SPCC A Casa Amarela

the concert and party was great. the workshop had many attendants (about 20 people i think), many more than i expected. same thing with the movie, but unfortunately there were no people around to moderate the debate, so not much of a debate happened.

as for the concerts, they were great, nothing failed exceptionally (just the usual chaos of concerts), no failed electricity, no failed bar supplies. everyone at the house, once they started seeing the things getting done, realized what it was going to be, so they asked sorry and made up. the stage also got moderately destroyed. it ended, obviously, with the police shutting it down with guns. overall, there were 15 calls that night. i guess the "neighborhood" doesn't like us (big surprise).

i was also very happy with the bar behavior. no money was lost and all the money was divided with reasonable and just rules. it was also clear who were the people who wanted to participate and work for the house.

overall, there were maybe 170 people at the house plus bands and friends. on the chill out area, vegetarian dumpstered food was given away (donation based), and the entry was also donation based.

i was wrong on the behavior part. everyone made up and there were no conflicts. the conflicts were only behind the scenes, but those are part of our every day. as for the organizers, i think they were very happy with the result.

as for the day after, well, that's where i think we're not dealing with a constructive scene, and especially, now with the demolition coming, there's no more care for what we built. we got up early to start moving our stuff to another place, and when we came back, someone (i think O) had spent a lot of time throwing our furniture out the window. what the fuck. he broke a lot of stuff that was not only useful, but made with care by T. this lead to a final decision of abandoning the house. we took the rest of our stuff and left. nobody showed up to clean, in fact, since T stopped cleaning last week, dog shit started piling up to a point where the stink is unbearable. the fabric walls are torn, pissed on and broken. there is broken glass and broken furniture everywhere. stuff is now being stolen too (that's why i moved out). my aria bass is gone (if everyone sees a punk with a jazz aria bass, like this one but matte gray, you know where he got it), with some tools and electronics stuff. a lot of stuff was taken from the free shop, but that's fine, that's what a free shop is.

in the morning, there were still passed out punks on the floor. i think that's a great symbol of the decadence that is going on now.

once me and T stopped providing and nurturing, everybody started moving on. i think they found another squat, and wish them all the best. what i don't really enjoy is how i was made a fool all the time i was providing for the building.

everyone compliments me and thanks me, because i provide. once i go to work, everyone makes fun of me and insults me behind my back. these are the same people you (audience) complimented at the squat. me and T, who built this with help of many of our guests and mostly against the punks that lived with us, are being removed from the story progressively, and demonized for our openness and up front opinions.

essentially, everyone makes up a story where they are the leading character with super hero qualities and everyone else is just someone that stands in their way. it's easy to point out flaws in others, and i'm just as guilty of that. but i want everyone to understand that i don't see myself as a hero in any of this, and that the facts alone are enough for everyone to decide who and what made things work, and didn't.

there is very little "us" in what we do. the words we use, the clothes, the houses, the air we breathe and the animals and plants we eat, they are all here outside and beyond us. in us is just a tiny story and representation of a bigger "we". the only way to honor this "we" is to understand that it requires stories too. and it requires being a villain in some stories, a hero in others, but overwhelmingly, unknown, uninteresting or entirely invisible and unknown.

to cope with this fact, people choose to abandon truth and facts and believe they are better, or super. every single person that abused our place had this feature. and the more fucked up the situation, the bigger disconnect from reality.

have no doubt or uncertainty. ignorance is not bliss, drugs do not make you happy, living on the street is no fun. it means a fucked up life of permanent depression, violence, and inability to deal with aversion. small happy moments are all that is achievable. drugs, concerts, easy fixes for someone escaping the hard facts of life. life is beautiful, but only if you are open enough to allow its complexity to overwhelm you. most street life isn't for the search of truth and enlightenment, it is a permanent battle for sufficiency and inconsequential indulgence.

if you choose to think you can understand and predict everything, you will be acting like a super hero. "i know", "i will", etc, etc. i heard countless conversations from fucked up punks saying they would've done a much better job at SPCC. maybe it's true. but the guys who did it were nowhere to be found, and mostly, working during the concerts.

people talk too much and do too little. too much about how awesome they are, how amazing the things they did and will do are, yet everyone reverts to the same selfish, egocentric chimp every time. and the few workers that supply for everyone else are nowhere to be found and honored.

we are better than this. but we cannot educate brainwashed adults, and children educated better would only be trampled by the current system. that's why i'm no longer doing any mandalas with social centers as a central part. there is little to no possibility for regeneration. most violent and abusive patterns are too ingrained and require full professional help. but since everyone is the "hero", they won't ask for help. the only people we could help were the humble homeless people that got fucked over by life. not the arrogant street punks. these, unfortunately, are just another stereotype of a decadent post post modern west.

it's not that i don't like the people i lived with. i do. but i do not want to coexist and support people that make fun of me behind my back, when i'm feeding them every day. i'm done with it. i'm done with exploitation. it's as if it's becoming human nature to exploit.

ideologically, there are many things to be taken from this. but it will leave the courses of action for later. for now, we have a mandala to finish and clean up. join us and make it beautiful.

