dream new truths of human being, meaning, and value, and once again journey into the unknown in the quest to make them real.

    As written by Jean Genet in Miracle of the Rose; “A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.”

    How can we describe ourselves and the futures we create together if not as works of art? This suggests processes of vision and enactment, principles of change and the exploration of unknowns, and an emergent quality of humankind as works of beauty.

     Of the beauty of our flawed humanity and its use as an instrument of transformation with which to change the balance of power in the world, I have some few brief thoughts which I offer to you here in the hope that you may discover or create a path forward for us all to a shining and brave new world, full of wonders; one which is better than the shadows of our atavistic history which we drag behind us like an invisible reptilian tail.

     Here then is my manifesto of this art, entitled Running Amok: Reimagining Ourselves Through Acts of Chaos and Transgression

    The Brokenness of the world is an immense sea of darkness, against which we have only the light we can give to each other.

    We all need to let our demons out to play now and then. Especially we must dance our demons which represent aspects of ourselves which evoke fear, shame, disgust; the toad that Nietzsche feared he must swallow but could not, and say with Shakespeare’s Prospero of our Caliban; “This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.”

     Embrace your terror and claim your darkness as a seizure of power over the history which disfigures your harmony. Use it as a lever of transformation and rebirth. Dance your demons, as the Tibetan Buddhists do. Bring your nightmares into the light through your art, where you can control them and reverse the power relations of your victimization.

     All true art defiles and exalts.  

     As I wrote in my post of December 26 2022; Illuminated only by the winking psychedelic lights of the Christmas tree, behemoth of memories in the form of ornaments, having walked our wild hills of inky darkness in the pristine snow escorted by a pair of mountain lions who have been hunting here these past few nights, a mug of spiced coffee warming my hands, while puzzling out the functions of a gift from my sister Erin, a Special Operations chronometer, I suddenly realize whose watch this was; her partner Tom’s, who was among the first deaths of the Pandemic. And like reaching into Pandora’s Box of Unknowns, everything shifts and changes.

     Tom’s story begins as an Army Ranger and Lieutenant in Counter-Intelligence stationed in South Korea, and ends with his transfer into Special Operations; his whole 26 year service file since that date is blank, erased as if he had never lived, until decades later he died of covid while stationed in Hong Kong as a federal officer.

      How can we sing of the stories which have been stolen from us?

      As we learn from John Cage in music, Harold Pinter in theatre, and Piet Mondrian in art, it is the blank spaces which define and order meaning; and in history it is the silenced and erased voices to which we must listen most carefully, for here the emptiness speaks to us of secret power and of the key functions and relationships which authority must conceal to maintain its hegemony over us.

     Always pay attention to the man behind the curtain.

      We owe remembrance to the dead, for as George Santayana wrote in The Life of Reason; “Those who forget history are condemned to repeat it”. So also as parrhesia or what Foucault called truth telling, though for the dead we can do nothing, and it is the living who must be avenged.

     To a friend in despair, about to be evicted into homelessness and caretaker of a tyrannical, delusional, and unpredictable father with dementia, whose powerlessness in the face of life disruptive events and systems of unequal power and oppression transform them into a symbol of the human condition embedded in patriarchal and capitalist forces of dehumanization, I have this day written;

     I am so sorry for your situation, my friend, and for our nation which guarantees the right to life but does not provide the preconditions for it; free universal healthcare, shelter, and a basic living stipend for food and material requirements. We will be neither civilized nor truly human until then.

     Until that day dawns, and we are reborn as a United Humankind, I can offer only this; I see you and will remember, I will bear your story onward into the future with others beyond number, and when possible I will avenge you. As one of the Matadors who rescued me from execution by police bounty hunters in Sao Paulo during the summer of 1974 just before I began high school said; “We can’t save everyone, but we can avenge.”

     Are we not the stories we tell about ourselves, to ourselves and to others? Is this not the terror and epigenetic trauma of our history which we must escape, and also our hope for change, rebirth, autonomy through self creation, and the limitless possibilities of becoming human?

     As if my words were a magic spell by which I could reimagine and transform the future and heal the brokenness of the world and the flaws of our humanity.

     Best wishes and solidarity till that day dawns; may you find joy to balance the terror of our nothingness, hope of change in the chaos of life disruptive events and the fracture and collapse of order and its systems of oppression and the elite hegemonies of wealth, power, and privilege, and the victory of becoming Unconquered in refusal to submit to systemic and unanswerable force and control.

     Words are all I have to offer the world, and they are poor medicine against its tragedies and cruelties. Mostly my dreams collapse into nightmares, and I have failed so many people as I fail you now; I could not save Mariupol nor rally the world to her defense, nor Panjshir from conquest by the Taliban, nor the peoples of Israel and Palestine from each other, failures for which countless others have died, whole cities, nations, and a people divided by the legacies of history, and that is only the last two years. Yet sometimes we triumph, we humans, and free ourselves from our history.

     What is important is not to overcome the colossal forces ranged against us and the systems of unequal power in which we are embedded, but to wrestle with them and remain unconquered. To you and all humankind I can offer only this; Resist! Win what control over your circumstances you can, but in resistance we become autonomous and free, self owned and self created; this is our victory, the victory of the broken and the lost, in which we may reclaim ourselves from those who would steal our souls.

      In your circumstances, I urge you to do what may be the most difficult thing for anyone in crisis; reach out for help to others, to every agency and institution at all levels without end, all day every day, until you find help and have what you need to survive now and a plan for the future which will bring wellbeing and happiness. So I hope for us all, without exception, in this cruel world wherein we have been abandoned and betrayed, outcast and disempowered; except by each other, and this is our great power which we must use in liberation struggle to restore to each other our humanity, this solidarity, this redemptive power to see and reflect each other, to remember and to bring a reckoning for systems of unequal and unjust power, to transcend the limits of our form and the divisions of elite belonging and exclusionary otherness weaponized by those who would enslave us, this struggle for the ownership of ourselves.

     Be not ghosts of our past, but hopes for our future.

      May peace be upon us all.

     As I wrote in my post of December 26 2021, Reflections During the After Party; As the festivities of a wonderfully out of control after party swirl around me with raucous and dissonant sounds and the silent hungers, unanswerable pain, and strange desires of our guests press upon me like living brands, I sit among my ghosts, dreaming their dreams, both those they lived and those yet to be realized.

   The chair beside me has been left empty, and a Scotch poured untouched, for my partner Dolly’s father, where we used to sit together and talk at the end of a day, but of the dead which I carry he is far from alone.

    Full of stories of my father and he fighting side by side and growing up together as neighbors since childhood, Gene was, of his brother Bob and the fantastic carnival empire he built from scrap iron during the Depression, of his own father John McKay, Industrial Workers of the World organizer and Socialist Party politician and his great friend Eugene V. Debs, and of his grandfather John Hugh McKay, a teacher kidnapped at Inverness by the British Navy to serve aboard ship, who killed or seriously wounded a British officer in a sword duel at sea and escaped hanging by swimming the St Lawrence River to America.           

     Youngest of eleven siblings and last to die, and my final connection to my father gone over thirty years ago now with both of his brothers, Gene was a friend and a bridge to the past for me, and I hope to our future as well, for though his circumstances had become more grand he never forgot who he was and where he came from, nor whose side he was on.

     He drove the hay wagon through the snow on a day much like today forty-nine years ago, when Dolly and I first kissed as children, a kiss like living fire on my frozen lips, a tidal force which bears me forward still.

    There are in this house tonight all four of his children and their partners, several of his grandchildren, his dog who has claimed me as her companion and slumbers at my feet, and de facto family members including his loyal retainer of many years Jack who continues to work for the family, and neighbor Paul Hamilton who went to high school with Dolly’s brothers and is trailed by the presence of his father Leonard who died of the Pandemic recently, and the ghost of Gene’s wife of over six decades and the mother for whom my partner was named Theresa, all of whom are expressions of Gene’s stories which must now live on through his family.

