Victory is ours

We will be the victors in the end. And I'll tell you how I know that.

They have their police with riot helmets, tactical vests, guns, tear gas, pepper spray, rubber bullets, LRADs, fire trucks, hand cuffs, batons, strips, cages, armoured cars. They take away our cameras, they bludgeon us, they gas us, they arrest us, they threaten us, the smear us in their own media and they attack us every time we speak our minds.

We have nothing. Nothing besides our lack of fear, of what they do to us.

That's right.

They are the ones with all the weapons, the uniforms and protection. They are the violent and aggressive ones, and they are afraid of us. Why else would they use violence?

In Denmark, december 2009, they arrested nearly a thousand peaceful protesters, in clear violation of the universal declaration of human rights, and all standards of democracy. Didn't scare anyone. The next day the protests were back on. Again the police attacked the protesters, again for no reason. Day three now, and protests are still going on, and they are still peacefull.

That's why we will win. We are not afraid of them, and once more and more people realize that the authorities live in fear of the common man, they will join us. And the police will be helpless. With all their weapons and armor, the only thing can do is scare us or kill us. And unless you kill us, we won't go away, cos you can't scare us anymore. All we need is patience. I just hope we have time.

Today [heavy on sarcastic parody]

There are a million blogs out there where people write about nothing, that is what the do what they wear. I'm gonna give it a go. Just for the hell of it. They do have thousands of readers, and I have like... four? Or something...

As always I am wearing black BDU pant's. They're very practical, and helped me transport my sick leave note from the doctor's office all the way home. These specific pants were bought at H&M's here in Oslo, and they are really comfortable. (For instance they come with button down fly, instead of a zipper.) My feet were of course enclosed in black vegan boots with steel toes, while making this journey. It aint shoes, if it can't crush a skull. That's what I always say. I got them from veganessentials.com. A very good website for people with a conscience.
I am also very pleased with the black hoodie I bought on e-bay the other day. It has a nice Laibach logo and everything. Goes well with my shaved head and face. The logo is printed on in some plastic material, in silver and white, and appears sturdy. The hoodie itself is very comfortable, and fits like a glove. (A roomy glove that is, it is XL). And it makes me look very manly, or so I hear.

My outfit is not only perfectly color coordinated, but a fashion statement that says something very real about the modern day urban anarchist. It's militant, it's warm and very comfy.

Did I mention I quit my job today?

So come on, lay me down with a million readers. Make me Perez Hilton!

I was right, and you were wrong.

I have been known to be critical of the decision to award Obama with the peace prize, but this is not about that. This is about all of the people that elected him, and the people all over the world who supported him, and how naive they were.

For a long time it has been known among my friends, that I prefer the republicans over the democrats any day. Just like I rooted for McCain (not Palin though) in this last election. People have a hard time understanding this given my political stance. I am hardly a republican, to say the least.

However, I don't trust the democrats, and I certainly don't see them as furthering my world. I don't see the real difference between the two parties in any other way than that I know where I have the republicans, and I know that people aren't fooled by them. People are certainly fooled by the democrats though.

Obama spent most of his campaign talking about change, and how he was gonna end the wars and shut down Guantanamo. And I said: "No he's not." I expected him to do just what all other democrats had done before him. Fight wars, take less international responsibility and increase military engagement abroad. And he did.

I may be a cynic, but I was correct.

Obama has not been able to shut down Guantanamo.
Obama has increased the number of troops engaged in combat to a level far above anything Bush ever did.
Obama has not set a date for withdrawal, or even clear goals for the war effort in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Obama has filled his cabinet with people from the Clinton administration, just like I said he would.
Obama has made no serious efforts at real diplomacy or consolidation. He has proven (with regards to Iran in particular) that diplomacy is synonymous with threats to americans. "You do as we want, or we punish you."

Like I said: I may be a cynic, but I was correct. And I want to state once and for all. You cannot trust democrats. Traditionally they have been more aggressive, less willing to take responsibility for their actions and just as arrogant as the republicans. Kennedy invaded Cuba, increased military presence in Vietnam, Clinton involved the US in more conflicts than one can count. Some of the more well known actions were: bombing Iraq every day for eight years, bombing Sudan, bombing Serbia and firing rockets into Afghanistan. (Much good that did.) The only president that has ever used nuclear weapons in a conflict was a democrat. The list goes on. And still people say that the democrats are so fantastic and humane. I don't get it.

I know, I am anarchist, and to many of you that means I should just shut up about this stuff. I will never be pleased with any president anyway. Granted, this is true. But I still predicted Obamas foreign policy better than any of you. You all believed him when he said he would shut down guantanamo or bring the troops home.

Well. He's sent more troops, and 2009 has seen more dead US troops than any year under Bush. As well as more drone attacks and further escalation of the conflict into pakistan.

I was right. You should admit it. And I get to say:

I TOLD YOU SO!

Coca Cola utilizing B-52's to distribute "wealth"?

