God Is an Anarchist, Part 1: Introduction I set the timer. You know what I would really like to see right now? Streets full of dead cops and the bodies of unrepentant politicians hanging from lightposts while the crows rip open their greasy, horrified, exposed eyeballs. Frozen in that goddamn stupid politician glare writ large. One last election, and they all win. Nature votes them out of office. Once the cleanup of the bodies is done, and the corpses are hauled away — and…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 2: Asheville, N.C. Her ass was very round. And nice. And I imagined it tasted like mocha. I only had two dollars in my wallet, though, and could not pay for any services — and even if I would've had the money I wouldn’t’ve because I had this fear about STDs. But all the same I did want to. The thoughts of viruses killing me brought me to some kind of sobriety even in that borderline blacked-out state, however, and won out. I’d been stumbling around…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 3: Smoky Mountain Biology They say God has a plan for everyone and everyone’s life is special and God protects people. But I remember someone was in a car crash at my old church and the preacher said it's a miracle they survived, and it’s a miracle God protected them. But the people in the other car died. That fucker never talked about them. GoD’s WaYs ArE BeYoNd OuRs AnD iT WaS JuSt ThEiR TiMe. But let me ask you, is it God’s plan that the people…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 4: Mikey's Letter It was right there on the desk. No sign of Mikey. The house empty. Even though he had had his own place, he did frequent my shitty, cheese-wedge-shaped apartment (a tiny, drafty slice of a large house separated from the other renters) a lot, and would leave behind a dingy, rust-stained pillow with no pillowcase, a toothbrush, and maybe a half-consumed Copenhagen chew canister now and then — other such artifacts. These were all…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 5: Good Morning, Okayama I woke up in Asia, I’m not sure where. Was the timer still ticking? In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s what sent me on my way here. Regardless, Mike was gone and so was everything else — well, at least geographically. Of course, I really knew where I was, but what I’m trying to do is describe the feeling. After college I decided that dropping roots in a Midwest nowhere town — where people were kind enough in a way, but their…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 6: 'A Is A' in Asia Okay then, Mikey. Without the government, who takes care of people who can’t pay for healthcare? He had flown into Narita two weeks ago, this was his last day in Japan. We'd stayed in Tokyo three days, and then taken the bullet train up to my small apartment in Niigata City, on the other side of the country, right next to the Sea of Japan. Well, first, people ALREADY can’t pay for that shit under YOUR current paradigm, you stupid…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 7: A Pig Chooses Humanity The ambulance doors were closing and I could see the young police officer talking to Mike through the shrinking gap between. They were standing across the parking lot, Mikey looking down at the oil-stained pavement as the officer spoke. We made eye contact just as the doors shut completely and I gave a guilty wave. He'd probably be in jail tonight because of me. Goddammit. The EMT was asking questions but I was — apart from…
God Is an Anarchist, Part 8: Laughing Mormon Jazz I was almost gonna end the book on that last chapter. I probably shouldn't indulge myself, but I had this dream on Mikey’s last night, and to leave it out would be too fucking sad. Anyway, I'll make it quick. When I faded off to sleep that night, I guess it was Mikey's slow, steady breathing that created the whole atmosphere of this dream. I was floating into a massive gray sky — somehow more endless than a clear, blue sky —…
My Body Is Mine. No Caveats. Whether You Agree or Not Is 100% Irrelevant. My body is mine. I own myself. I own the property I non-violently acquire thereby. Whether or not you agree with this is irrelevant. You say I have to pay taxes to support war. To build roads. To pay for healthcare. You say it is also "voluntary." It is not voluntary. If I refuse to pay for American soldiers to rape 15-year old girls in Iraq and massacre non-violent people in foreign lands, I will be…
Why I Don't Care About "Covid" Mask BS, Plus Other Thoughts. Why I don't care when idiots shame me about not wearing a mask: Pictured above are a bunch of so-called "world leaders" at the recent G7 meeting, including Japanese prime minister Kishida Fumio. Pictured below are kids at a Japanese elementary school. Aside from this photo being proof the parasite class is unafraid of the supposedly deadly virus called "covid," there's already a mountain of statistical evidence…
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