     And then there are my own ghosts, of whom there are far too many to recount. Here among my ghosts and extensions of myself across time and history are my parents, both of whom were high school English and Forensics teachers and coaches as was I. My mother, who died in February of 2020, on whose shoulders I rode as a child when we seized the Palace of Justice in San Francisco in the peace movement of 1968, whose hand I held on Bloody Thursday, May 15 1969 in People’s Park Berkeley, the most terrible incident of police terror in the history of our nation, and whose conversations with me as a teenager during her studies of psychosomatic muteness from the Soviet medical records and childhood therapy journal of Jerzy Kosinski, which he fictionalized as The Painted Bird, helped direct me to my lifelong project of interrogating the origins of evil.

     So also with my father, who returned to this wilderness where he was raised to spend his final years flyfishing over thirty years ago, who taught me fencing, chess, debate, literature, and never to play someone else’s game but to change the rules and make it mine. He had me memorize the poetry of Eugene V Debs, a legacy of his youth and his friendship with Gene, as well as the tales of the Persian humorist Nasr Ed-Din, as the basis of my rhetoric and improvisational theatre, and held me spellbound as a boy with the stories of his many dueling scars. He made it possible for me to pursue the enthusiasms of my youth, some of which became  transformational as defining moments; found me martial arts teachers at the age of nine, including a man I called the Dragon who became my entrance into the study of languages, and the literature and disciplines of Taoism and Buddhism as well, guided me through my reading of Plato and Nietzsche in eighth grade and through the whole Great Books of the Western World series in high school, sent me on grand wilderness adventures and survival school, trained me to become a champion saber fencer and debater, and provided a home in which he held court like a salon, filled with intellectual discussions and the authors, artists, and counterculture luminaries he collected as a director of underground theatre.

     Not all the lives to which we are connected are anchored to ours through inheritance, for those with whom we share Defining Moments and friendships are also those we have chosen to help us become who we want to be. Thus do we become shadows and negative spaces of each other, facing the world Janus-like as dyadic and interdependent beings. From here, too, do ghosts of memory arise.  

     Of a recent such loss I have written in my post of June 21 2021, The Hope of Humankind: On Becoming Autonomous Zones as Agents of Chaos and Transformative Change; This morning I awoke to a call to identify the body of a friend missing and believed killed in Gaza by Israeli terrorists in the savage street fighting which followed the rocket attacks of last week, which I was unable to do; I searched for my friend in this sad and ruined form, like the skin of a wild thing which has sung itself utterly away, and could recognize nothing.

    Where is my friend, agile, lithe, mercurial, fearless, insightful and quick witted, who always had four scenarios running and three escape routes, who survived against impossible odds through improvisation and leveraging chaos, whose vision could discern true motives within the secret chambers of the human heart and play them like an instrument as songs of rapture and terror, who chameleon-like and protean could shift identities as needed and behind their masks move among her enemies unseen?

      I never knew her true name; perhaps she no longer had one, as is true for so many of us who play the Great Game of futures and the possibilities of becoming human. She first entered my orbit during the victorious struggle of Hamas against al Qaeda for dominion of Gaza in August of 2009 in Rafah, an Egyptian Palestinian drawn into the maelstrom of war like countless others by family duty and vendetta.

    Yet she said no to authority at great peril when she could have said yes and become a slave, stood in solidarity with others when she could have run; this was a choice, one which confers agency, autonomy, and self-ownership as a seizure of power in a limited and deterministic context. Refusal to submit is the primary human act, one which cannot be taken from us, wherein we become Unconquered and free, and able to liberate others.

     So it is that we may escape the wilderness of mirrors in which we wander, a realm of lies and illusions, captured and distorted images, falsification and the theft of the soul. For the authentic self, the image which we seize and claim as our own, flies free of its mad circus of seductions and traps. Hence we achieve our true selves and form, in rapture and exaltation as beings of our own uniqueness.

    Impossible that such grandeur could be reduced to its material form, like the abandoned shell of a fantastic sea creature which has moved on to unknown shores.

     The lines spoken by Hamlet while holding the skull of his friend Yorick came unbidden to my thoughts; “Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?”

     For twelve years you danced with death, and danced away laughing, until today.

     Farewell, my friend; I’ll see you in the eyes of the defiant ones, who bear your fire onward into the unknown, and with it I hope your laughter. Our successors will need both fire and laughter, if the future we win for them is to be equal to its price, and worth living in.

    Such is the witness I bear for the nameless heroes who have placed their lives in the balance with those of the powerless and the dispossessed, the silenced and the erased, and won for us all the chance for a better future.

   I’ve been listening to joyful and triumphant music all day, but it does not speak to me, or for me. This does, the glorious defiance and will to become of Dylan Thomas’ poem Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, the elegiac music of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah and Simon and Garfunkel’s Sounds of Silence, music full of grief, pain, and loneliness; the things which make us human, and possibly which make us beautiful. 

     On such occasions as this, surrounded by feasts and family, I am also surrounded by chasms of darkness, loneliness, disconnection, and the voices and presences of the dead which interpenetrate my flesh with the shadows of their histories, literally in the case of our genetic code as transforms of messages about how to shape ourselves to the material world and its imposed conditions of revolutionary struggle to become human.

     Our Defining Moments remain living within us pristine and entire, outside of time; I am forever crawling in utter darkness through the bloody remains of the dead in a collapsed tunnel in Mariupol filled with the sounds of the dying whom I could not help as Russian bombs shook the earth, endlessly I see two children who have been set on fire by laughing Israeli soldiers run down an alley in Beirut and collapse in blackened puddles of ruin as I pick up a fallen rifle, for all time I am spellbound by the jar of nameless and disembodied eyes on the desk of a leader of death squads in Sarajevo as we played a game of chess for the life of a prisoner.

     Always I am seized from the deck of a ship by a wave in a furious storm off Sumatra and swallowed by endless chasms of darkness, and when I awake on a beach castaway in the Mentawai Islands it is not truly as the same person whom the sea devoured, for each such moment is a transformative death and rebirth which shifts me further from who I was when I began; I bear such marks without number. 

    We are bearers of stories, made of memories and histories which echo back through the numberless unknown lives of our ancestors and others who have shaped us in becoming human, as an unfolding of human intention, reimagination, and poetic vision, prochronisms or histories expressed in our form of how we have solved problems of adaptation like the shells of fantastic sea creatures, songs which reverberate through our lives as epigenetic informing, motivating, and shaping forces which are not unique to us but part of  an immense and incomprehensible wave of the limitless possibilities of becoming human, which can seize us with dreams of being, meaning, and value we ourselves cannot imagine.

     Such is the power of vision as reimagination and transformation, and the nature of our persona and identities as performances in a theatre of which, as Shakespeare teaches us, all the world is a stage. What is important is to ask, whose stage is it? In whose story do we perform our lives? For these questions direct us not to the subjugation to authority of learned helplessness, but to seizures of power and revolutionary struggle.

     How answer we the terrible pronouncement in MacBeth,

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

     How shall we answer the terror of our nothingness and the legacies of our history? I have but one reply; to gather and cherish my trauma and pain, and make something beautiful with it. Thus may we stand against the darkness, and remain unconquered.

    My answer to the suffering of the world is to give voice to the voices which have been stolen from us, the numberless generations of the silenced and the erased.

    Welcome and embrace your pain and the terror of our nothingness as sacred wounds which open us to the pain of others.

     Dance your demons before the stage of the world; go ahead, frighten the horses.

     Forge great beauty from the flaws of your humanity and the brokenness of the world, and wield it as an instrument of reimagination and transformation in glorious change.

     All true art defiles and exalts.

