For instance, the World Bank is essentially an American instrument, and the United States is a food-surplus nation threatened with loss of foreign markets for farm products as modernization of European agriculture proceeds. For the World Bank to finance such institutional reforms in developing nations as would lead them toward self-sufficiency on food account would run counter to American interests. U.S. farm surpluses would become unmanageable as the overseas market for U.S. farm products dwindled. Hence, the World Bank prefers perpetuation of world poverty to the development of adequate overseas capacity to feed the peoples of developing countries.

There is a yet more subtle point to be considered. Mineral resources represent diminishing assets. It is in the interest of developing peoples to conserve such assets for their own ultimate use in manufacturing industries, as these develop within the borders of nations rich in raw materials but backward in general development. In the short run such domestic use of mineral resources is not possible because of inadequate industrial capital and consumer markets place. The specter is thus raised that in the long run these countries will find themselves depleted of resources as World Bank programs accelerate the exploitation of their mineral deposits for use by other nations.

The long-term prospect is thus for these countries to be unable to earn foreign exchange on export account sufficient to finance their required food imports. The World Bank has foreseen this. Its proposals for population limitation in these countries is a cold-blooded attempt to extort from them their mineral resources, without assuming responsibility for the sustenance of these peoples once the industrialized West has stripped them of their fuel and mineral deposits.

Consider the alternative, that World Bank loans and technical assistance foster agricultural self-sufficiency among these peoples. Assume substantial success in this endeavor in, say, a decade. Thereafter, exportation of fuels and minerals would become a matter of choice by these peoples, not a necessity. Such export might continue at current levels; it might increase, or it might diminish. The decision to conserve or to dissipate exhaustible resources would be autonomous, a matter of choice by these peoples and their governments, not something imposed upon them from outside. The decision about desirable levels of population also would be a local matter, not something demanded among the terms on which capital resources are obtained from foreign suppliers. The peoples now dependent would escape that trap. This is not intended or desired either by the World Bank or by the government of the United States and its client regimes….

Excessive industrialization in the United States, coupled with increasingly wasteful uses of resources on armaments and on personal luxuries that are essentially trivial in terms of human well-being, makes essential the U.S. exploitation of the developing countries, their resources and peoples. The United States is in deficit on raw-materials account, but is unwilling to limit its industrial expansion correspondingly. It is in surplus on farm products account, but is unwilling to limit its agriculture accordingly. The peoples of developing countries therefore are to be turned into the instrument through which the otherwise untenable U.S. economic process is perpetuated.


Michael Hudson, Super-Imperialism

jp morgan fired him for writing this stuff in the early 70s

The Birth-Controller does not bother about all these things, for the perfectly simple reason that it is not such people that he wants to control. What he wants to control is the populace, and he practically says so. He always insists that a workman has no right to have so many children, or that a slum is perilous because it is producing so many children. The question he dreads is ‘Why has not the workman a better wage? Why has not the slum family a better house?’ His way of escaping from it is to suggest, not a larger house but a smaller family. The landlord or the employer says in his hearty and handsome fashion: 'You really cannot expect me to deprive myself of my money. But I will make a sacrifice, I will deprive myself of your children.’
—  G. K. Chesterton, Social Reform versus Birth Control (1927)
Naming the Seven Billionth Child by Mithu Sengupta
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Photo via The Hindu / Subir Roy

Nargis is surely an unwelcome child, given the grim projections that surrounded the UN Population Fund’s declaration last month, that the world’s population was about to breach seven billion.  Experts have issued sombre warnings of the devastating impact of the growing number of humans on earth. We face a bleak future of environmental distress and scarcity, they say, in which even the basics of food and water will be in short supply.

One wonders why, on October 31st – Halloween, to be precise – the UN did not name a blue-eyed baby boy from Washington, Bonn, Sydney or Toronto as our uncertain world’s symbolic seven billionth? To be sure, this would be politically incorrect, for we live in times when the well-meaning, in their bid to be representative and inclusive, scramble to push women and minorities to the forefront.  But here is an instance where keeping to pedantic liberal pieties has suppressed an honest portrayal of things as they are.

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You know, it will forever piss me off how Malthusianism, the idea that everything is zero sum; that there’s only so much to go around; and that equality would mean austerity, is one of the chief right-wing tactics for destroying empathy for our fellow humans in the public square.

Because that’s what so much of their economic racism relies on, “If they win, you lose.” and everybody fucking plays into that like a patsy, along with their abhorrent foreign “we’ve got to get them before they get us” policy, which has been the root of so many of our sins from the Cold War and the rotting carcass of Cold War Policy.