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆

one of the reasons why we started this website this way (with personal blogs and open access, versus a public website with private access), was to sample objectively the irrelevance of fact and the multiple realities phenomenon in human groups (or stories).

even though most participation was mine and T's, now, to the end of this, we are starting to get more data points. from rants to raves, we now have some good comments on what goes on. if we add to this our data on guests, their length of stay and some of the comments, we end up with a huge dataset. so thank you everyone for posting (even the angry posts). they are essential for our study.

the facts have been objectively documented, and this blog has been my story about them. to date, we now have maybe 4 or 5 different perspectives on this page of what goes on and of the same facts. the facts themselves will be described on a full report later, for analysis.

but the stories themselves are the greatest bounty of this. take any fact. the stories around them are not only incompatible, but contradictory. but the thing is each individual's perception (and story) represents the /reality/ of the house for that individual. therefore, there are N+1 houses, where N is the number of observers, and the 1 is the "factual house", unknowable by definition, but observable using the scientific method (i don't want to go into deeper philosophy about this now).

what i wanted to sample, and i did, successfully, was how that "factual house" has little to no place in the politics of the house, whereas the N stories do. the stories are so important, lies can take over and become real. let's take analyze this case study.

observers: {P,M,O,R,I,A,L,S,J,T,Ma}

the facts:
- {P,M} argued every day, loudly, even during the night (waking up everyone), P cheated on and beat M on several occasions, but M was trapped in this loop so never broke free, P also pulled a knife twice on people and beat up O once. on the other hand, they were excellent workers, active every day in making the house a better place. their issues were psychological, but their skills and capacities were above average.

the stories:
- {P,M}, their story, as interviewed by me, was that it wasn't important, that it was their private matter, and that what mattered was what they were contributing to the house. P's account of his violence was one of helplessness, of a traumatized, violent youth, so fucked up he couldn't bear the facts that he was repeating the very same abuse he suffered. despite that, according to their stories, this was a minor issue, not a major issue, and what mattered was how well they worked for the house;
- {L,A}, were heavily supportive of them, endeared by M and in their story, they were excellent people, even though, by for {A}'s standards, not fully aware of their own political ideologies. {L,A} were also moderately unaffected by the violence, and had a supportive opinion throughout the process, to which i think not speaking the language contributed ({L,A} couldn't understand what the arguments were about);
- {T,J}, were also heavily supportive, but in hope that the house and its positive setting would help regenerate them. when violence became too much, T stood up to P and as the trust was broken, so was T and J's stories about P and M, the story became they should go;
- {O}, was, as always, very positive and accepting of P and M, despite having a knife pulled at him and getting into a fist fight one night with P. but as violence continued, his story became that they should go;
- {S}, wasn't happy with any of the situations, but as usual, refrained from any commitment to an opinion, so his story was neutral, until the majority ruled, taking the side of the majority;
- {R,I}, were also tolerant at first, but when violence began, their story also changed from housemates to they must go;
- {Ma} was always critical of them, and never liked their participation in the community, but since he didn't share space with them, he refrained from any issue.

as a group, the decision emerges from each final story. depending on the political system, so will be the result. in this case, we were using anarcho syndicalism and assembly vote (majority vote, direct democracy). so, we have the set of stories: {P,M,L,A} see no issue, {T,J,O,R,I} want them out, {S,Ma} don't participate but have a negative bias. the final decision was that they had to go. they also rejected my help in getting them psychological help and housing (for free). following up on them, despite promises of getting treatment, they still live the same way, repeating the old habits.

now the same set of stories could have different outcomes, depending on the political system. for example, if this was a lawful democracy with a judicial system (and police), the mere fact of P and M violence would be enough for disciplinary action and probably exclusion/expulsion. this would keep the rest of the citizens "unaffected" by the weight of the decision, and would have the same outcome.
if this was a street anarchist system, there would be no expulsion at all, and eventually people uncomfortable with the situation would leave.