     As I wrote in my post of August 24 2020, The Transformative Power of Art: a Manifesto; The transformative power of art, its ability to reframe our ideas about self and other, to shift boundaries, reassign values, reclaim history and identity from silence, erasure, marginalization, and the authorization of inequalities of power and divisions of exclusionary otherness; these are among the vital functions which make art a primary human and social activity.

     Art precedes politics as a means of changing our civilization and the possibilities of human being, meaning, and value; it represents a power held by autonomous individuals and communities against the tyranny of state force and control. Through our words, images, and performance we can question, mock, expose, and challenge authority and incite, provoke, and disturb others in bringing transformational change to the systems and structures within which we are embedded.

     Art is life, for it involves us personally and directly in processes of adaptive growth and in renegotiation of our social contracts and relationships with others, both personal and political, and informs and motivates the performance of our identities.

     If we are caught in a rigged game, we must change the rules. “Rules are made to be broken” to paraphrase General MacArthur; order destabilized, tradition interrogated, limits transcended, force and control resisted and abandoned, and new truths forged and possibilities discovered.

     Let us seize control of our own narrative and representation, of our memory, history, and identity; let us remain unconquered and be free.

Simon & Garfunkel – The Sounds of Silence

Leonard Cohen – Hallelujah (Live In London)

Michael Sheen performs ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas

Alas, poor Yorick scene in Hamlet

Why I Read King Lear Each Advent: Seeing darkness is as crucial as seeing light.

https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2020/12/why-i-read-king-lear-in-advent/617472/?fbclid=IwAR2v8xGcE8E6Ghf4xh6OE3rTrSK98j_yfFoCWOBCHvTaPxEYxfi94uKvKUo

Against the Illusion of Separateness: Pablo Neruda’s Beautiful and Humanistic Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech

The Life of Reason: Five Volumes in One, by George Santayana

Discourse and Truth: The Problematization of Parrhesia, by Michel Foucault

Wrong-Doing, Truth-Telling: The Function of Avowal in Justice, by Michel Foucault

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13593181-wrong-doing-truth-telling

Silence: Lectures and Writings, by John Cage

The New Art–the New Life: The Collected Writings Of Piet Mondrian, Piet Mondrian, Editors Harry Holtzman, Martin S. James

Understanding Harold Pinter, Ronald Knowles

Everybody In, Nobody Out, article in Counterpunch written by Liz Theoharis                    https://www.counterpunch.org/2022/12/22/everybody-in-nobody-out/

December 25 2025 Victory Or Death: Washington’s Christmas Miracle

     We celebrate Christmas today as a universal secular holiday which has largely shed its historical legacies as a religious festival, like a serpent shedding its skin, or reawakened its ancient origins as a midwinter rite of renewal while accumulating layers of meaning which have now become traditional in our culture; the adornment of a sacrificial tree of life with beautiful decorations which once represented wishes and now confer status as tokens of wealth, the baking of idolatrous Gingerbread Men in mockery of the Biblical prohibition against human images which are eaten as parody of the substitutive sacrifice and ritual cannibalism at the heart of the myth of Christ, the figure of Santa Claus marketed by Coca-Cola but originating as a symbol of the hallucinogenic amanita muscara mushroom in the shamanic rites of the Sami people with their reindeer driven sleighs, feasting and gifts which echo the carnivalesque elements of the cult of Saturn and his proxy the Lord of Misrule, the annual family viewing of a performance of the Nutcracker Ballet which depicts the death of a child as a battle against mice and the journey of the soul through the gates of dreams as an American Book of the Dead, and listening to some of the most beautiful music ever written.

     For myself and in the historical tradition of my family, Christmas Day has another meaning as well, for on this day in 1776 General Washington dreamed an impossible thing and made it real, and in his victory at the Battle of Trenton saved the American Revolution and reclaimed the idea of a free society of equals lost since the Fall of Rome.

     Beyond the peculiarities of its historical stories, Christmas may come to mean one thing more to humankind, as it does for myself and the descendants of those who stood with Washington on that fateful day, or on any of countless other days throughout history and the world wherein a single individual, as flawed as any other, or Band of Brothers, refused to submit to tyranny against impossible odds and in so doing changed the fate of humankind and won the hope of a better future for us all; so long as we remain Unconquered, the possibilities of becoming human are truly limitless.

     On the way to fight a dragon, and seeing it for the first terrible time, Alice remarks to the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton’s beautiful film; “That’s impossible.”

    To which the Hatter says, “Only if you believe it is.”

    “Sometimes, I believe in six impossible things before breakfast.”

     “That is an excellent practice, but just now, you really might want to focus on the Jabberwocky.”

     Just so.

     As I wrote in my post of July 4 2021, What Does Freedom Mean Now?; As we celebrate Independence Day, I offer you a meditation on the contradictions of power, the frailty of order, the illusion of authority, the relativity of truth and the falsification of history in service to power and authority in the form of a story, originally written as a demonstration of Gogol’s method of creating symbols and referential to Ionesco, Kafka, and Akutagawa.

      It also contains a true retelling from my family history of a decisive moment when the fate of humankind hung in the balance, Washington’s crossing of the Delaware on Christmas of 1776, as related to me by my father and to him from his before from the witness of my ancestor, Henry Lale, who fought at his side.

A Declaration of Liberty

     I woke that fateful morning, ready to join the other rhinoceroses on the parade ground, when fussing with the shiny bits on my uniform I chanced to meet my own gaze in the mirror, and to my horror discovered that my horn had gone missing.

      It was a magnificent horn, a horn of vainglorious strutting, of midnight blue and royal purple like the stains of grandeur and of marvelous sins. In its place was this soft monkey nose, useless in butting heads; worse, someone might think it funny, and I’d have to bring the pain- but how to maintain order without a horn?

     It was all the fault of the Devil Weed I had consumed the night before, in an excess of drunken salute to one of the original members of my command, lost in a nameless action in a fight for freedom the world will never know the true history of. Even his name is unknown, an identity assigned upon enlistment; we are the night watch, who hold an invisible line that others may sleep and live in happy ignorance of the chaos and relentless existential threats which surround us.

     Throughout much of my life my nation has been the man to my left and the man to my right, fellow bearers of secrets; maybe I’ve been wrong about that.

     As to the Devil Weed, it was grown from magic seeds, seeds of transformation, change, and renewal handed down, planted & re-harvested every few years, from the hand of George Washington to an ancestor of mine as payment for a wager just after crossing the Delaware on Christmas of 1776 under cover of night and a storm.

     Washington had said, “We’ve eaten all the dogs, burned all the wood, and my balls are frozen to my last bit of lead shot. We can’t cross against the ice floes, and if we stay on this side of the river we die and the Revolution dies with us.”

      And Henry my ancestor said “If you go I’m coming with you, but who will come with us? Do these men have another fight in them? Frozen, starving, too many barefoot in the snow, with one man in three in hospital and unfit for duty? Whoever isn’t drowned or crushed by the ice landing a ten mile night march through ice and snow to the enemy, and then an attack on a fortified garrison with neither powder nor ammunition? I’ll bet you we can’t cross that river and survive, and I’ll buy a night at the best whorehouse in Philadelphia for the whole army if you can pull that off.”

     Everything became still as the attention of the whole camp was riveted.

Washington stood, naked but for a red blanket he had wrapped about himself like a toga, and for long moments met the eyes of his men. “Done, and I’ll give you and every man with us a pouch of George’s Own Devil Weed if we live to celebrate. Starved, frozen, and down to the last bullet, I’ll still take that bet. We are no longer ragged misfits and outcasts begging scraps from our masters feet like dogs; from this moment forward we are not colonial subjects divided against each other by a distant empire but Americans united in our Liberty.”