There’s a reason that the cry of the “grown-up” right winger (Hell, even the milquetoasts who make up the Radical Centrist wing of the Democratic Party) is “That would be nice, but you have to be realistic.” and yet we keep playing into it…

Some thoughts on third world famine.

Disease is a significant, probably primary, limiting factor in human population growth near the tropics. Further north food becomes the limiting factor, since the disease carrying insects are less common. This may be why some societies have developed agriculture and complex legal systems, their primary concern being food over disease. 

So this brings me to the thought. With the introduction of first world medicines, populations in the third world are booming. With that, food becomes a more limiting factor. This is likely the primary cause of third world famines and a major cause of conflict (conflict naturally resulting from a population boom while scarcity becomes more noticeable). I suppose the question becomes “why don’t these people readily adopt advanced agricultural and legal systems (they have, but not to the degree that’s desired or expected),” but that’s another thought. 

I’m generally one to downplay Malthusian concerns with overpopulation, and as the text accompanying this graphic from The Economist notes, we need to take these demographic forecasts “with a bucketload of salt [because] tiny shifts in today’s birth rate extrapolated over 90 years produce huge changes.” Still, a 750-million-person Nigeria, or a Tanzania populated by 300 million, does give at least a little pause for thought. Then again, if given a time machine, I’m sure my nineteenth-century counterpart would have been no less alarmed by the idea of a billion-person India—not even including the 300+ millions more partitioned into Pakistan and Bangladesh. Click here to view the complete set of updated demographic estimates and forecasts from the UN.

Feeding 10 Billion

This is a really nice article from Good about the ongoing debate about how we feed the world’s growing population.

It ends with this:

“Historian Warren Belasco argues in A History of the Future of Food that hunger is newsworthy only when it’s countable, so the recurring debates—biotechnology versus agroecology—have really been battles over which data the sages and oracles use to predict the future of food. Ending hunger is more than just redistributing calories, Belasco says. It’s about questioning the underlying assumption involved with concentrating calories into profitable and wasteful products.

In short, calculations of the total food supply require a comprehensive audit of the global food chain. Production of calories is only the start.

Furthermore, the 3,000-calories-a-day solution comes with cultural assumptions. Think about a school lunch. Chances are it’s made with wheat and corn. And we generally give kids liquid milk instead of cultured yogurts. Those choices aren’t universal.

Until we answer the more qualitative questions—how many people do we feed for how long, with what technology, and with what kind of stability—any population estimates will continue fostering competing visions by the world’s cornucopianists or Malthusian catastrophists.”

2013's Most Undesirable: Jamie Grimes (Lurch, Coalinga,, ex-Drainland)

Part two in our year in review series is from Jamie Grimes.

Jamie is a friend and undesirable from Dublin whom I connected with online a few years back through mutual friends. You most likely know his work with Drainland, who released a few awesome splits and EPs and a CD on Southern Lord between 2010 and 2012. Aside from that however, he previously ran Suburban Mayhem Records (with releases from Sea of Shit, Ash Borer, Drainland, etc.), releases powerelectronics/industrial occasionally under the moniker PRISON, and is currently plodding away with two gnarly new projects: Lurch (a weird, sludgy, atonal sort of noise-rock/hardcore hybrid), and Coalinga (a more grind-oriented approach to being a noise-obsessed weirdo.)

Jamie’s a smart guy, and occasionally interviews other artists and shares his thoughts on horror films, punk.hardcore/metal/noise, and even parenting via his blog and Metal Ireland (there’s considerably less about parenting on Metal Ireland though.) I recommend his essay on “Why the Evil Dead remake doesn’t work,” or his interviews with Deathpille and Urfaust.

Like 2012 before it, 2013 was a largely terrible, stressful year in personal terms that I’m extremely glad to see the back of. There were some small comforts that kept me sane -namely my wife  & daughter, the cat, my friends and bandmates, and occasionally getting the hell away from Dublin.

I probably liked many of the same records you did (My Bloody Valentine, Swans, Pharmakon, Column of Heaven,  Gorguts, Brainbombs,) and a quick survey of the shelves in my house reveals I bought an awful lot of records this year and many of them were in the “very good to excellent” category. If you missed them, I recommend Tile’s “You Had A Friend In Pennsylvania”, True Widow’s “Circumambulation”, the Tribulation and Sinistrous Diabolous lps and anything you can find by Wulkanaz, Slidhr, Lovely Little Girls, The Cosmic Dead, Dott, Cult of Fire, Shifted, Trepaneringsritualen, Raising Holy Sparks, Mohamed, Pornography, Basic House, California X, Joanna Gruesome, Guerilla Toss  and Cultes Des Ghoules. And anything Iron Lung Records, Blackest Ever Black, Terratur Possessions or Diseased Audio put out. I could be here all day just talking about records alone, but here’s a list of mostly other things that made 2013 slightly better for me.

