Americans; I hold you in contempt

Disclaimer: I don't have to live here, I choose to live here.I pay taxes here, I had no rights, then I got a green card and had rights again and now by the inaction of this countries citizenry I have no rights again.
Given i have no rights and can be taken without notice, without recourse and without charge and held indefinitely in whatever conditions the imagination of my American captors manifests for any reason or for no reason at all I'd just like to take this opportunity to address the vast indifferent population of this nation with a 'fuck you!'


Americans, proud, moral, well meaning, polite, optimistic, pathetic.
You give Sheep a bad name, Sheep weren't endowed with brains big enough to revolt, they simply don't know any better. I feel sorry for Sheep. (pass the mint sauce)
But you people are fucking Sheep by choice. You are an insult to cranial activity. Here we are days after Veterans day and you blithely piss on the graves of far better men than you'll ever be. Men (and not just Americans. Australians, NZers, British, Canadian,Fijians, Samoans, French, the list is long but you are no longer on it) gave their lives, GAVE THEIR LIVES! so that you could enjoy your freedoms and yet you sit in your comfortable little cocoons and the best of you, the very best of you are capable of the sacrifice it takes, the breath it takes to utter the sounds "Tut Tut" before going back to whatever facile meaningless tasks you've chosen to give your fraudulent lives meaning.
America is the husk of a dead dream and it's citizenry are ghosts who don't yet know they're dead.
Yeah. "I see dead people"
You create gulags to hold captives without any human rights whatsoever, some as young as 14.
Oh but your Govt assures you they have good reason.
"I see dead people"
Your govt discards the Geneva conventions but assures you it's all for the best.
"I see dead people"
The latest indignity (but you're numb, dispassionate, neutered, beyond hope, dead)
ALL immigrants, each and every fucking one of us, no longer has the right of habeas corpus .
What the hell huh? I'm flattering myself thinking it even concerns me. It's centuries old, an historic stepping stone in humans march toward dignity and the erosion of the absolute right of kings but you'll sit there passively while it's taken away, because you are bred to be selfish or terminally distracted, your TV screens full of adverts for drugs that will anaesthetise you from that creeping despair that is your bodies way of telling you somethings deeply deeply fucked and it doesn't yet truly concern you.
You're probably right, I'm over-reacting.
I should take a pill.
"I see dead people"
On October 6th, 2006, Stephen Lendman wrote:
“On December 8, 1941, President Franklin Roosevelt addressed the US Congress the day after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. He said that “date….will live in infamy” because of what the naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan did. Two and one-half months later on February 19, 1942, FDR himself committed an infamous act signing into law Executive Order 9066 which authorized the internment of 120,000 Japanese civilians, two-thirds of whom were US citizens. These Americans committed no crimes and were only “guilty” of being of Japanese ancestry and thus by presidential edict were judged potential enemies of the state. Because of FDR’s action, these otherwise ordinary peace-loving Americans lost all their sacred constitutional protections including habeas corpus and their rights of trial by jury and to own and keep their property. They also lost all their other freedoms and were treated like criminals. They were sent against their will to concentration camps where they were interned for the duration of the war until 1946.
It should be noted no similar action was taken against white German Americans. It seems the Japanese then were more guilty of their skin color and race than their country of national origin. The US Supreme Court agreed in their 1944 landmark Korematsu v. United States decision in which a Court majority ruled military necessity justified their internment. Justice Frank Murphy and two other Justices disagreed denouncing the decision. In Justice Murphy’s dissent, he said this act amounted to the “legalization of racism.” It took until 1988 for the US Congress to undue this presidential act of infamy and High Court approval of it. It then passed Public Law 100-383 apologizing to those internees still living and their families, provided reparations for them (too late and far too inadequate), and created a public education fund to “inform the public about the internment of such individuals so as to prevent the recurrence of any similar event (ever again).”
Dare anyone suggest members of the 109th Congress have an immediate and urgent need for an industrial strength dose of its own re-education program. On two late September, 2006 days of infamy, the US House and Senate passed and sent to President Bush for his certain signature the Military Commissions Act of 2006 appropriately called “the torture authorization bill.” This clear unconstitutional act gives the administration extraordinary powers to detain, interrogate and prosecute alleged terror suspects and anyone thought to be their supporters. The law grants the executive branch (specifically President Bush) the extraordinary right to label anyone anywhere in the world an “unlawful enemy combatant” and gives him the legal right to arrest and incarcerate them indefinitely in military prisons. Persons liable will include anyone who even innocently contributes financially to a charitable organization thought to be associated with any nation or group the US believes supports terrorist or hostile actions against the US. On September 27 and 28, 2006, freedom and justice effectively died in the US, and no one will be secure anywhere in the world as long as this act is the law of the land. One day it will be repealed - if the republic survives long enough to do it which now is very much in question.
US citizens are not exempted from this law with one important exception - for now at least. Because of the June, 2004 Supreme Court Hamdi v. Rumsfeld decision, citizens of this country legally still retain their legal right to file a writ of habeas corpus if arrested and detained. This means they must be charged with a crime, be tried and allowed the right to appeal any conviction in a US court of law. But even this remaining right now hangs by a weak thread as the case of Jose Padilla shows. He’s a US citizen who was seized at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport having no weapons, declared an “enemy combatant” and held in military confinement with no ability to challenge his confinement in court. The Supreme Court refused to hear his case effectively giving the president the power to seize other citizens, subject them to the same abuse with no redress and thereby neutralize anyone’s habeas rights."
What does it take for you people to realise you have been conquered the wars been lost and you'll only actually notice in the late stages of the mopping up operations.
Remember Bush's statement "They hate our way of life"
I have to dredge every ounce of my self defensive and prodigious ability to find humour to create perspective enough for this to be amusing on any level.
I hold a green card, I have no rights whatsoever. Additionally i have a brain and write well.
I travel internationally constantly and the funny thing is, get this, I'm a solo mime, I'm paid to keep my mouth shut and make you laugh.
I'm taking my family out, somewhere we can live free.
Somewhere I can't be taken away and shackled for the rest of my life. Not that at this stage that's a probability but you know, the principle of the thing. Remember principles? There those things you had before you were sub-sheep. They can be painful , principles, but at the end of the day you can be proud of yourself, of your sacrifices, of what you stand for. What do you sad reminants stand for again?
Survival of the fittest?
My wifes family have been here since the 1700's (fallen aristocracy, adds flavour)
Her family has sacrificed quite a few units of their own flesh for the ideals that America adopted as it's own.
What a fucking waste.
At least they died believing in something. You people died during some sitcom and didn't even know it.