depending on the political system we choose, so the stories will be accommodated and dealt with. also, each political system exhibits different bias towards facts or stories.
an anarchist system, shows a clear bias towards stories in decision making, and can only work if stories are representative of facts. in P and M's story, there was no fact. in that sense, conflict will always imply some stories being trampled, but fake stories win too.
a lawful system, on the contrary, shows more bias towards facts and enforcement, and will therefore have a bias towards the "truthful stories". the honest group wins. this would guarantee that, for instance, since {S,L,A,J,O,T} are peaceful, they would end up being the only residents of the house. this requires, however, enforcement of some sort.

politics, in my opinion, is an algorithm applied to the N stories and 1 fact that generates a decision (and possible enforcement) for group decisions. it can be described mathematically, as long as stories are documented.

but if one chooses facts as a main decision tool, then enforcement is a requirement, since there is no guarantee that stories will be representative of facts, or anywhere near the "truth".

facts, as i said, are knowable using the scientific method. so in order to have a fully rational political system, there must be some kind of lawful enforcement system. as for the stories, depending on this enforcement, they can be preserved or trampled.

in the case of capitalist democracy, stories are instead "standardized", so that they differ little from a main "story" (note that this story is, usually, not factual, but promoted by propaganda). stories that are too different become outlawed and eventually are turned into criminal offenses. street art, dumpster diving, squatting, etc, are examples of stories being eliminated by such political systems, even though factually they might be better for the community.

these are some conclusions i can take, just by using the scientific method in small scale politics. by participating and analyzing community behavior, i have matured several of my naive ideas of political systems. i think it's essential to turn away from idea (or story) based political discussions, and turn to factual political discussion, as in many other sciences. this has several nasty effects, as the template "left" "right" are no longer meaningful as a metric or category (except, obviously, as categories for personal stories).

i'm very happy to have gone through all of this, this house has been a source of tremendous political understanding (along with many other things).

i know that with this whole project, i made many enemies and friends, that range from hatred to love and anywhere in between, that the stories about me are as diverse as the ones about the house. but the fact, itself, remains unknowable, even to myself (me, like the house, has N+1 existences, my story of myself is just another story).

therefore, all i can say is thank you for making my existence bigger, in any form or fashion. every story made up increases the N+1 i'm made of by 1. i don't really care what kind of story it is, and i'm just happy i can make your reality a bit richer, and be another story in your collection, no matter how it turns out.

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆

how about painting the shit out of the building until demolition? and then filming it, photographing it: the bulldozers of the state tearing it down? how fucking cool would that be? let's fucking do it.

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆

thank you for reading my blog. no, seriously. this is my personal story on my stay at the house. it has nothing to do with the house itself, the people and what not. but still, whenever i go into a tantrum like yesterday, it gets amplified and broadcast all over the place, complete with couriers to the house. it's almost like i'm a spokesperson for the house. i'm not. it's my journal, stop watching big brother okupa. geez.

so thanks to the courier effect (like media coverage, it's complete with bias, "this week on SPCC"), we had an impromptu meeting this morning. the rest of the issues, since i was there, were skillfully avoided and disregarded, changing subjects or just staying quiet (i'm happy, less lying is good). the main issue is, as usual, the stage. i now see that there was a lot more going on than just setting up some walls. they told me all the plans and so on. had i known, or had they told me "hey, we want to reserve the stage for this", it would've been different. so i think people are back to the peaceful self. they are going to do the bar and are excited about the possibilities. communication has always been an issue, since day 1 (remember L and the fresh guests?).

now the big irony is that we got our deadline. it's 2 weeks! we only have two weekends left before demolition. with this, comes another irony: had we gone with talking over, discussing, etc etc, there would be no time for this concert.

so i guess it will be this event and a demolition party and that's it. SPCC to dust.

now, please, punk scene, stop watching TV (like this blog) and step up to what you represent. make a big fucking party, fuck up the place as much as you want, paint it, break it, but above all, show there is still some substance under the flair, that there is still ideology and community values that can unite you and make a great concert for everyone. how about united for a change? beyond your petty grievances and egos, beyond privileges classes and borders, how about a real squat-anarcho-punk concert with everyone actually living their ideology? i know, an idealist as usual. the non profit i was part of failed with the industrial scene because of this exact same issue. there is little uniting us anymore. capitalism has succeeded in clearing all ideology from underground scenes. music is not enough. there is nazi punk these days, have you heard?