     There were cheers, but not yet a race to the boats. They really were starving and frozen, and for many the coming fight would be down to the knife and tomahawk. So Washington put in his set of false teeth, the pointy cannibal ones made by the Indians he once lived among who taught him how to fight and how to lead. He grinned his terrible grin, and said, “Imagine the Hessians at Trenton, eating and drinking their way through winter with storehouses full of everything we need, firewood, food, fine boots and woolen uniforms, guns and powder, all waiting for men bold enough to take them. Warm they are, with fat goose and roast beast. I’m coming to dinner with the enemy. Who’s coming with me?”

     And they rose cheering, and followed him into folly and into glory. Victory or Death, Washington’s password at the Battle of Trenton, became our family motto ever after; certainly it described the conditions of the fight, of the Revolution, and of the fragile nature of liberty and America.

     But there were other stories, things no one made a heroic painting of to hang in a national gallery, both of our origins and throughout our history. Sometimes because the cover story is so much better than the truth, as with the abominable and tragic fate of Amelia Earhart, abused and cannibalized by her Japanese captors; and sometimes because the truth is ambiguous and a relativistic multiplicity which depends on who’s telling it, a Rashomon Gate which transforms us as we go through.

      Liberate the Dominican Republic with only a printing press, a radio station, and an airplane to drop leaflets, with the loss of a single foreign national and no American casualties, weighed against the countless deaths of the landing at Inchon? Wonderful. But who can really claim a monster like Trujillo as a friend, as we had for decades before?                  

     Often it is also horrible, something necessary to survival which betrays the ideals and goals we work to achieve and protect, an accommodation with evil.  And it is this last category of secrets which provides leverage for our enemies, propagating outward across time like the leprous tracks of an invisible and malign corruption.

     Our lives have reflected one another, Henry and I, the revolutionary and the secret agent, as in a dark mirror. We cannot escape each other.   

    My ancestor helped win the Revolutionary War and create America; I helped bear the message of that Revolution to unknown shores as a Promethean fire and seeds of transformation, and a Reckoning to those who would enslave us, among many other things.

     The dream of America; a free society of equals, Liberty, Equality, Truth, and Justice, a firewall against tyranny and fascism, a new idea of humankind in which no one is better than any other by reason of birth and the age of inequalities is ended, free from colonialism and empires, from slavery and identitarian nationalisms of blood, faith, and soil, and all the kings and tyrants toppled from their thrones. All too often revolutionary struggle has been corruptive of its own ideals, heroes become tyrants, and Liberation becomes imperial conquest.

     The American Revolution, an anti-colonial struggle against an Empire and the system of aristocracy, and the tidal wave of revolutionary struggles it unleashed to reimagine and transform the world and human being, meaning, and value in thousands of myriads of mutinies and rebellions of the new Humanist order against the old Authoritarian paradigm of church and state, in every corner of the earth and among all its peoples, a glorious Liberation of the infinite possibilities of becoming human.

      A turning of the tides which changed the order of the world, and the consequences of the triumph of liberty over tyranny in the end of the age of kings and the fall of colonial empires, and its echoes in our victory over fascism in the Second World War, the emergence of an American imperial global hegemony and dominion, and the Fall of the Soviet Union. None of these things happened in the way you have been told.

     If I could go back to the beginnings of things, to the Original Lie that founded America as a free society of equals without changing its systems of unequal power and the consequences and events that tipped the balance of the world toward fascism, could all the wrongs that came after be redressed? From the failure to renounce slavery and bring a reckoning to inequalities in the leveling of all social classes and of patriarchy, the centralization of authority to a carceral state of force and control from the Whiskey Rebellion onward, the rise of imperial global dominion and wars for control of strategic resources and the elite hegemony of wealth, power, and privilege, the history of America has been one of the subversion of democracy by forces of unequal power behind the smoke and mirrors of America as a guarantor of democracy and our universal human rights, and a beacon of hope to the world.

     Could we win back our freedom, Truth, Justice, and the American Way, redeem the promise of a free society of equals, and relight the torch of Liberty?   

     So I scribbled a note retiring my captaincy in the Deniable Forces of the secret police, stepping through the mirror into the monkey world and transforming as I had so many times before, though never before alone.

    I had some wrongs to put right.

     And here are some thoughts of mine on the subject of Liberty; Manifesto for Bearers of the Torch of Liberty:

      To all those who like myself prefer to run amok and be ungovernable to the alternative of submission to authority, who align on the side of Prometheus, rebellion, chaos, anarchy, resistance, transgression, revolution, and the frightening of the horses, I offer here a manifesto for bearers of the Torch of Liberty.

      As I wrote in my post of March 28 2019, in the wake of the Christchurch white supremacist terror and the direct threat of a copycat atrocity against our local mosque here in Spokane; I’ve thought about the origins of evil, of violence and power in the relationships between fear, anger, hate, and other negative emotions as illnesses, for a long time now and in many roles and contexts.

     Here are some things I have learned:

     First, the process by which violence operates as a system is the same for all spheres of action and levels of scale; within personal and social contexts and in intimate relationships and families as well as nations and historical civilizations.

     The precondition of violence as hate crime, and of both tyranny and terror,

is overwhelming and generalized fear as shaped by submission to authority.

     Structures and figures of authorized power feed on fear and hate, grow stronger by the cycle of power and violence and the negative emotions and forces of darkness to which they give form and through which they subjugate others.

     We must question, challenge, mock, and subvert authority whenever it comes to claim us. For there is no just authority.

      Victory or Death; so said George Washington at the Battle of Trenton of the Revolution against tyranny and the idea that some persons are by right of birth better than others.

     Victory or Death; so must we ever answer tyrants and those who would enslave us.

     Let us be unconquered, masterless, and free; let us answer tyranny with resistance, control with disbelief and civil disobedience, conformity with transgression, and division with solidarity.

     Let us answer hate with love and fear with our faith in each other; let us reach out across our boundaries and become better than we now are, let us join together and break the chain of lies which binds us through our most atavistic passions to enslavement by authority and addiction to power.

     Let us dethrone authority and abandon power over others for an empowered self-ownership of identity; that we may reinvent how to be human as autonomous individuals, through and for one another in glorious diversity, democracy, and a free society of equals.

    Let us be Bringers of Chaos, joy, transformation, and revolution.

    As written by Heather Cox Richardson in her wonderful daily newsletter of December 19 2021; “These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

     These were the first lines in a pamphlet called The American Crisis that appeared in Philadelphia on December 19, 1776, at a time when the fortunes of the American patriots seemed at an all-time low. Just five months before, the members of the Second Continental Congress had adopted the Declaration of Independence, explaining to the world that “the Representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, Assembled…do…solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved.”

     The nation’s founders went on to explain why it was necessary for them “to dissolve the political bands” which had connected them to the British crown.

     They explained that their vision of human government was different from that of Great Britain. In contrast to the tradition of hereditary monarchy under which the American colonies had been organized, the representatives of the united states on the North American continent believed in a government organized according to the principles of natural law.

     Such a government rested on the “self-evident” concept “that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Governments were created to protect those rights and, rather than deserving loyalty because of tradition, religion, or heritage, they were legitimate only if those they governed consented to them. And the American colonists no longer consented to be governed by the British monarchy. 

     This new vision of human government was an exciting thing to declare in the heat of a Philadelphia summer after a year of skirmishing between the colonial army and British regulars, but by December 1776, enthusiasm for this daring new experiment was ebbing. Shortly after colonials had cheered news of independence in July as local leaders read copies of the Continental Congress’s declaration in meetinghouses and taverns in cities and small towns throughout the colonies, the British moved on General George Washington and the troops in New York City.

     By September, the British had forced Washington and his soldiers to retreat from the city, and after a series of punishing skirmishes across Manhattan Island, by November the Redcoats had pushed the Americans into New Jersey. They chased the colonials all the way across the Delaware River into Pennsylvania.

