crisis of capitalism

we dont fucking need to BUILD more homes for the homeless. the united states, and world as a whole, has enough fucking homes to house all the homeless twice over and this is LIVABLE HOMES.. WE NEED TO ALLOW PEOPLE TO USE EMPTY HOMES THAT NO ONE FUCKING USES BECAUSE EITHER THE FUCKING BANK POSSESSES THEM AND CAN’T SELL THEM OR SOME RICH FUCK CAN’T GET PEOPLE TO RENT IT BECAUSE THE PRICE IS TOO HIGH ETC. we need to eliminate landlords. we need to make housing a fucking human right.

Fanfic (Risingwood): Say It With A Shirt

Another little short scene thing that I’ll never find a place for in an actual fic, but that I still wanted to write.

I can assure you it’s just as stupid as Butter On Rye, if not more so.

You have been warned.

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“Morning, Jon,” Ryan greeted, dropping a kiss on top of Jon’s head.

Jon opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a weak croak. He scowled and opened one of his desk drawers. Ryan raised an eyebrow as he rummaged around inside.

The dark-haired man resurfaced with a triumphant smile on his face, brandishing a shirt that read, I lost my voice.

Ryan blinked.

“And you got that printed on a shirt because…?”

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The Anarchists vs. the Islamic State

Brace Belden before a battle in Syria in November. Courtesy of Brace Belden

By Seth Harp for The Rolling Stone. February 14, 2017 [x]

On the front lines of Syria with the young American radicals fighting ISIS

On the morning of his first battle, Brace Belden was underdressed for the cold and shaky from a bout of traveler’s diarrhea. His Kurdish militia unit was camped out on the front line with ISIS, 30 miles from Raqqa, in Syria. Fighters stood around campfires of gas-soaked trash, boiling water for tea, their only comfort besides tobacco. “I’ve never been so dirty in my life,” Belden recalls. When the time came to roll out, he loaded a clip into his Kalashnikov and climbed into a makeshift battlewagon, a patchwork of tank and truck parts armored with scrap metal and poured concrete. Belden took a selfie inside its rusty cabin and posted it online with the caption “Wow this freakin taxi stinks.”

The rest of the militia piled into an assortment of minivans, garbage trucks and bulldozers, and rode south into territory ISIS had held for more than three years. Belden was manning a swivel-mounted machine gun, the parched landscape barely visible through the rising dust, when he spotted a car packed with explosives revving across the desert toward the Kurdish column. Before he could shoot, an American fighter jet lacerated the sky and an explosion erupted where the car had been, shaking the earth for miles around.

It was November 6th, 2016. The Kurdish militia known as the YPG – a Kurmanji acronym for People’s Protection Units – had commenced a major offensive to liberate the city that serves as the global headquarters for ISIS. The YPG was backed by U.S. air power and fighting alongside a coalition of Arab and Assyrian militias. Also within their ranks, though scantly reported, was a group of about 75 hardcore leftists, anarchists and communists from Europe and America, Belden among them, fighting to defend a socialist enclave roughly the size of Massachusetts.

Belden, who is 27, started tweeting photos of the front shortly after arriving in Syria in October. The first widely shared image showed him crouched in his YPG uniform, wearing thick Buddy Holly glasses, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a stray puppy in one hand and a sniper rifle in the other. “To misquote Celine,” the post read, “when you’re in, you’re in.” He has since amassed 19,000 followers under the handle PissPigGranddad, puzzling the Internet with a combination of leftist invective and scurrilous bro humor. Tweets like “Heading to the Quandil Mountains to lecture the PKK about entitlement reform” are followed by “The dude with the lamb bailed so now we’re fucked for dinner.”

Belden had no military experience before joining the YPG. He lived in San Francisco, where he arranged flowers for a living. Before that, he was a self-described lumpenproletariat, a lowlife punk and petty criminal with a heroin habit who started reading Marx and Lenin seriously in rehab. Once sober, he got involved in leftist causes, marching for tenants’ rights, blocking evictions, protesting police brutality. As he prepared for the Middle East, his girlfriend thought he was going to do humanitarian work. She was “not stoked,” Belden says, to learn that he planned to fight alongside the YPG.

The first phase of the Raqqa offensive was a mission to take Tal Saman, a satellite village of 10,000 people 17 miles north of Raqqa proper. “We pushed up to Tal Saman till we had it surrounded on a half circle,” Belden says, “then we just bombarded the shit out of it.” Refugees poured out of the village, seeking protection behind Kurdish lines. “Hundreds of civilians coming across for days in a row,” Belden says. At night, his unit stayed in whatever building they’d just taken, camped out on rooftops in the excruciating cold. “The first week we were out it was awful,” Belden says. The stepmother of a fellow volunteer from the U.S. had gotten Belden’s number. She kept texting to make sure they were eating enough.

The march on Raqqa slowed to a halt after two weeks, as the YPG consolidated its hold over a string of liberated villages. The YPG controls a region of 4 million people in northern Syria known as Rojava. Its tens of thousands of motivated fighters have been battling ISIS for five years. American as well as French warplanes have been covering their maneuvers with airstrikes for the past two, forcing ISIS off the roads and highways and open desert, and back into the urban strongholds of Mosul and Raqqa. Now, the Kurds are kicking the door down in both cities.

But the YPG is not your typical ethnic or sectarian faction. Its fighters are loyal to an imprisoned guerrilla leader who was once a communist but now espouses the same kind of secular, feminist, anarcho-libertarianism as Noam Chomsky or the activists of Occupy Wall Street. The Kurds are implementing these ideals in Rojava, and that has attracted a ragtag legion of leftist internationals, like Belden, who have come from nearly every continent to help the YPG beat ISIS and establish an anarchist collective amid the rubble of the war – a “stateless democracy” equally opposed to Islamic fundamentalism and capitalist modernity. They call it the Rojava Revolution, and they want you.

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Ci sono dei momenti in cui ho paura di impazzire, altri in cui non respiro.
Dei giorni in cui mi da fastidio tutto e dei giorni in cui ho bisogno di qualcosa ma non so di cosa.
Ci sono dei pensieri che non so mandare via, che invadono la mia testa, e si intrufolano in momenti in cui non c'entrano nulla.
A volte vorrei strapparmi la pelle di dosso poiché il mio corpo sembra non appartenermi.
Non ne parlo mai, nessuno capirebbe.
Se ragiono in un certo modo, se sento in un certo modo e agisco in determinati modi non è perché “la faccio tragica” e di certo non basta un “rilassati” per sistemare tutto.
Ho dei disturbi mentali.
È questa la verità.
Se non capite non dovete sforzarvi di capire, semplicemente:
Lasciatemi in pace e non dite nulla.


December 16 2015 - Members of a Greek anarchist group called “Rubicon” attack the offices of Teiresias, a company that registers all Greeks with mortgages for the Greek banks and is instrumental in taking sanctions against and evicting home-owners when they are unable to pay their mortgages due to the crisis, while the banks themselves get bailed out. [video]