SPCC is being demolished. it's over. but it doesn't mean it can't be fucking beautiful. now lets get cranking.

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆

J talked with the guys on the working site today. They said we have 2 weeks, more or less.

Also today everybody gathered and talked about their issues and opinions. That's way more positive. Although we still have to different visions going on in the house. But that's also fine, everybody's entitled to their own opinion and thoughts about something, the hard part is to put them building something together. For that, i still don't have an answer. I just know that with this kind of political system it doesn't work.

These to groups with different opinions are not going to work together anymore. They found another place to squat, and J and me are going to take a break (of squatting) and continue to run a nomad base somewhere else, like J did with escotilha8.

Thats all for today!

<3

i just got some more news from the demolition crew. our building is definitely going to shit soon, we'll hear the dates probably today or anytime in the coming days

from what i heard, our residents already have a backup plan, and only have been using my money to get high and eat seafood (no shit). i don't think they will start another squat. i think they will just move on to the next group they can leech.

it really is about the money and the drugs. we're not dealing with real squatters. we're dealing with bourgeois junkies. there is no shame in taking advantage of others, in lying to their face, in being a hypocrite, i could go on. mohawks and tattoos are a gimmick, a distraction. the real wardrobe is a suit and a comb over. unfortunately, i can't do anything about it. this pattern is too ingrained in the lifestyle and won't change. they are an embarrassment to the punk movement, the squatter movement and the anarchist movement in general. some therapy might help, but capitalist democracy created this niche for development. a welfare state and a wasteful society allows for a purely narcissistic existence, with no work ethic or sense of respect. and the very fact that the left wing movement is driven by social help and tolerance allows it to be very cunningly exploited by this kind of selfish behavior. look cool, wear a leather jacket with spikes, get in for free in every concert, get free health care, free food, free money from your family, free drugs (not kidding). if anything, human beings are masters of survival and deceit. whenever you give change, you give some money for a ticket, buy a beer, you enable this kind of behavior. the wonderful puppy dog look, the crouching shoulders, the creaky voice. but behind your back, the laughter, the enjoyment, the glee for outsmarting someone else. maybe this is what fidel castro meant.

that smile remains hidden in their private moments. but thanks to T's room design, there are no secrets anymore. this cleverness is therefore exposed. i have cleared any myths i had about people needing help. there are real people with real problems and really need help, and there are fake people with fake problems that don't need help. they are mostly indistinguishable and easily mistaken.

if your nomad base design doesn't have a "no walls" model like this place, here are some hints:
- no work done for others except cooking or getting food
- no contribution to any house expenses, yet always with some money for personal items

why is cooking and getting food there? this was one of the most amazing revelations i had here. people cook for you sometimes because they want to do something nice, but sometimes because they don't trust other people's cooking! how insane is that? i've heard it straight from the mouth of some people here.

spot the freeloader: count work hours day for a given period, and compute the average for others. a freeloader stands out. the irony is if you are too liberal, you won't have the guts to take disciplinary action (because of your ideology), which will eventually cause self destruction via freeloader induced entropy.

without some kind of authority, anarchy won't work! how ironic is that! hah!

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆

lately i have been laughing my ass out with the "kids".

apparently, now my dog hasn't been fed by the kids. the dog food is over, and the last person to buy dog food was R. so, instead of putting the dog food in the living room, like he usually does, and we all do. He put it in his room, hidden.

there were already two times, in which i'm in my room and i ear him ask O "did kikas already eat?" without including Durga, or this other time that they were cooking some rice with tuna, O asked from his room to the living room if Kikas and Durga had eat, and R answers "Yeah, kikas did". hahah dude, since WHEN i live with 10 year olds? the curious fact is that, his actions are not gonna do much, to me, or my dog, or J. if we need food for the dogs, we can buy it, what next? hide the recycled food? because for now, it's not the first time that they do not call me when lunch is ready. Or do not say "good morning" or act like we were not in the living room. really funny.

on another, and more interesting, note topographers are on the field today! and they are working on every area, not only on the white factory that was recently closed. they are working everywhere, including the road in front of us. yep, the signs are getting clearer and clearer, and we do not have much time, but for sure we will continue to do stuff here.