     By mid-December, it looked bleak for the Continental Army and the revolutionary government it backed. The 5000 soldiers with Washington who were still able to fight were demoralized from their repeated losses and retreats, and since the Continental Congress had kept enlistments short so they would not risk a standing army, many of the men would be free to leave the army at the end of the year, further weakening it.

     As the British troops had taken over New York City and the Continental soldiers had retreated, many of the newly minted Americans outside the army were also having doubts about the whole enterprise of creating a new, independent nation based on the idea that all men were created equal. Then, things got worse: as the American soldiers crossed into Pennsylvania, the Continental Congress abandoned Philadelphia on December 12 out of fear of a British invasion, regrouping in Baltimore (which they complained was dirty and expensive).

      “These are the times that try men’s souls.”

     The author of The American Crisis was Thomas Paine, whose January 1776 pamphlet Common Sense had solidified the colonists’ irritation at the king’s ministers into a rejection of monarchy itself, a rejection not just of King George III, but of all kings. In early 1776, Paine had told the fledgling Americans, many of whom still prayed for a return to the comfortable neglect they had enjoyed from the British government before 1763, that the colonies must form their own independent government.

     Now, he urged them to see the experiment through. He explained that he had been with the troops as they retreated across New Jersey and, describing the march for his readers, told them “that both officers and men, though greatly harassed and fatigued, frequently without rest, covering, or provision, the inevitable consequences of a long retreat, bore it with a manly and martial spirit. All their wishes centered in one, which was, that the country would turn out and help them to drive the enemy back.”

     For that was the crux of it. Paine had no doubt that patriots would create a new nation, eventually, because the cause of human self-determination was just. But how long it took to establish that new nation would depend on how much effort people put into success. “I call not upon a few, but upon all: not on this state or that state, but on every state: up and help us; lay your shoulders to the wheel; better have too much force than too little, when so great an object is at stake,” Paine wrote. “Let it be told to the future world, that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive, that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet and to repulse it.”

     In mid-December, British commander General William Howe had sent most of his soldiers back to New York to spend the winter, leaving garrisons across the river in New Jersey to guard against Washington advancing.

     On Christmas night, having heard that the garrison at Trenton was made up of Hessian auxiliaries who were exhausted and unprepared for an attack, Washington crossed back over the icy Delaware River with 2400 soldiers in a winter storm. They marched nine miles to attack the garrison, the underdressed soldiers suffering from the cold and freezing rain. Reaching Trenton, they surprised the outnumbered Hessians, who fought briefly in the streets before they surrendered.

     The victory at Trenton restored the colonials’ confidence in their cause. Soldiers reenlisted, and in early January, they surprised the British at Princeton, New Jersey, driving them back. The British abandoned their posts in central New Jersey, and by March, the Continental Congress moved back to Philadelphia. Historians credit the Battles of Trenton and Princeton with saving the Revolutionary cause.

     There is no hard proof that Washington had officers read The American Crisis to his troops when it came out six days before the march to Trenton, as some writers have said, but there is little doubt they heard it one way or another. So, too, did those wavering loyalists.

     “Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered,” Paine wrote in that fraught moment, “yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.”

What is to be done? Alice Slays the Jabberwocky:

Common Sense, The Rights of Man and Other Essential Writings

by Thomas Paine, Sidney Hook (Introduction), Jack Fruchtman Jr. (Foreword)

     The pasts we have escaped:

The Man in the High Castle, by Philip K. Dick

(I am relatively certain something like this actually happened, and created Trump’s Fourth Reich)

1632, by Eric Flint  (this is the book I reread to remind myself who we are, we Americans, and what’s worth fighting for)

        Futures we must avoid:

     In Gaza and Mariupol we may scry futures in which loathsome tyrants enact the doctrine of Total War as created by Hitler and Franco and tested at Guernica. This is what the whole world will one day become, if we fail to confront and purge from among us those who would conquer, enslave, and annihilate us; for an Age of Tyrants will first bring our human civilization to ruins, and then bring the extermination of our species.

     In Cecot prison and the ICE terror force we may witness now unfolding in miniature the future the Trump regime of Fourth Reich white supremacist terror and theocratic patriarchal sexual terror, of plutocratic kleptocracy and amoral anti-Humanist abandonment of our parallel and interdependent rights as citizens and universal human rights.

     To counter both internal and external threats, wars of imperial conquest and dominion in genocidal conflicts which leave not a stone standing on a stone and carceral states of force and control, brutal police repression, surveillance, and propaganda, we will need both Resistance and Revolution; war to the knife versus fascist tyranny and by any means necessary as the phrase coined by Sartre in his 1948 play Dirty Hands and made famous by the great Malcolm X goes, but also Revolutionary struggle as the moral regeneration of America and of humankind.   

     The Cecot documentary: what America does in secret as ethnic cleansing. One day we will all live in such an America as Cecot prison, if we do not stand together to find a new path forward.  

      The future we must win:

     Here Be Dragons, for the future is an empty space of unknowns on our maps of becoming human. Each of us must create our own.  

     But how to reimagine and transform ourselves and our ways of being human together?

       Here is one possible future, interrogated in a superb critical review, and some reading lists of futures which I find illuminating.

          As written by Javier Sethness Castro in the Agency website in a review entitled Salvaging the Future: A Review of The Ministry for the Future; “After the basics of food and shelter that we need just as animals, first thing after that: dignity. Everyone needs and deserves this, just as part of being human. And yet this is a very undignified world. And so we struggle. You see how it is (551).

     The Ministry for the Future is Kim Stanley Robinson’s latest contribution to the emerging genre of climate fiction, known as “cli-fi.” Climate fiction is a subset of science fiction, set in the near or distant future, that centers the projected dystopian effects of global warming and the sixth mass extinction on humanity and nature, while exploring creative and utopian ways of salvaging the future of our species, together with that of millions of others.

     As in his other recent speculative works, from Aurora (2015) to New York 2140 (2017), Robinson here draws implicitly on the concept of “disaster communism” developed by the Out of the Woods climate collective—a form of mutual aid that relies on “a kind of bricolage.” Some concrete examples of this bricolage (“work made from available things”), as the collective explains in a 2014 article, include trucks being “repurposed to deliver food to the hungry, retrofitted with electric motors, stripped for parts, and/or used as barricades,” and ships being “scuttled to initiate coral reef formation.” Indeed, in Ministry, Robinson alludes to the repurposing of destroyed container ships as reef beds, and praises Robinson Crusoe for ingeniously “ransack[ing] the wreck of his ship” (229, 367). Thus history—and, by extension, the future—can be remade at the intersection of communal self-organization and the autonomous reconfiguration of existing technologies and infrastructures. As the Out of the Woods collective argues, “the unfolding catastrophe of global warming cannot and will not be stopped” without the “transgressive and transformative mobilization” of disaster communities agitating for a new, post-capitalist global system. As we will see, Robinson’s Ministry is animated by a parallel desire to put an end to the “strip-mining [of] the lifeworld,” and to “help us get to the next world system” (163, 317).

     Compared with most of Robinson’s other twenty-five published works, Ministry is among the closest in time frame to our own. It starts in the mid-2020s, just five years after its publication date. Measured in terms of atmospheric carbon dioxide concentration, the world of Ministry begins at 447 parts per million (as compared to earth’s current level of 417ppm). Unlike Aurora, Red Moon, the Mars trilogy (1992–1996), Galileo’s Dream (2009), or 2312 (2012), the plot in Ministry—with the exception of some lyrical scenes depicting airship flight—is earthbound, focused on terrestrial humanity and nature, rather than interplanetary or interstellar life and travel. Despite this difference, all of Robinson’s cli-fi books share humanistic, ecological, scientific, and historical themes, lessons, and quandaries, and Ministry is no exception. Efforts to address the catastrophic twin threats of a melting polar ice and sea level rise are central to the narratives of Green Earth and Ministry alike.