Dublin sans spellcheck

Dublin. Can't remember which year but it was the same year Tom Cruise did his 'far and away ' movie.
Loved Dublin, had been slugging it out in London when i got picked up for a bit part in some Thames TV childrens program and with the dosh from that I flew up to Dublin and almost immediately realised how much time I had been wasteing in London.
I'm more or less immune to over romanticising places and the Irish experience (as she is sold) is ripe for gushy stereotypical reinforcement. But although it was harsh and brutal and pitiless for the unwary it was also warm and wry and philosophical.
I checked it out first in the daytime and looked beneith the surface to see which streetkids mattered and which didn't. I spotted the alpha group led by a very short 14 year old pitbull guy.
i went off and came back in the evening with my gear and sure enough he and his crew were still there. I walked up and told him I was from a place far away and was here to do shows but wanted local help and could pay for it.
The help i wanted was sort of manifactured and political. I wanted someone to retrieve my hat after shows (risky but whatever) and hand me stuff from the ground and generally look out for me and I was prepared to give 8% of my earnings to who-ever did it and pay up to two people that each.
He accepted and chose his most recent adopted waif and recognised it would be an opportunity for the guy to afford a sleepingbag he badly needed. (Its been a while so names escape me, should I invent some?)

The recently adopted waif had just hit the streets having run away from an alchoholic mum and a new boyfriend (who I later got to meet, choice!)
Fuck it lets call him Adamnan - "the timid one"; name of an abbot of Iona.
The leader of the the pack was round 4 foot 7 but built real wide and had a kind of intensity and physicality dispite his hobbit like stature. He had that leaders quality that convinced you he was indeed the right person to be talking to, he was about 15.
Lets call him Doran - "stranger" or "exile."
They were just kids and the crew consisted of round 7 or 8 . Some of them were fairly formidable looking though.