i noticed these topographers because i went to meet a lady from the City Hall. J had that problem with the garbage and ended up paying more than 50€ because of the garbage we have on the street because there is NO container, nor does the city hall truck comes by to collect garbage. so this lady, really nice, polite, without prejudice, talked to me and we arranged that until we are evicted they are gonna place a container on top of the street for us. when filled up, we just need to call for them to collect the garbage and empty the container. personalized service from the city hall to the squat? haha! this is really nice to see, and only proves that city hall workers, general government workers, are just regular human beings that do their best to survive in this society. that's why i do not share the same angry thoughts on police mans. they are like us, just workers, doing their jobs. like puppets, unfortunately.

the punk kids want to resist the demolition, i honestly will not share that action with them. we did tons of amazing things here in so little time. we shared so much with so many people, from all over the world. we learned a lot from each others, even with the angry punks from the house. the house is going down on its own, mainly because of the childish "problems" we are having and because everything has some limit offer. everything is ephemeral and it doesn't need a bulldozer to be over and gone. these kind of projects are self-destructive, like bombs, with a timer we can't see. and i like that. so i will be celebrating, dancing and cheering when the demolition starts.

meanwhile i'm thinking that we can do an event only on a documentary, The Century of the Self. i've been watching it - i'm on the 3rd of 4 episodes - and its really interesting. it explains on how psychoanalysis (specially from Freud's family) have an important role on how governments, public relations and marketing, major companys rule the masses..Brilliant.

Stay tuned for the next chapter of big brother okupa and other things more important like events, and demolition news, etc!

<3

the upcoming concert brought up a lot of issues between the crew, except for me and T. i think mostly, there is a lot of childishness on how things work around here. i think maturity and humility are not something that most people understand.

in over 6 months, me, T, and our guests, turned the building into a fully working cultural center. during that time, little to no work was done by the rest of the crew. in fact, for 6 months, no work was done on the stage that was their main focus. it was necessary for someone from the outside to show up and start doing some work.

but it wasn't free work. while our work for the house was made for everyone's enjoyment, the new stage was a different story. i now realize that the work being done was only for themselves. when the kids asked to use it, we obviously said yes, we always do. but that triggered the childish side of the crew that built the stage. "we built it, it's ours".

objectively, there was more work done by myself, T, Ma, M, P, D and other guests, than the stage itself. overall, i'd say we spent maybe 2 months of work there, against about 2 weeks of work for the stage. we don't like punk music, yet we are for any kind of cultural action. but i guess this "scene" is full of issues, and therefore, we gave up trying to be a part of it.

i look forward to saturday, and to what i expect to be a teenager brawl. a small scene of supposed punks looks more like a drama filled high school dance. instead of sharing and uniting for a common cause, what i see is what always happens. shit talk over nothing.

what is the most important thing? me? the guys that built the stage? the bands? or the people we're making happy by creating an event like this?

in my opinion, i count very little in comparison to the 50+ people expected. what is the most important thing? our ego, or our capacity to make others happy?

as i said, maturity and humility would solve all issues. but they assume everyone chooses to be so. it's not the case. it's getting so bad that R isn't feeding T's dog anymore and hides his dog food in the room. wtf, seriously. the baby tantrums are becoming so ridiculous, i'm not willing to be a part of this.

it was enough to be exploited. it got worse when i was lied to. it is too much when i'm being made fun of.

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆

So yeah, here i was sitting in our living room when i heard some machines, and trucks. They already closed up in fences the building next to ours.

Everybody is thinking that we can last more 6 months. I honestly am pointing out for 2 months or so. Although i still have no response from RAVE (company entitled to the works)on how much time we have, the signs are clear, shouldn't be much longer.

I might go there in some minutes to ask the workers for some information.

<3

over and over, the words "fight and defend this place" echo. more so since we knew the demolition was coming. this is a tiny explanation on why i prefer to celebrate, and not fight, the demolition and the coming destruction of many months of work.

1) everything has a life cycle, grows and withers, and like a plant that dies but leaves new seeds, i think SPCC has given enough fruit. in fact, it gives fresh, delicious fruit every day. the fact that we document it pays enough homage to everything everyone involved has done for it (and we're talking about hundreds of people by now). if it were to last forever, it would become an institution, exactly what it is meant to fight. it would become a stereotype, a monoculture, a "safe place" within democracy to be part of an underground movement. tourists would visit and feel "underground" for a week, before going back to desk jobs selling diet pills. upper class youth would smoke their joints there so that, 10 years later, they could validate their new capitalist lifestyle by saying "i was a squatter back then! i fought the system!". police and city hall would thank its existence, for channeling the angry youth to some place where it's far from the main streets and neighborhoods, happy that they now had "contained" the underground movement. who knows, maybe they would even start supporting it with money, a clear sign of defeat. the fact that none of this would help any constructive cause, and in fact would hinder it, is a sign that CHANGE must be permanent, to enable a dynamic movement. permanence and stability allow for the power to adapt to the structures created by the underground movement and control it. we need motion for revolution, not happy stable sustainable houses. we're living in a terrible age, an age of apathy, so it is key to understand (and avoid) the underground stereotypes, and how they can suck the life out of a movement. i'm not saying sustainable underground is bad. i'm saying it's part of the system we're trying to unmask.