     Although set centuries apart, and/or in differing parts of the solar system or galaxy, Robinson’s novels commonly feature radically subversive political struggles, journeys of existential discovery and loss, interpersonal romances, explorations of the relationship between humanity and other animals (our “cousins”), historical optimism, an emphasis on human stewardship and unity, and the creative use of science to solve social and ecological problems (502). In this sense, his latest work is no exception.

     A Global Scope

     The Ministry for the Future begins with a shocking illustration of capitalist hell, as Frank May, a young, white US aid worker, witnesses climate devastation firsthand in India, where an estimated twenty million people perish in an unprecedented single heat wave induced by global warming. As the only survivor of the heat wave in a village in the state of Uttar Pradesh, Frank experiences significant trauma and guilt, and goes somewhat mad. In this, he echoes the quixotic crossover of neurodivergence and heroic agency seen in several other of Robinson’s male protagonists, from Saxifrage Russell in the Mars trilogy to Frank Vanderwal in Green Earth and Fred Fredericks in Red Moon.

     At the national level, this catastrophe delegitimizes the ruling Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP), which is voted out in favor of the nascent Avasthana (“Survival”) Party. In turn, the new government switches the Indian energy grid from coal to renewables, and launches thousands of flights to spray aerosols into the stratosphere, in an effort to double the effects of the 1991 eruption of Mount Pinatubo in the Philippines. This unilateral geoengineering scheme effectively cools global temperatures by 1 to 2°F (0.6–1.2°C). Dialectically, this “New India,” a formidable “green power,” promotes land reform, biosphere reserves, “communist organic farm[ing],” the decentralization of power, and a questioning of patriarchy and the caste system (141–42). Thousands of miles away, these sweeping changes resonates in arid California, where the state government recognizes all water as a commons, “blockchaining” it for the purpose of collective accounting and use in the face of sustained drought. This is before an “atmospheric river” destroys Los Angeles, “the [capitalist] world’s dream factory,” and a heat wave ravages the US Southwest, taking the lives of hundreds of thousands (285, 348–49).

     Just prior to the South Asian heat wave, in 2025, the Ministry for the Future is founded as a “subsidiary body” to the Paris Climate Agreement of 2016. Headquartered in Zurich, Switzerland, the ministry is tasked with representing the interests of future generations, as well as the defense of entities that cannot represent themselves, such as nonhuman animals and ecosystems. Much like the US National Science Foundation (NSF) featured in Green Earth, this ministry is led by cutting-edge, clear-minded scientists; it is distinguished, however, by its international and global scope, as well as its use of artificial intelligence (AI). Part of its mission involves the identification and prosecution of climate and environmental criminals across the globe. Initially, the ministry utilizes legalistic methods to pursue these offenders, but, after a late night confrontation between the deranged Frank and the ministry’s Irish director, Mary Murphy (whom he kidnaps and harangues), decides to quietly support a black ops wing headed by the Nepali Badim Bahadur. The parallel organization, which may be the same as the “Children of Kali” group, and other underground cells, execute weapons manufacturers, disrupt the World Economic Forum at Davos, destroy airliners, sink container ships, and purposely infect cattle herds to prevent their consumption, all as part of the “War for the Earth.” Soon, the Children of Kali are joined by Gaia’s Shock Troops, along with fictionalizations of the real-world Defenders of Mother Earth and Earth First!

     Under Bahadur’s direction, the ministry, led by Mary Murphy, not only pursues covert campaigns, but also develops two major proposals to save the world from the menaces of ecocide and militarism: First, it aims to appeal to the central banks of the most powerful states to stimulate decarbonization by replacing the dollar with a new global currency called “carboni.” This new currency is backed, in turn, by long-term bonds and applied in conjunction with progressive carbon taxes, intended to incentivize survival. But it is only after popular occupations of Paris and Beijing, demanding a “kind of commons that was post-capitalist,” and “millions [coming out to] the streets,” transferring their savings to credit unions, and launching a debt strike after the climatic destruction of LA, that the “useless” bankers and “corrupt” lawmakers feel compelled to take steps to adopt “carbon quantitative easing” and remove the profit motive from the fossil fuel industry (214, 252, 344). Second, to slow down the retreat of polar sea ice (and similar to a plan outlined in Green Earth), the ministry backs a proposal to drill into glaciers and pump their melted remnants back onto the surface for refreezing.

     After Intervention, the “Good Future”

     Once carbon taxes and the carboni currency have been introduced in Ministry’s world, progressive political changes begin to follow. The despotic al-Saud family is overthrown in Arabia, and the interim government pledges to immediately finance the suspension of oil sales and a full transition to solar power through compensation in the form of carboni. Likewise, the “Lula left” makes a roaring comeback in Brazil, stopping the country’s sale of oil and promising to protect and restore the Amazon rain forest, all in response to the newfound incentives created by carboni. The African Union backs the nationalization of all foreign firms, and their transformation into worker cooperatives, as a means of presenting “a united front toward China, [the] World Bank, [and] all outside forces” (324–25, 355).

     In Russia, a democratic opposition movement overwhelms Putin’s regime. Refugees in Europe—overwhelmingly Syrian—are given global citizenship and worldwide freedom of movement. Reacting to the pressures of a “brave new market” on the one hand, and of relentless eco-saboteurs on the other, the transport and energy sectors decarbonize. New container ships are designed, partly with the assistance of AI, integrating a return to sail technology and innovative electric motors that run on solar energy. In line with E. O. Wilson’s proposal for “half of earth” to be set aside for nature, a number of habitat corridors are established in North America, connecting the Yukon with Yellowstone, and Yellowstone with Yosemite, incorporating the Rocky, Olympic, and Cascade Mountain Ranges. In these corridors, hunting is banned, roads are ripped up, and underpasses and overpasses are built to facilitate the safe movement of animal populations.

     Across the globe, communal, national, and regional socio-environmental organizations coalesce to rewild, restore, and regenerate ecosystems and the human social fabric. Atmospheric carbon concentration peaks at 475ppm, then begins a sustained decline (454–55). The British, Russian, and American navies collaborate to support “Project Slowdown,” the systematic pumping of glacial meltwaters, in Antarctica. The Arctic Sea is dyed yellow, to salvage some degree of albedo, or reflection of solar radiation, in light of melted sea ice. Social inequality declines sharply as universal basic income is adopted and land is increasingly converted into commons.

     Rights are extended to nonhuman animals. More and more people shift to cooperative, low-carbon living and plant-based diets, just as communism, participatory economics, workers’ cooperatives, and degrowth emerge as reasonable components of a “Plan B” response to a climate-ravaged world. Frank accompanies Syrian and African refugees, volunteers with mutual aid organization Food Not Bombs, and expresses his love for both Mary and his fellow animals (372–73, 435, 447).

     This alternate future is not free of tragedy, however. Tatiana, the ministry’s “warrior,” is assassinated by a drone, presumably directed by Russians seeking revenge for the ouster of Vladimir Putin—much as the anarchist Arkady Bogdanov and his comrades are firebombed by capitalists toward the end of Red Mars. This leads Mary Murphy to go into hiding, something the revolutionaries on Mars and Chan Qi, the female Chinese dissident in Red Moon, must also do.

     Questions and Critique

     She clutched his arm hard. We will keep going, she said to him in her head—to everyone she knew or had ever known, all those people so tangled inside her, living or dead, we will keep going, she reassured them all (563).