So I did my first show on Grafton with them looking on, then another, then another.
Doran and Adamnan fluttered about between sets, dutifully collecting my hat and passing it up to me. Running down to the shop and buying me cans of fanta and explaining me to the other roving bands of streetkids who passed by , perhaps seeing opportunity but then seeing that I was already owned they either passed on or leaned about watching the proceedings.

I had secured my pitch and established a guard. I would earn between 100 and 200 pounds a night and take 16% of it out and give it to my two helpers. Doran, sometimes on his own and sometimes with company would walk me to the taxi stand usually after I’d spent a couple of hours in a nearby bar that generiously stored my gear in a cubboard and additionally had bouncers as another layer of security yards from my shows, behind me. Doran explained, he took his job seriously, that it was all very well to have someone look out for me while I was working but from his perspective it was prettty obvious that the easiest way to get at my cash was simply to wait until i had finished and grab me and my cash on the way home. So I’d pop out of the bar, find him somewhere on Grafton, (drinking my wages) and have him meet me back at the bar for the walk up grafton to the always populated taxi-stand at the end.

It was interesting being an employer. I had to improvise rules. The first situation to present itself was audience ownership. My guys would lounge about on the corner adajent to me so that the audience were front on to them and early on they started interacting and interjecting at tempting things like pretty girls and passing friends. I was, by my work, creating a playful atmosphere and they were playing too.
But it was distracting and I had to put it to them that i created the audience and they were mine and not theirs to fuck with. They were cool with it and settled down.
The second thing was turning up drunk for work. I told them they could be as stoned as they wanted but not pissed as it reflected on me and made me look bad and lowered the tone and atmosphere of the show area and they knew as well as i did that they were more likely to act like a pillock in front of my audience if drunk and also simply weren’t up to the job half cut.
They were cool with this too.
The only other thing is that i would usually start work shortly after 7pm after the flower cart that was set up all day on the corner packed up and went home.
Some times i’d be a wee bit late.
However they started to lag a bit about turning up at 7. I’d start without them (feeling just a little vunerable)
I had to tell them that I was the boss and they were the workers, I could be late, they couldn’t. If they couldn’t deal with that then cool i’d find someone else. By this time word had got around and we would get visited by other crews who would inspect me like some sort of interesting accessory...
To be cont...

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in your face... Noel Goden.

Well I'm cleaning out my files and changing my fonts and text sizes on my website in the writing section because for some demented reason I had thought chunky white text on a black background would be easier for the geriatric readers who I presumed made up the bulk of my readership. (Hi gran)
But she's dead now and never liked me anyway.
And in this mid winter spring clean I've come across discarded pieces and here's one.

Interview originally published in the netly news 14/2/98 What the Dali Lama is to Richard Gere, Noel Godin is to Anti-gravity Theatre.

Until last week, Noel Godin was relatively unknown in the United states. A 52 year old Belgian author, film historian, actor (the Sexual life of the Belgians) writer (cream and punishment) and "entarteur" (a Godin coinage that roughly translates as "encaker" or "pie-er")

Godin led the gang that gave to Bill Gates what so many of us can only dream of. A big wet pie in the face. The attack took place at the entrance of Le Concert Noble on Arlon st in Brussels and was widely reported in the press.

NN:
Who are you, Noel Goden?

Noel Goden :
I'm part of a gang of bad hellions that have declared the pie war on all the unpleasant celebrities in every kind of domain. (slogan: "Let's pie! Let's pie! Nincompoop guys!")

We began to act against "empty" celebrities from the artistic world who were thinking they were the cats whiskers. Then we attacked the TV news business in France, foe instance, Patrick Poivre D'Arvor [a famous French TV presenter]. Then it became political with Philippe Douste-Blazy in Cannes, the French minister of culture, or the other French minister Nicolas Sarkozy last year in Brussels.

N.N:
When did you first pie someone?

Noel Goden:
In November 1969, with French writer Marguerite Duras, who represented for us the "empty" novel.

