Tuesday, November 18, 2014

About any given fairly good television series or film

  The story is okay, but it's not great, like it could and should be. It feels very much like they are doing it with their hands tied behind their back.
  And mind you, here we are talking about the top shelf currently available.
  Most movies or TV-series produced by mainstream media or production companies have more than a childish, immature taint ruining the story. They can be quite violent, but are still immature as hell.
  With a little funding and not that much either I or anyone with a strong desire to move beyond the mundane and censored storytelling dominating today could easily do better. We wouldn't even have to struggle that much.
  There are two forces in play here, two sides of the same coin, really. It’s capitalism/commercialism and that we are in truth living in a tyranny, a society where «unpleasant» thoughts and acts are generally avoided, censored and even persecuted, both because of general oppression and the dominant presence of religion.
  So, we mostly get flat, mainstream stories without much passion, variety and daring.
  When something today is called «good fun and innocent entertainment» or similar it usually isn't that at all, but on the contrary something very sinister, an inherent propaganda distracting us from what we should focus on.
  Why is the world filled with silly love songs, for instance? Those in charge want it that way.
  People are offended by anything these days, and that helps those in charge.

  I mostly get offended by people being offended.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Another painfully obvious wrong question - about anarchism

  «But has there ever been a working anarchist society anywhere», a given eager clueless and ignorant supporter of today’s oppressive society «asks».

  Implicit in the «question» is that that person doesn't believe there is or has been. It isn't truly a question at all. The person stating it isn't curious, doesn't want the answer, but is happy to continue in the mire of the total ignorance his or her life has become. It’s a «debate» technique on his or her part, a proven successful effort in order to to silence the anarchist or any other radical in question.
  This short, woefully incomplete and slanted list at Wikipedia should convince you how utterly ridiculous your stance is. Yes, yours…
  A giant set of brainwashing techniques is used on all people today by an oppressive society, resulting in a sort of automatic «thinking»/response making most people defend their oppressors and the world they have created and is creating.
  The current local, national and global human society is certainly not working, but has long since become a disaster in progress.
  Anarchism and in particular green anarchism or primitivism is the last prevailing ideology. There have been quite a few such truly great societies during human history. They have mostly folded due to external pressure, not internal. The societies in current Spain previous to its civil war are valid examples. The rest of the world did anything it possibly could in order to end those.
  But as with many great things: the original truly just communities were those of the pre-agriculture nomadic hunter-gatherer tribes, where there was basically no hierarchy, and certainly no strongman leader, like the modern deception/propaganda claims.
  «The most potent weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.» Steve Biko

  Reading the articles revealed by clicking on the links is essential for further understanding.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Surveillance and those supporting it

  It doesn't matter whether or not surveillance on the bus, on the streets or anywhere «works», since the «cure», if anyone should happen to think there is a need for one is far worse than the «disease».
  One can always find a «good» argument in order to justify any oppression. It is so very important, even crucial to liberate oneself from the automatic thinking/response the oppressors have taught us. If one is in favor of surveillance, for instance one supports the oppressors, it is that simple.
  Surveillance, like many other things in today’s society isn't there «for our protection», as they claim, but for theirs.

  Only easily fooled and order-oriented people accept surveillance.

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Everything now

  I have not liked and even occasionally downright disliked most of Christopher Nolan’s previous films. Inception and the Dark Knight trilogy were just plain awful.
  Interstellar, however, is clearly his best, by far and quite the engaging and also original movie. It isn't like I was jumping in joy when it ended, but I did enjoy it, and I was eventually also engaged in the story.
  Also due to the fact that I've taught myself complex storytelling and that I, in several of my novels also use the quirks of time as an important part, I realized not long after the issue was introduced that he was the ghost speaking to his daughter and to himself and that the he would eventually end up in the black hole mentioned fairly early in the movie. But me, a seasoned author guessing the plot doesn't make it predictable.
  There are weak, very weak points, among them early scenes with Matthew McConaughey with his daughter in the story, and Anne Hathaway and McConaughey together where it seems like they can’t act, which is clearly erroneous, and Nolan clearly must be blamed for and as if all the faults with his previous films are and will be repeated. It improves eventually though, and the last half hour after the near destruction of the space ship is a pleasure to experience.
  I like it. The pretty, shallow visuals from Inception are almost completely gone. This is something as rare as a gritty science fiction movie. The human factor dominates the story, doing so almost too much. The originality and the scope of it all, its epic feel makes it a far cry from the current typical empty-headed Hollywood trash.
  When directors have made quite a few commercial successes in a row in the Hollywood system, they are usually allowed to make a movie with less interference from a given studio, which often results in a far superior movie compared to those commercial successes. This is clearly the case here.
  Yes, the American flag at the end is annoying. So is also the stupendous claim that «love transcends time and space».