     The Ministry for the Future is an engaging, entertaining, and enlightening read. It presents a hopeful vision of the future, whereby mass civil disobedience and direct action against corporations and governments serve as the necessary levers to institute a scientific, ecological, and humanistic global transition beyond capitalism. The plot features conflicts between the market and the state, and it is obvious where Robinson’s allegiances lie. As Mary declares, in this struggle, “we want the state to win” (357). Paradoxically, as an internationalist and an ecologist, Robinson endorses the “rule of law” as an important means of bringing capital to heel (61). At least for the time being, he believes that money, markets, and banks will themselves need to be involved in the worldwide transition toward social and environmental justice—that is, their own overcoming: “Without that it’s castles in air time, and all will collapse into chaos” (410).

     Undoubtedly, this vision is different than that of anarchism, which foresees bypassing the hopelessly compromised state and overthrowing capitalism directly through the self-organization of the international working classes. Robinson admits his narrative does not advocate “complete revolution,” as left-wing radicals would (380). Rather than advocating the overthrow of the state, he calls for changing the laws. Indeed, in his construction of an alternate future, Robinson defines the Paris Agreement as the “greatest turning point in human history,” and the “birth of a good Anthropocene” (475). Mary Murphy’s ministry seeks to appeal to the same “bank/state combination” that has caused, and continues to perpetrate, the very climate crisis that threatens humanity and the rest of complex life on earth (212).

     To advocate such a statist strategy as a means of salvaging the future, even as an “insider” counterpart to the direct actions carried out by revolutionary “outsiders,” several assumptions must hold—many of them questionable. For instance, Robinson assumes that all countries will adopt the Paris Agreement in good faith; that the ministry would be allowed to come into existence in the first place; that the BJP in India would not only be voted out of power but also accept its electoral defeat peacefully; that Trumpism and the US Republican Party would be out of the picture; that the masses would mobilize radically for socio-environmental justice across the globe and not be brutally repressed, as they were in Mexico City’s Tlatelolco Plaza, Beijing’s Tiananmen Square, Occupied Palestine, Syria, or Myanmar/Burma, to name just a few examples; and that the bankers would consider, much less implement, a new global currency based on one’s contributions to carbon sequestration.

      Of course, it is partly, if not largely, due to the imaginative assumptions and visions elaborated by speculative writers that audiences are so attracted to the genres of science fiction and fantasy. We must not chide Robinson for exercising his utopian imagination, as it has produced so much beautiful and critical art, including Ministry. At the same time, it is fair to question the intersection of philosophical statism and psychic optimism in his cli-fi. Such a constellation, for instance, unfortunately leads Robinson to compliment the organization of the US Navy, and to praise Dengist China as socialist (155, 381–83). An anarchist approach, in contrast, would prioritize the mobilizations, strikes, and other direct actions present in the text, while adopting a more critical and immediately abolitionist stance toward the state and market.

     Conclusion

     The Ministry for the Future continues Robinson’s critically visionary, optimistic, and reconstructive speculative fiction. In narrative form, he explains why we must change the system, and presents us with a panoply of means—revolutionary and reformist alike. He emphasizes the need for a “Plan B” to be developed ahead of time, to sustain the revolution, once it breaks out—much as the martyred Syrian anarchist Omar Aziz believed, and as the Frankfurt School critical theorist Herbert Marcuse’s own tombstone declares: Weitermachen! (“Keep it up!”)

     Compared with the disastrous eco-futures depicted in such sci-fi novels as Aurora or New York 2140, The Ministry for the Future depicts a dynamically utopian story of estrangement, self-discovery, and creative struggle to ensure a better future. In this sense, it is reminiscent of Pacific Edge (1990), the most hopeful of Robinson’s Three Californias trilogy. At its best, Ministry conveys what could be.”

      So for envisioning a future in which we all can live in harmony with nature and each other; how then shall the casting of the bones be read?

      The study of our possible futures is an emergent art and science, which I read in current events through the instruments of literary criticism, history, psychology, and philosophy, a methodology inspired by my teenage reading of Robert G.L. Waite’s foundational analysis of Hitler in The Psychopathic God which with Jerzy Kosinski’s The Painted Bird fixed me on the origin of evil as my field of study.

     As I map out our most probable futures today using iconic works of fiction to interrogate these pathways, I am struck by the ambiguity of much of our futurology; both utopian and dystopian in nuanced complexity and moral relativity, a discovery which both delights and reassures me as the founding and central project of civilization is still with us, that being to question ourselves, our ideas of self and other and of the world and our relationships with it, and how we choose to be human together.

     Dystopian narratives and the Utopian ones they interrogate are important informing and motivating sources of political action and resistance not only because they provide vivid examples of the consequences of submission to tyrannical authority of force and control, and to disengagement from the struggle for the survival of nature and of humankind in the face of monstrous plutocratic devastation and greed, but because they allow us to read ourselves into the story and thereby shape our response as heroes in the story of our lives.

      While the two main types of dystopian fiction, the totalitarian-dystopian genre and the post-apocalyptic genre, may historically have differing sets of themes and ways of handling them with unique references, allusions, and tropes, both allow us to solve adaptational crises by providing scaffolding for thinking through problems as we confront them in real time.

      And the two existential crises we face today, and which will continue to challenge us in all of our tomorrows, are represented by these twin genres of literature and are interdependent and mutually reinforcing; tyranny and the fragility of democracy, and with it threat of our extinction and ecological disaster. We must confront them together as dyadic threats linked by our addiction to power and control as maladaptive responses to our fear of nature.

     To this end of our education and models of direct action in resistance, I direct your attention to a short list of classics of the genre, including only those both worth reading on their merits as classics of world literature and as studies of futures we are overwhelmingly likely to witness as the unfolding of consequences of our choices:

Iggy Pop performs Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

        Dystopian Literature Primary Works

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5129.Brave_New_World?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_30

Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53246181-nineteen-eighty-four?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_35

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13079982-fahrenheit-451?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_10

Woman on the Edge of Time: A Novel, Marge Piercy

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/128765622-woman-on-the-edge-of-time?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_42

A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41817486-a-clockwork-orange?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_35

Childhood’s End, Arthur C. Clarke

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/414999.Childhood_s_End?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_33

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36402034-do-androids-dream-of-electric-sheep?ref=nav_sb_ss_2_52

Blade Runner film trailer

Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/135479.Cat_s_Cradle?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_31

Dawn, Octavia E. Butler

The Drowned World, J.G. Ballard

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16234584-the-drowned-world?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_31

Neuromancer, William Gibson

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6088007-neuromancer?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_27

The Three-Body Problem, Liu Cixin

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20518872-the-three-body-problem?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_33

3 Body Problem Netflix series trailer

Borne, Jeff VanderMeer

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38447.The_Handmaid_s_Tale?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_36

                    Utopian Literature

     As a chiaroscuro of fear and hope, negative spaces which define us and our possibilities of becoming human in coevolution like Escher’s Drawing Hands, I set against this litany of woes the following visions of redemption and transformative change:

     First, the Utopia we all grew up with, which has shaped our ideas of an ideal society in countless ways; Star Trek

1966 Intro

Original Series on Paramount- all of the many show series are worth watching

https://www.paramountplus.com/shows/star_trek/

     Second only to Star Trek, the New Camelot we can still win; Gini Koch’s Aliens Series, available once again from Ginger Blue Publishing. A most profoundly human vision of an inclusive and diverse society and a poetic vision of the White House as it should be, hilarious, engaging, and intricately plotted like the complications of a fine Swiss watch, and a massive Proustian tribute to comic and sci fi fandom.   

https://www.ginikoch.com/bookstore.htm

The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia, Ursula K. Le Guin

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13651.The_Dispossessed

The Ministry For the Future, Kim Stanley Robinson

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50998056-the-ministry-for-the-future?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_49

Ecotopia, Richard Calenbach

Dune, Frank Herbert

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44767458-dune

     May we all dream better dreams, and build of our tomorrows better brave new worlds. 

