26 Feb 2011

Anonymous, J35t3r, Westboro Baptists, and the U.S.A.

For the first time in our history
there is "public" debate
(via newsprint and broadcast news sources)

of ongoing digital warfare, including tactical analysis and strategic operations

complemented via the web universe with

video and image files, twitter accounts, blogs, viruses

and Comment Sections.

Real-time consequences of the War on Terrorism provoked by the Bush Cartel and the attack of September 11, 200and i forget.

Perhaps the Rootkit virus or XerXes attack we suffered that day extends to the fact that our comfort level with "public" exposure to informational security has been completely obliterated by PATRIOT Acts, and HBGary Corporate shills.

But the war rages on.

Maybe the  "Hacktivists" really are as "guilty" as the targets of their shows of force.

Maybe the U.S.A. is attempting to discover the limits of what can be Free instead of the possibilities.

Baba Ram Dass said that hippies create police just as police create hippies.

This would be described as an if/then statement in computer language.

If governments create terrorists than maybe (possibly) terrorists create governments.

Or control them.

This is no jest and if you explore this blog further you will eventually discover that I am a living contradiction of Anonymous

as it is being framed by the public civil society norms of polite middle and upper class U.S.A.
as well as anarchical, spiritual and militant

by nature of the fact  (<~~ does that expression prove a fact as being natural or assume it?)

that I am not hiding who I am.

I want to be heard as badly as the "God Hates Fags" Christians, Wikileakers, J35t3rs, Presidents, King of All Medias, 

as badly as the guys who used box cutters to blow up 4 planes, Global Finance, the Pentagon, some grass in a field of Pennsylvania and countless human lives.

Al TaliQueda or whatever the fuck the goddamn Bush Cartel warmongers are calling them these days.


I want to be heard so badly that I assume any being capable of processing these words wants to be heard as badly as I do.

From my perspective we all do.

This is where I shout from the rooftops my own war on protesting wars on wars.

It has been a long war and these are shaping up to be desperate times.

The Bush Cartel still controls the memes, tropes and surges in the battles for

H <3 arts

and MINES

:/

~J.R.M.

~ stay crispy

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

Hits of the Month

Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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