Coca Cola has a new christmas commercial out. You know what they're like. Holidays are coming and smiling faces and lights and shit. And that terrible truck with all the bulbs. It uses more electricity than a medium sized african country, very american. Anyways. At the very end of the commercial, there's this plane flying over an unidentified part of the world, chucking packages out of the door. Down on the ground we see a pattern of lights form the words "IT'S X-MAS".

You can watch it for yourself.


Now, I can't be the only one who spots the irony of this. American people drop stuff from planes, and the ground lights up. That looks oddly familiar somehow...







I knew I had seen something like that before...

Alexandros Grigoropoulos

One year ago today Alexandros Grigoropoulos was murdered by greek Police. May he rest in peace, and may his death serve to remind us that there is no justice in this world, except the one we create for our selves.

The media may call it riots, even protests if they're trying to be objective. I call it well grounded outrage. The authorities and their hooligans can do what they want, and get away with it. And should you even try to demand some form of justice, they'll knock you over the head with a baton, shoot you with rubber bullets or tear gas, chase you like a rabid dog and terrorize you - and then they'll have the nerve to call you a menace to society.

But we know who the killers are in this case.

Hm. Didn't see that coming. Never.

M.A.R.K. 13

One of my favorite films, of all time, regardless of genre and content, is a little beauty we call Hardware. The film was directed by Richard Stanley way back in 1989, and tells the story of a robot and a handful of humans. The robot tries to kill the humans, and vice versa. It sounds familiar, but this is not Terminator. While I love Terminator (the first one, and none of the sequels) Hardware is darker, dirtier, more violent, more aesthetically filmed and twice as arty. Not to mention filled with goth and industrial subculture references.

The film is based on, or atleast inspired by, a short story printed in the british comic book 2000 AD. The story titled Shok! is a spin off from Judge Dredd and concerns a combat robot that runs amock in an urban appartment. This particular robot is a souvenir from a combat between Dredd (with allies) and a large group of combat robots from World War III featured in the storyline the Cursed Earth. Dredd won of course. Like many other stories in 2000 AD. this one is very sketchy and focuses more on morbid humor, with a touch of social critique, than on artistic skills.

The film opens up with a full close up of a womans face, and flashing lights, before we see a bleak desert landscape, filmen with red filter, and even more bleak music by Simon Boswell. A lone figure, clad in post apocalyptic cowboy gear and gasmask uncovers the remains of a robot under the sand. This character, the Zone Tripper, is incidentally played by Carl McCoy from Fields of the Nephilim, one of that bands Richard Stanley had worked with during his carreer making music videos. The Zone Tripper brings the robot parts back to civilization, and sells them to a soldier named Mo. Mo in turn gives them as a christmas present to his girlfriend, the artist Jill (whose face opened the film). She uses the robots head (now painted to resemble an american flag) as the center piece in one of her artworks, and unwittingly allows it to rebuild itself. The rest of the film is mainly artsy mayhem and slaughter with a great deal of hinduistic and christian subtext. Specifically the name of the robot (M.A.R.K. 13) and images of the hindu goddess Kali, whose visage incidentally is reminiscent of the robot itself.

It sounds simple, but in fact the story is suprisingly complex. Especially considering the low budget it was made on, and the rather limited technical possibilities at the time. It's expertly filmed, and the set dressing is impressive. The television screen plays a significant role in the film, displaying scenes of torture, executions and so forth (the footage was supplied by Genesis P-Orridge by the way.) Everything is very ugly, and all the machines look broken down and used. The dressing and design really creates a world you don't want to live in. But one of the elements that really makes the film what it is, is the music. Ministry, Iggy Pop, Public Image Limited, Mötorhead, a piece by Rossini and Boswells aforementioned fantastic score. The way Boswell manages to utilize synthesizer, strings and steel guitar is truly unique. It's violent, cynical and very gritty.

Sadly the film was unavailable for quite a few years and it's only recently been released on DVD. It was worth the waith though. The DVD release also includes the original comic and a few extra scenes. Not to mention the audio commentary.

The film ends on a very pessimistic note. Jill manages to kill the robot, but Mo is killed, along with several other characters. In the very end we find out that mass production of the killer robot is about to be implemented. The robot was just a prototype, and production was halted because of problems with insulation system. However, the radio announces, problems have been sorted out. However, the fact that the robot is unable to tell the difference between enemies and friends seems less interesting. No Flesh Shall be Spared, indeed.

One interesting detail from the film that I have to mention, because it sets it apart from other cyberpunkish apocalypses is the way the robot is killed. In Terminator the robot is stopped by smashing it with a gigantic compacter. Technology to defeat technology. In this film Jill kills the robot by showering it with water, and then beating it to smitherines with a wooden baseball bat. She defeats the machine using very basic, primitive tools - and indeed nature itself. Cool huh?

All in all, it's a magnificent film, and if you haven't seen it yet it's about time. Open your eyes and your ears, and allow the film to seep into every corner of your mind.