               Secondary Works: History and Criticism

Searching for Utopia: The History of an Idea, Gregory Claeys

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9737910-searching-for-utopia

Dystopia: A Natural History, Gregory Claeys

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31521476-dystopia

                       References

The Origins of Totalitarianism, Hannah Arendt

The Psychopathic God, Robert G.L. Waite

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/500773.The_Psychopathic_God?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_20

The Painted Bird, Jerzy Kosiński                     

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18452.The_Painted_Bird?ref=nav_sb_ss_1_16

The Free World: Art and Thought in the Cold War, Louis Menand

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53317422-the-free-world?ref=rae_3

https://jacobin.com/2020/10/kim-stanley-robinson-ministry-future-science-fiction?fbclid=IwAR3lY9Rzs0nIte0mOLNAMztAH7_vEXeebZKQPatR_5XMOhEVGG3Ipsy8Rj4

https://www.anarchistagency.com/critical-voices/javier-sethness-castro-salvaging-the-future-a-review-of-the-ministry-for-the-future/?fbclid=IwAR1Hm4YUl2osN_Rqrv2cUMFeaw65BEgMiSrKBSVDod2B-4ngdgPK2vUiiA

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Borne Series, by Jeff VanderMeer

https://www.goodreads.com/series/221766-borne

The New Annotated Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Leslie S. Klinger (Goodreads Author) (Editor), Guillermo del Toro (Introduction), Anne K. Mellor (Afterword)

Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson, by Camille Paglia

Free Women, Free Men: Sex, Gender, Feminism, by Camille Paglia

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30351044-free-women-free-men

The Birth of Tragedy / The Case of Wagner, by Friedrich Nietzsche

History of Beauty, by Umberto Eco

                                  Modern American Science Fiction

     The great novels of speculative fiction are numberless as the stars, and this brief list of prima materia from which to cast the bones of our futures doubtlessly leaves out some of the finest works humankind has yet created.  

    Here follows an expansion of such, not limited to utopian/dystopian works, which I compiled originally in 1982 when I began teaching, and continually updated since, as a choice reading list to compliment the Authorized Version of our canon of literature, always nothing less than an authorized set of identities, for students in my high school English classes. Jay’s Revised Canon of Literature as I called it grew to over twenty lists of national literatures plus Moden American Literature, including Modern American Science Fiction.

      Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, The Man in the High Castle, The Minority Report,  Lies, Inc., Ubik, A Scanner Darkly, Valis, The Divine Invasion, The Transmigration of Timothy Archer, The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick, Philip K. Dick

Mind in Motion: the fiction of Philip K. Dick, Patricia Warrick

     The Third Bear, City of Saints and Madmen, The Day Dali Died,  Secret Life , The Ambergris Trilogy ( City of Saints and Madmen, Shriek: an afterword,  & Finch), Dradin in Love: A Tale of Elsewhen & Otherwhere, The Surgeon’s Tale, Komodo, The Southern Reach Trilogy (Annihilation, Authority, & Acceptance), Borne. Monstrous Creatures: Explorations of Fantasy Through Essays, Articles and Reviews, Dead Astronauts, Jeff Vander Meer

         The Left Hand of Darkness, The Lathe of Heaven, The Dispossessed, Ursula K. LeGuin

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness (Bloom’s Modern Critical Interpretations) Harold Bloom

     Ring of Fire series, Eric Flint (1632 is the book that reminded me who we are, and what’s worth fighting for)

     The Deep, Beasts, Engine Summer, Aegypt, Great Work of Time, Love and Sleep, Antiquities, John Crowley

         Wild Cards Series, George R.R. Martin                              

         Intervention, Jack the Bodiless, Diamond Mask, Magnificat, Julian May

        The Maker of Universes, Philip Jose Farmer

        Creatures of Light and Darkness, Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny

        The Gods Themselves, Isaac Asimov

        Dune series, Frank Herbert

        Venus Plus X, Godbody, Theodore Sturgeon

        Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

` Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (Bloom’s Modern Critical Interpretations) Harold Bloom Editor

    Vorkosigan Saga, Lois McMaster Bujold

   Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy, Illuminatus Trilogy, Robert Anton Wilson

   Mindswap, Dimension of Miracles, Options, Compton Divided, The Tenth Victim, Robert Sheckley

    Babel-17, The Einstein Intersection. Samuel Delaney

    Gibbon’s Decline and Fall, The Fresco, The Visitor, The Companions, The Margarets, Sherri S. Tepper

    Eight Worlds Series (The Ophiuchi Hotline, Steel Beach, The Golden Globe, Irontown Blues), Thunder and Lightning Series (Red Thunder, Red Lightning, Rolling Thunder, Dark Lightning) The Persistence of Vision, Good-bye Robinson Crusoe and Other Stories, John Varley

     Hawksbill Station, Across a Billion Years,  A Time of Changes, Dying Inside, The Stochastic Man, The Face of the Waters, Kingdoms of the Wall , Sailing to Byzantium, Majpoor series, Robert Silverberg

     Native Tongue Trilogy (Native Tongue, The Judas Rose, Earthsong), Suzette Haden Elgin

     The Essential Ellison: a 50-Year Retrospective Revised & Expanded, Harlan Ellison, eds Dowling, Delap, and Lamont

     Lyonesse Trilogy (Suldrun’s Garden, The Green Pearl, Madouc) The Languages of Pao, Jack Vance

     The Boat of a Milliion Years, A Midsummer Tempest, Poul Anderson

     Book of the New Sun series (The Shadow of the Torturer , The Claw of the Conciliator ,  The Sword of the Lictor ,The Citadel of the Autarch , and a coda, The Urth of the New Sun), The Book of the Long Sun series ( Nightside the Long Sun , Lake of the Long Sun , Caldé of the Long Sun , and Exodus From the Long Sun), The Book of the Short Sun series ( On Blue’s Waters, In Green’s Jungles  and Return to the Whorl) Gene Wolfe

     Aliens series, Gini Koch

     Blood Music, The Forge of God, Anvil of Sars, Darwin’s Radio, Darwin’s Children, Queen of Angels, Slant, Heads, Moving Mars, City at the End of Time, Greg Bear

     Song of Kali, Hyperion Cantos series (Hyperion, The Fall of Hyperion, Endymion, The Rise of Endymion) Ilium, Olympos, Dan Simmons

     R. A. Lafferty: The Collected Short Fiction (The Man Who Made Models Volume 1, The Man With the Aura Volume 2, The Man Underneath Volume 3,

The Man With The Speckled Eyes Volume 4) The Devil is Dead trilogy (Archipelago, The Devil is Dead, More Than Melchisedech- consists of Tales of Chicago, Tales of Midnight, & Argo), Sinbad: the Thirteenth Voyage, R.A. Lafferty

     Honor Harrington series, David Weber

     Chanur series: (The Pride of Chanur, Chanur’s Venture, The Kif Strike Back, Chanur’s Homecoming, Chanur’s Legacy), The Faded Sun Series: (Kesrith, 

Shon’jir, Kutath), Foreigner series, Merovingen Nights Series: (Angel with the Sword, Festival Moon, Fever Season, Troubled Waters, Smuggler’s Gold, Divine Right, Flood Tide, Endgame), Faery Moon, Russian Stories series: (Rusalka, Chernevog, Yvgenie), Fortress series, C.J. Cherryh

     The Lost Fleet series, Jack Campbell

    The Sprawl Trilogy (Neuromancer, Count Zero, & Mona Lisa Overdrive), The Bridge Trilogy (Virtual Light, Idoru, & All Tomorrow’s Parties) the political-spy thriller trilogy  (Pattern Recognition, Spook County, & Zero History), The Difference Engine, The Peripheral, Agency, William Gibson

    Ascendancies: The Best of Bruce Sterling, Holy Fire, Zeitgeist, Islands in the Net, Schismatrix Plus, Pirate Utopia, Bruce Sterling

 The Ministry for the Future, Kim Stanley Robinson      

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