Heavy Days in Doom Town festival, Copenhagen, May 2013:
Wherein Una and I and a bunch of our friends decamped to what felt like the most expensive city in Europe to watch bands, drink beer, admire some beautiful scenery, watch horror movies, and eat massively addictive vegan hotdogs for three days. Hadn’t been to Copenhagen before and it’s a city I’d like to visit again purely to catch some of the stuff we missed this time around. And of course, to make repeat visits to  the Posh Isolation shop, and the Mikkeller bar, both of which caused my wallet to take quite a kicking. The Ungdomshuset was the perfect venue for something like this too I thought, both in terms of size and atmosphere. As far as bands  the standard was generally pretty great - Meth Drinker, Conan, Bell Witch, Moss and  Mournful Congregation were but a few of many highlights, as was watching some of the Irish posse and Lecherous Gaze develop a mutual appreciation over a few beers one of the nights. Still slightly gutted to have missed Hexvessel the night we arrived, and Graves at Sea were fucking atrocious, but no complaints otherwise. We’ll definitely return in the future.

Strange Vice:
I had to include something horror related in this list, obviously. Couldn’t settle on just one film, and I was going to write a little about Grindhouse Dublin or Horrorthon but I was largely unable to attend most of those events this year, so instead I wanted to mention this. Strange Vice is a mail order service based in Scotland that stock a great selection of horror/sleaze/exploitation movies, books, soundtracks and the like. As US postal prices skyrocket, these guys seem to go out of their way to stock hard to find titles and decent labels from across the pond at affordable prices, in addition to having an excellent range of difficult to locate Euro and UK releases too. Any readers of this blog in Ireland or the UK into trash cinema like myself who prefer to have a  physical copy of films you like rather than a download or stream, I’d urge you to support this little endeavour.

 "The Organist"/“Welcome to Nightvale” podcasts:
I spend approximately 2 hours commuting every day so I spend a lot of time listening to music on my phone on a bus. And out of that, a lot of that listening this year was to music I had to review for assorted websites, something I’m glad I won’t be doing in 2014 to be honest. After a while of all this forced listening, I got fed up listening to albums on my commute altogether and  have spent the last quarter of the year just started listening to either Mixcloud mixes or podcasts on my way to work, and in the latter category these two were the two I’ve enjoyed most. “The Organist” is a podcast run by the people behind “the Believer”, a magazine which I’ve seen around but never read and know little about. The show covers art, music, literature and other oddities (ex-cult members and aural illusions two name but two), and normally features a short radio play type introduction that’s always fun. Fascinating and thought provoking in equal measure. “Nightvale” is a long running serial about a  small town populated by hooded figures, scientists and sinister goings on, told in the format of a local radio show. Took a couple of episodes to get into, but once you do it’s very cleverly written and also often very funny. Think Twin Peaks or Buffy The Vampire Slayer by way of Garrison Keiller.

I feel like it has been a very strong year for local underground music of all stripes this year in Ireland, but for me 2013 belonged to Malthusian. These guys spent two years rehearsing, writing, and figuring out exactly what they were doing before breaking cover, and it shows. Their live sets have been utterly intense, the demo was incredible, and overall the quality and attention to detail in the song writing and aesthetic is to the highest standard. Essentially, Malthusian are the death metal band I’ve been waiting for locally for about 20 years. No surprise a couple of pretty big American metal labels have been sniffing around them lately, but just to confirm their integrity they’re staying with the local Invictus label.

Going Swimming:
I was never a strong swimmer and the last time I actually attempted to swim was probably 20 years ago. Myself and the girls were in the Salthill region of Galway city , on the West Coast of Ireland for a week this summer on holidays. It’s about 15 or 20 minutes walk from the city centre, and it’s on a beach. So after a couple of days paddling around I finally gave in and went for a proper dip in the ocean with the other two one afternoon, and it was fucking awesome. I mean, I felt like I’d been kicked in the balls when I got up to my waist for the first few minutes, and I had no stamina, but just floating in the sea and doggy paddling around was wonderful. I’d forgotten how enjoyable it was after not going further than my ankles for two decades. Vaguely related: in spite of my back being fucked by sciatica and not being able to so much as even ollie anymore, I also got back on a skateboard this year for the first time in a bit, and even just rolling around on the bit of concrete outside my house for a bit is another awesome little simple pleasure I’ve rediscovered.