Saturday, November 08, 2014

The Book of Fate explained

  I remember writing this, now, when I’m writing it again…
  My hand is writing it, now, writing what was written by my dreams so long ago.
  Everything is silent around me. All the sounds of the night and the day are quiet, speaking only in my mind.
  Clarity is surging through me again. It’s amazing how everything… fits.
  A leaf falls to the ground somewhere. I see it. I see thousands of leaves rise from the ground, before they ever fell from the branches. Fate is pre-determined… right, different from destiny that is desire, direction, belief? The Book of Fate, the book right in front of me, right now, turning its pages in my presence speaks in brief about giants walking the Universe, about dragons spitting their more than intense fire on all the upturned stones there are, burning what was hidden, was Shadow, revealing it for all to see and experience.
  Sorcerers, seekers in Shadow write their books, their notes of the Other World, of what’s Hidden. They touch the infinite and eternal and bring pale darkness to illuminate everybody, also those who don’t want to open their eyes to the world.
  I know what the sun and the moon looks like and feels like. I've stared it in the eyes, faced it close enough to burn. I remember that feeling well, how small I felt, reminding me how big I feel now, when I look at my face from the other end.
  The Book of Fate is no mere Book of Shadows, written by a mere seeker of the unknown. It’s writing itself, or at least it seems to be. When you enter the room that isn’t a room nothing visible or tangible is turning its pages or holding the pen levitating above what looks like old, decrepit paper. The pen’s point touches only air, but words still appear below, not on one page but billions times billions simultaneously. The book isn't in only one place, but all places, all times. I’ve read it for some time, but understanding kept eluding me.
  Then, suddenly I knew, knew what I hadn't been able to grasp:
  There’s one entity, one dragon that isn't just mentioned in passing, one human being that isn't just mentioned on a few more pages here and there… but on all of them, every single sheet of paper and mist that ever is. Stunned for a few seconds I realize the undeniable truth, what virtually everybody denies to themselves:
  I know who I am.

  Finally making sense

  The words above are those of Jeremy Zahn, one of the main characters in my novel Your Own Fate. It is part of the extensive extra material on the website, offering further understanding and perspective of the story.
  It wasn't included in the novel. I made the decision not to do that after some internal deliberation.
  Jeremy Zahn is a man opening his eyes to misplaced truths and previously undiscovered awareness, and everything accompanying those things. If you want to find out more about him, go here, or read the book. He is.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Carbon copies

  You are clearly siding with the powerful if you think it matters who the winner is among established political parties. There are a few minor differences, but no truly significant difference that will lead to anything even resembling true justice and equality. If you looked beyond the propaganda and the deception you would easily see that. Wearing a blindfold will never make you see the obvious.
  As a general rule there is only one party in each democracy, and it’s centrist, mainstream establishment. Democratic elections will always, all things being equal, even during near «perfect» conditions slide towards centrism, towards the least unpopular decisions in a given population. If a new, different party should appear, it will quickly join the one already there.
  Nothing significant will change.
  And that’s before money and power comes in. With those things added a centrist/conservative government is all but assured. The tiny trickle of change happening is for the worse.
  Radicals in United States and United Kingdom and elsewhere, for unfathomable reasons look to Scandinavia because we have «proportional representation» and actually push that as a solution or part of a solution. Please, stop with such dangerous and mindless bullshit. Take it from me, guys. I live here, and it’s no different, just yet another sham.
  Yes, as amazing as that seems to me and other people living here, most people elsewhere see Scandinavia as a kind of paradise, but that view is totally false. It’s pretty much like everywhere else, really. We shake our head when professed radicals elsewhere want to emulate its system of government and «welfare».
  It’s the haves and the have nots here as well. If you have money and a somewhat secure job you’re set, if not you go hungry, and your prospects are dim.
  Please, guys, stop whipping that particular dead horse at least. You should be far more ambitious on behalf of yourself and humanity.
  Politicians are more or less carbon copies of each other. They are dressed the same, speak and behave the same way and vote the same, everyone from the established parties or the parties about to become established serving the same mindset and set of people: those at the top of the pyramid.
  Yes, elections are a sham, not only by the fact that there are no true alternatives to vote for, but that they are held at all.
  Participating in them is fitting your own blindfold, is willful ignorance and irrationality.
  It’s time, time to move beyond pleasantries and the illusion that the tyrants of the world will be nice to us if we are nice to them.
  Petitioning those served by the oppressive system doesn't work. You don’t beg a tyrant for favors. True freedom can’t be given, but must be taken.