NN:
Why did you choose Bill Gates?

Noel Goden:
Because in a way he is the master of the world, and then because he's offering his intelligence, his sharpened imagination and his power to the governments and to the world as it is today--that is to say gloomy, unjust and nauseating. He could have been a utopist, but he prefers being a lackey of the establishment. His power is effective and bigger than that of the leaders of the governments, who are only many coloured servants. So Bill Gates was at the top of our list of victims. The attack on him is symbolic, it's against hierarchical power itself. Our war cry was explicit: "Letｼs pie! Letｼs pie the polluting lolly!"

NN:
So you have a whole list of people you want to pie?

Noel Goden:
Yes, we have meetings here in my house. These are funny meetings We have a good time with good drinks and at the same time we plot. We always agree on the target choice and then we have to study how to reach the target.

NN:
How did you prepare to pie Bill Gates?

Noel Goden:
For several years, there's been a new phenomenon. Traitors appear in the entourage of our victims who contact us to give us firsthand information. Our victims, at first sight, are very unpleasant and they are far from being loved in their own circle; this is our trump. For instance, these last years Patrick Poivre D'Arvor, [producer] Daniel Toscan du Plantier and [French minister] Nicolas Sarkozy have been betrayed. In the case of Bill Gates, a member of the staff of Microsoft Belgium contacted us and gave us a mysterious rendezvous. Thanks to him, the operation was a success. Of course we won't give his name. It's a secret; only a few know his identity. But we want to tell it because we would be very amused if there was suspicion in the staff of Microsoft. "Who's the traitor?!"

It happened one week before the arrival of Bill Gates in Belgium. We received, little by little, very precise information about the planning of the Bill. Some Parisian accomplices followed him the day before, step by step, notably when he first met Lionel Jospin [French prime minister]. For instance, we learned that he was always escorted by five armed bodyguards, but no more. In Belgium, he had four motorcycle policemen and he had a very important rendezvous that day. So, to succeed, we only had one solution; our number. We were 30 individuals. That's why we succeeded. We were extremely determined, we were in a good mood. We were a funny commando.

We were divided in ?loupinesquesｾ [from his pseudonym, Le Gloupier] fighting units of three on Arlon street, where people were waiting for him in Le Concert Noble. There was traffic in the street so the plotters were anonymous. When Bill Gates arrived with screaming sirens, he walked outside his car and as he was climbing the steps several of our fighting units gathered and they created a kind of pie whirl that fell on him. The bodyguards were completely distraught. None of them even took out his gun. They were as dazed as Bill was.

NN:
Do you know why there's a traitor in the staff of Microsoft Belgium? What were his motivations?

Noel Goden:
This man told us he really loved Bill Gates in the past, saying that he was very cool and passionate. But little by little he considered that his power had tainted him, and that he was becoming more and more haughty with his own collaborators. So the man who gave us the information considered, and he's not alone, that it wouldn't be bad to teach Bill a lesson, to bring him back to reality. That's how he explained to us why he was doing it, He's far from being a member of our band, he's not an anarchist and he likes his work with Microsoft, but he thought it had to happen.

NN:
So you weren't paid by someone from Netscape or Oracle?

Goden:
Certainly not; I wasn't even aware of their existence.

NN:
Weren't you afraid of the armed bodyguards and the police?

Goden:
This time, yes, we were afraid. We didn't sleep well the night before.

We thought, since the bodyguards of Bill Gates are professional, they won't fire. I told my men, "Be happy and show it's only cream." To be strong , we drank some good Trappist beers. So they were laughing and joking when they went to the front... Of course I wasn't in the commando because the authorities, the press...they know my face. It would have been a mistake, even with a disguise. So I was on an adjacent street.



NN:
How many pies were thrown?

Goden:
Four touched Bill Gates in the face. There were 25 pies in all. One of the secrets of the gloupinesque operation is that you don't have to throw the pies. You must put the pies point-blank in the face of the victim. One of the members of the victorious commando is the filmmaker Remy Belvaux ("Man bites Dog"). He unfortunately lost his papers and so the cops revealed his identity.