Despise You & a bunch of other bands, London, July 2013:
Important thing you should know here, is that I don’t mosh. Ever. However, about 4 seconds into seeing my favourite hardcore band ever in a sketchy pub in London on an appallingly hot day this summer, I had officially lost my fucking mind and was being battered around like a human pinball, and was so ecstatic I barely felt the boot in the face I got during “No More Feelings” that temporarily knocked my jaw out of place. So yeah, Despise You absolutely delivered. Honorable mention to Lich and I Like Bugs who were also killer on the day, I missed Harrowed and The Afternoon Gentlemen because I was outside drinking ridiculous cider that tasted a bit like toffee.

Moose 23 Custom Electronics:
At the risk of sounding like an advertising pitch, my friend Cian builds noise gear, some of which he uses in his band Wolfbait,  who some of you may have heard. But he also makes these great guitar pedals in his living room and guitarists/ gear nerds should take note. He custom built me two fucking amazing pedals this year that have been put to plenty of use: a distortion called The Grouch and a joint phase and tremolo in one called The Moonraker. Rather than simply clone existing circuits, he puts his own spin on things which I really like. It’s been great to see people picking up on his pedals this past year both locally and internationally and I hope his reputation builds in 2014. Definitely a local business I’m always happy to support.

In Solitude - Sister:
Fuck it, going with this as album of the year. Absolutely perfect record - the bastard offspring of a drunken threesome Mercyful Fate, Fields of The Nephilim and The Doors. “Pallid Hands” was my favourite song this year.

Ted McKeever’s “Miniature Jesus” and “The Extremist” :
2013 will go down as the year I apparently forgot how to read. I don’t know why exactly, but in spite of buying plenty of books this year, I just couldn’t seem to find the time to actually read them, which in retrospect I’m relatively appalled about. What I did read a lot of instead were comics. “Multiple Warheads”, “Revival”, “Tales Designed to Thrizzle”, “Bedlam”, “Satellite Sam” and “Fatale” were big favourites. About to get stuck into “RASL” for the new year, and anything I could get my hands on by Michael DeForge, Johnny Ryan and Josh Simmons went down a treat too. But McKeever is  my main man, and his most recent series was complimented greatly by a decent collected reprint of my favourite series of his. Check them both out.

Local Beers:
Being the Irish member of the Legion Of Aging Grindcore Guys Who Like Fancy Beer (we have chapters in the UK, Canada and America too obviously) I have to include this. Ireland has some great independent/craft brews at the moment, and while few get into the whole area of ridiculous “Doughnut and Cheesecake Flavoured Tripel” type fanciness, there are some great and tasty porters, ales and stouts. The likes of Trouble Brewing, Kinnegar, Galway Bay, Brown Paper Bag Project, Franciscan Well, Dungarvan Brewing Co and Metalman to name but a few are all killing it, there’s some great bars like Against The Grain, the Black Sheep, L Mulligan Grocer and the Porterhouse here in Dublin serving a fine selection of both local and imported craft beers. The Irish Craft Beer Festival wins the award for most ridiculous pissup of the year. Plus, crucially, a lot of supermarkets and convenience stores  are stocking stuff by the little guys right now, which is great too as I’d much rather support these guys than those Guinness fuckers. Should you find yourself in Dublin, I’ll be happy to force a bottle of Dark Arts or a pint of Chameleon Smokescreen Rauchbier down you.

ReturnToSaturn best off records 2013:
  • 1.Ævangelist - Omen Ex Simulacra
  • .Grave Miasma - Odori Sepulcrorum
  • .Bölzer - Aura
  • .Malthusian — MMXIII
  • .Mitochondrion - Antinumerology
  • .Antediluvian - λόγος
  • .The Ruins of Beverast - Blood Vaults - The Blazing Gospel of Heinrich Kramer
  • .Vasaeleth - All Uproarious Darkness
  • .Whirr - Around
  • .Gorguts - Colored Sands
  • .Ulcerate - Vermis
  • .Grave Upheaval - (Sem Titulo)
  • .Portal - Vexovoid
  • .Irkallian Oracle - Grave Ekstasis
  • .Abyssal - Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
  • .Carpe Noctem - In Terra Profugus
  • .Sepulchral Temple - S/T
  • .IMPIOUS BAPTISM - Wrath of the Apex Predator
  • .Sect Pig - Slave Destroyed
  • 20.Inquisition - Obscure Verses For The Multiverse

autisticmimikyuu  asked:

why are mras so obsessed with cuckoldry why cant they be into turning into a lizard or their girlfriend growing huge and swallowing them like normal ppl

Well, I think it’s because so much of their worldview is about not just competition but Malthusian competition, IE There’s only so much to go around, someone has to lose and the losers get destroyed, that it instills that specific paranoia in them that they’re being gotten/taken-advantage-of even though nobody’s playing that game they made up in their own head.

It’s ironic that so many of them are gamers, and yet they don’t recognize that that is the exact behavior that defines what is called a fucking scrublord