  You might decide you want to vote, anyway, even as a stopgap measure, in a vain effort to keep conservative forces from gaining even more power. I get that, I do, but if you do that you will actually aid those same forces, will «accomplish» exactly what you were attempting to prevent. Choosing between two evils or even worse; the same two-headed, many-headed evil, pretending there is true choice is not the way to do it.
  Democracy is the slickest tyranny ever, because it gives people the illusion of influence.
  You shouldn't sit back and do nothing, though. On the contrary, you should do far more than what you’re currently doing.

  The thing to do is to reject the current society as much as you possibly can, and constantly attempt to form truly autonomous and more or less self-sufficient communities where everyone has an equal voice and work from there to reach out to other autonomous communities, and slowly make a new and truly different world, fighting with every possible means at your disposal against the old. To play the game of power doesn't work. If you use the language of the oppressors, especially doing so without critical thought, you've lost the struggle before it has even begun. We see that, time and time again. It’s time for a radically different approach.
  The reasons for the human-created Climate Change, various forms of equally dangerous pollution on all levels, social and economic misery and vast inequality and oppression, all of it show us or should show us beyond doubt that today’s and yesterday’s methods just don’t work, not if we want to create a world where we want to live, not merely exist.
  Those in charge, with the aid of their many eager servants wage a war against humanity and all life on Earth. They - and all the rest of us in concert destroy piece by piece of nature, of everything we need in order to survive.
  There are very few good things left in human existence. The local, national and global community has gone and is going from bad to worse. The strong and very visible warning signals have been virtually ignored and are being ignored. It’s like every single dystopian novel ever written or movie ever made (and then some) has come and is coming true.

  Leave it behind, do so in both your mind and your actions.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The trenchcoat brigade

  The man in the trenchcoat and cap left the women’s restroom in the international departure lounge at Stanstead airport. He walked in a slow, lavish pace. The odor of weeks’ old sweat was unmistakable. His face was strangely clean and unshaven, the rest of him of quite the dubious quality. People stared at him. Some people stared hard, and with anger burning in their eyes, but he ignored them.
  A sign said, in very large letters.

  The airport community charter is here to help you, but we will not tolerate:

Ø       Drunkenness
Ø       Insulting words or behavior
Ø       Threats or actual physical violence
Ø       Abusive language