NN:
What were their feelings just the second after they touched Bill Gates with the pie?

Goden:
The exhilaration of victory. Exquisite pleasure. The gloupinesque operations have a 95% success rate. But each time we are stressed and each time it's the same pleasure.

NN:
How did Bill Gates React?

Goden:
He had a kind of promotional smile that became a kind of smile made of sand...

NN:
When you touch your victim, don't you have the feeling of being powerful? You had pies, but it could have been a knife.

Goden:
Yes, but that is not our problem. We are comical terrorists and the pie is symbolic. The victim is only injured in his self-esteem. We take a lot of care that the pies can't hurt physically. The pastry is soft and full of cream.

NN:
Do you cook the pies?

Goden:
No, we are very lazy. We buy the pies in a shop nearby the place of the crime. This time, the pies were coming from a little shop called Au Petit Pain Frais, chaussee de Haecht.

NN:
Will Bill Gates pursue your commandos?

Goden:
No, it would be catastrophic for him and his reputation.

NN:
If someone gave you money to pie his enemy, would you accept it?

Goden:
We have never been pie mercenaries. But we've had several offers of a good amount of money. For instance, I had an offer to pie Catherine Deneuve in Cannes and also Sharon Stone. I refused. I love Catherine Deneuve and the movies of Jacques Demy; and that year Sharon Stone was in a western I really liked. So I had nothing against her. We are pie pirates. But if we receive money when we pie someone, we are not puritan leftists. We received money once: in the case of [famous French singer and actor] Patrick Bruel. We offered the money to the anarchist Parisian magazine Mordicus. So if anyone wants to give us money we won't misuse it. I could really enjoy life if I could earn much money doing this job! It's a big game and we have fun together. We want to live fast and to laugh as much as we can. We want to transform our lives just like Oscar Wilde wanted to. Everything is awful around us, so lets try to have fun.

NN:
If Bill Gates had come back in a few months in Belgium, would you pie him again?

Goden
We shall see. But we declare war on all the governments of the world, on Tony Blair, on Bill Clinton, on the Pope...When the pope last came to Belgium, if we had a traitor sponsoring us, we'd have pied him. We had a strategy. For us, the Pope is a dangerous serial killer because he is against birth control. On our blacklist you will also find Demi Moore; Tom Cruise and John Travolta, who are both members of the Scientology; Bill Graham... On the other hand, we have more and more sympathisers everywhere. We had thousands of propositions to help us, even abroad. We also have many enemies. But we are like the characters of a cartoon. We are like Laurel & Hardy, Bugs Bunny, The Marx Brothers, the Yippies of May 1968.

Written by Hugues Henry, lifted by Anti-gravity theatre and transcribed to save you advertisements you so desperately don't need.

Pnet,

I'm impressed that your curiosity brought you this far.
Very little to see here. Just a vague, sparse, lazy attempt at another outlet.
I'll get back to you after the couple of days Dan Holzman professes to need have passed.
Not that i take him seriously of course. I'm amazed at the earnestness of some of the posters.
To question whether Dans serious or not. Take a bottle of wry pills and see me in the morning.
I'm all set up for a reply but part of the pleasure of being so transparently baited is that what little tension there is available can be inhanced by simply letting it hang.
One line that I'm looking forward to is to gently and mock sympathetically point out the error made by dan (he's done it before, its obviously a failing) in confusing me, my personality, with a fistful of vaseline.
more later.
http://www.performers.net/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=4127

Post rapture advice for sinners. (You know who you are).

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Originally uploaded by winsomecowboy.

I'm starting to miss performing on a daily basis. NY would just shut me down. Its probably just a monday thing.
Worked at a charity thing for the local village library held in the church hall over the weekend and the eclectic potpourri of weekend mansion owning New York old moneys and the transplanted NY permanents and the New england 3 century local valley-owners and their 7 generations of extended family remnants were all there.
I indulged myself and made them all apprehensive and distrusting to begin with then redeemed myself through comic disfunction. (and a little skill)

Sufficiently advanced satire is indistinguishable from reality

Sorry, I'm weaning myself. There will be at most one political post per week. (unless its diabolically comic)