2) i'm not angry. i'm not angry at any human being for being alive and trying to make the best out of what s/he gets when s/he is born. i don't perceive a policeman any differently than i perceive any other working class citizen. it is not the policeman i should be fighting. it is his boss. but his boss will never be in the front line, instead, his privileges will remain untouched, like the fair maiden in the castle tower. and as the butchering of the peasants revolt continues, her worries remain in her treasured patchwork. we do not touch any part of the ruling class with molotov cocktails and riots. we touch the ruling class by becoming emancipated by our own critical reasoning, by the facts we reveal and by our own conscious choices as consumers and workers. by being part of strikes, by refusing to be exploited, by consuming consciously or not consuming at all, we have better, easier vectors of battle. and none of these require a mohawk or an angry face. the anonymous citizen is the most powerful agent for revolution.

3) the left has lost. it has failed every single chance it had to change everything and mobilize the people. faint hope remains in south america. but in the west, from financial crises to oil spills and genocide, the left has failed in mobilizing the masses. the few that remain, squatters, anarchists, or just any concerned citizen, are now completely overpowered, outnumbered and outgunned. squats are being closed down, anarchists are now being compared to terrorists, and the anger it causes only feeds this stereotype. we are no longer fighters for a better world. we are a movement designated as a threat, and it will be eliminated. it's only a matter of time. the left wing must accept its defeat and choose new ways of fighting. it must accept its defeat as an ideology and embrace the same immoral methods as the right. we are not dealing with "good hearted working class" anymore. we are dealing with soma-induced brainwashed grayed out drones slowly pacing to the slaughterhouse. if the left wants to save anyone, it must become a possible future alternative free from past stereotypes. those have been destroyed by propaganda to the point where we can buy a che guevara t-shirt on a mainstream store. it's over. get over it. we lost.

4) fighting a losing battle is in essence, no different than the fight for survival and the delusion that we will last forever. from our brittle bones to the fiery doom of cosmic cataclysms and the cold death of the universe, we are a species defined by our irrational belief in a better future. there is no better future that will last forever. therefore, arguing for sustainability, veganism, squatting, or even democracy is just as delusional as arguing for free market capitalism, monarchy or the armageddon. a choice must be made. are we choosing to be diverse or are we choosing to become a human monoculture? are we trying to make this world livable for everyone, or just a select few? are we to become a species with no memetic diversity, with a common culture, language, globalized and moralized, or a radically subjective species with cultures so different that they become mutually incomprehensible, but tolerated? are we supposed to accept that only a few of us will survive (the alphas, the educated ruling class), or should we continue fighting for a world that allows not only for ethnic diversity but also cultural and memetic diversity?

are we willing to accept a world of capitalists and anarchists, of clean and dirty, of good, bad and ugly, or are we just trying to make the entire human reality into our own little narrow point of view? i, for one, don't want to live in a planet of anarchists. i want diversity to be the key aspect of our reality.

in that sense, i can't help but celebrate the destruction of diversity by the ruling class. i can't help but celebrate the defeat with laughter. because it is the proof that we lost, and the proof that we are right. when the demolition ball destroys all our work, and all the laughter it contained, we know that the beast has shown its face. and as the building collapses into dust, the hand that pushes it will become tainted with the happiness it took.

celebrating our destruction is a way to reveal the beast for what it is. an agent of entropy and cultural colonization. and like any other colonizer, i can't help but giggle at the brittle logic it carries with it.

we cannot be victims of our own cultural dogmatism. we must be aware of the middle way, and understand the agents of creation and destruction as part of what makes our species evolve. and with it, show, by example, how we are the agents of construction, of exuberance and diversity, and how the oppressor is our nemesis, and stands for the exact opposite.

there is no problem in being the loser, life is not a game. it is a cosmic privilege to be honored, treasured, and promoted. so keep seeding the seeds of ectropy, like tears in rain.

godspeed starstuff ☆★☆☆★★★☆☆☆☆☆