  BAA Stanstead/Essex Police

  People had filed into the lounge for quite some time. It was just a few minutes until the gate would open, and the passengers would be let onboard the plane.
  The man bumped into a woman with a baby on her arm.
  - HEY, watch there you’re going, you sow.
  He belched, very loud and distinct. The woman quickly removed herself from his immediate vicinity.
  - What are you guys STARING at? He shouted. – It isn’t nice to stare, you know.
  At this time the man had already been observed by the guards through the surveillance cameras, and they began paying attention to him. A couple of them sat course towards the lounge, to calm the situation at an early stage.
  - I can smell your cunt, the man said to an overdressed woman.
  He sat down by her side, moving his nose over her groin. His sniffing was very pronounced and loud, almost eerily so. She struck him on the head, struck him hard.
  - You fucking cocksucker, she screamed, very loud.
  He rose and stumbled off. Quite a few of the passengers applauded. The woman took a bow. He stumbled in a foot and fell over an entire row of people. Quite a few of them fell of the chairs. He grabbed the rest and pulled them with him to the floor.
  - Sorry, sorry, he grinned, - all you stinking shits.
  The first few guards appeared, striving to keep up their appearance of calm, as they approached the clearly disturbed man.
  - Please, sir, one of them said soothingly, - you need to calm down.
  - So, I need to calm down, you stinking SHIT! The man sniveled. – How do you people get off, anyway, how do you get laid, for that matter?
  The last part of the sentence he added as an afterthought, clearly, seemingly pondering something.
  Then he visibly brightened.
  - Jesus fucked Maria, he said with absolute certainty and conviction.
  - Your behavior is disturbing, deeply disturbing to the other passengers, the officer in charge said with a frown on his brow. – I’m afraid we have to ask you to become with us.
  - Am I disturbing? The man turned and asked the passengers. – Am I offensive?
  - I don’t think so, a young man grinned. – But then I’m biased, I guess.
  He and several others chuckled darkly.
  - I have no misgivings, the woman with the smelly cunt shrugged.
  People stared astonished at her.
  The frown deepened, as the officer in charge hesitated a bit, clearly sensing that something was… off, that something wasn't… right. 
  He was sweating, looking around him with a pained expression in his face. It was clearly visible on the monitors.
  One of the other guards grinned. He looked forward to this. That was also visible on the monitors.
  - C’mon, sir, he said, - you need to come with us and stop hassling these fine people.
  They stepped forward.
  The man stepped backwards, scowling at them.
  The police officers were, in general quite confident, fairly certain of their place in the world, in the scheme of things. They surrounded the man in a maneuver they had practiced by doing many times.
  The disturbing man laughed out aloud, a very patronizing laughter making them stop in their tracks.
  - You guys never cease to amaze me, in negative ways.
  He shook his head in mock despair.
  Suddenly they felt a chill, and they couldn't for the life of them tell why.
  The man began removing his clothes, his cap, his coat and his pants, leaving his jacket for some reason.
  - That’s enough, the officer in charge snarled.
  They charged the disturbing man. In an amazing move he grabbed the two in front and pushed them back. The entire group of six was stopped. To the spectators it looked like they hit a wall.
  Then, in an even more amazing move, before anyone managed to catch their breath he struck the biggest police officer in the face, felling him with one blow. He was unconscious long before he hit the floor.
  The big, very big man threw his jacket away, revealing a large, ugly machinegun hanging from his belt. He drew it, and before the security forces managed to even utter a word of protest he mowed them all down. The screaming began.
  Several more guards approached, guns in hand. Some of the perceived passengers, among them the woman with the smelly cunt drew large guns, too, firing totally indiscriminately at anything moving, and everyone was moving, attempting in vain to escape the barrage of hot lead. The woman and the baby in her arms were among the first casualties. Many more followed in the seconds and long minutes to come.
  The sign with the big letters were blown to bits.
  For a while, a few seconds at least a temporary, eerie silence reigned.
  - That was FUCKING invigorating, the woman with the smelly cunt shouted. – WASN'T THAT FUN?
  She threw herself into the arms of the big man and kissed him on the lips.
  - I love you, Timothy, she cried. – I fucking love you. You know how to keep a girl entertained.
  The young man with a dark chuckle threw his head back and howled at the invisible moon, and fired a salvo at the ceiling.
  There were wounded people on the floor. The disturbing gang took care of everybody, before they moved on to the next gate. People fled in droves from it. Some got away, but most of them were either hit by a rain of bullets, roasted by flamethrowers or blown to bit by exploding rocket grenades. The twenty-two people walked in a fast pace, but didn't run. They calmly (with the exception of a few excited cries) eradicated everything in their path. More security guards showed up. They were exterminated with the rest.
  - TO FUCKING HELL ON EARTH, Timothy Joyce shouted and cackled insanely, as he walked in front of the lethal procession. – TO THE DESECRATION AND SODOMIZING OF ANGELS!
  Everybody, also those far away, fleeing with their hearts stuck in their throat heard his voice, heard it above the thunder of the guns.
  They would never forget it. Long after they had stopped having nightmares filled with blood and thunder they would remember the demonic face and voice.

  Timothy Joyce and those enthusiastically following him stopped at an intersection and began shooting to pieces all the surveillance cameras. All screens turned black.

  No more bullshit!

  The story above stars Timothy Joyce, one of the main characters in my novel Your Own Fate. It is part of the extensive extra material on the website, offering further understanding and perspective of the story.
  It wasn't included in the novel because it’s fairly similar to several other scenes there, and because it didn't quite fit. The story in the book is mostly told from Jeremy Zahn’s perspective.
  This short story about the events on a modern airport would also have to be at least four times longer than the one you have just read. Perhaps I will write the extended version some day.
  Timothy Joyce is a man with no more patience for bullshit, as you can plainly observe and certainly appreciate. If you want to find out more about him, go here, or read the book. He certainly would appreciate it.