NOTE: i offer this unfinished, unedited and with no clear direction. at this point it is only a collection of some of my thots on the mayhem in Toronto over the past few days.
good morning G20. you murderous vampires. hope you have enjoyed your vacations. congratulations to the thugs that threw this party. to all their undercover shit disturbers , narcs and Ratfinks, suck a grenade. oh, there has been some entertainment to be sure. enough ultra-violence to keep your dicks hard, good solid television type drama on closed circuit television. who needs pay-per-view when you have live from the streets snuff? women trampled by horses, hippies catching rubble bullets in the teeth
after you’ve flown back to your castles and caves and the ........ have clean the poisoned jizz from the hotel carpets and make sure to dispose of the dead prostitutes left in your wake. it’s a matter of time until evidence of internment camps is found.
ask yourself why have the conference here? what tactical purpose does it serve?
what are they testing?
they could’ve picked docile socialist ski village in europe or some small populaced inaccessable Polynesian island. if you think American politics don’t involve or affect you , that their skirmishes and military conflicts are irrelevant you must have already taken a few too many truncheons to the head. they’re seeing how far they can push this. they’ve successfully proved that you can pacify the masses and make the dissidents fearfull and docile enough to go about their way.
someone thought they would use this event to tell our PM that what he was doing is wrong and illegal/. preach to the converted. these swine work under that principle. it’s like telling a whore that she fucks for a living.
not all cops are bad, some are even human. they just happen to be of the mindlessly obedient thuggish type whose obvious stupidity makes mongoloid baboons scratch their lice infested heads at. but you put that gun on in the morning and stand there with all the manufactured authority that the threat of death creates and you stop being a person to me.
you are an ideology. a concept and practice of violence, bullying and malicious intent. the pretense of serve and protect is long outdated and is likely a mythological conception of bygone years. coppers are the customer service branch of the totalitarian state. just doing their job. which only compounds the guilt. most know better and do it anyway. they stand there blue and strong to give the dissidents a target an identifiable object to focus on while the legislative hocus and truly corrupt pocus happens behind the barricades. a few burned squad cars just as a reminder that you are not welcome. you are following the wrong orders, what just government needs protection more from its own people than from the commie hordes or anarchist factions? you protect the very scum that your friends releatives and public are taught to fear and patrioiticly denounce
legalised gangs. bullies. enforcers.
say nothing
freedom of speech has been repealed.
only free in those forums we are not allowed to join.\
preaching to the converted springs to mind. protestors being pelted by bystanders as pigs wait for retaliation so they can put their truncheons in some peacenik’s skull.
sound cannons, tear gas, tanks and rubber bullets. the standard diet force fed by the state. prison food for the currently mobile and soon to be incapacitated or incarcerated.
elected officials and bloated dignitaries float down upon our cities, lounge rape steal and murder, watching the riot show from penthouse windows taking odds on death toll and number of minorities oppressed .....our rights disappear in the blood and polluted haze.
rain of shit from the heavens.
the media is the terrorist. the only one. working for the company. there is only one. gawd and satan have always been two sides of a coin. but all that latin lawyer speak confused you. you didn’t understand. they serve the same cause. they are and deal in the same currency one needs the bohter to operate. there is no news without war death and controversy and there is no state if the people are afraid and confused enough to believe they need someone to hold their hand thru the night. drumming fear to the beat of the war machine.
it’s a case of semantics. of the seal clubbing victor, writing histories. the official account is nowhere near the truth. ever.
then to onto disseminating the juicier images of hearty protesters cowed and beaten sounds of sniveling, groveling and whimpers cut-in to add to the arousal of victory and to make palpable the futility and dread fear of the situation. hope is a 20th century concept. there will be no revolution no overthrow. not like the old days. the monster is too big.
a terrorist to incumbent forces, is the freedom fighter for the oppressed. guerilla technique is the only avenue left.
(dont use muslim ref/ remind that they arent the only ones/ others been labeled as such thruout hist/ war of insurrection/)
to all that went out and risked limb and perhaps liberty or life to speak their minds, stand up and let not just the politico fuckwads know what they think/ good job./ you shouldn’t have to be afraid of maim, harm or death to communicate you thoughts. and tho its a seemingly unwinnable Sissyphusian battle you tried anyway. it may not have dented the beast’s armor visably but your acts are part of the collective unconscious now. your children and there’s will remember this and will look back into the wheres and the whys/ the me generation is in its death throes, its why they seem so ...... keep at it. we will force change thru sacrifice. thru ideas thru words and shared experience. change will never be the dramatic wall crumbling horn blowing that history tells us they were. life if more immediate now as change and growth become more incremental true core change of nature and life.
woman feels a prisoner in her own home.
attacking the top of a building almost never makes it fall ;) but ruin the foundation......
businesspeople held for questioning. most close down and leave a ghost town while the warpigs gather.
it’s a sad day that i long for Tieneman or Kent State, Chiapas or even that old commie bastard, Castro. he had some balls back in the day. we seemed to be going somewhere. we believed we could accomplish something but as we mature and tyranny adapts those become just that, beliefs.
but the ghosts will not be quited. cars burned..... head cracked. people imprisonned for undiscolosed reasons.
road ways completely cut off.
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