L'Empire est entrain de s'effondrer

«Riots, Demonstrations and New Agencies of Change
August 25, 2011 By Saul Landau


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An angry demonstration virus spreads to country after country in response to negligent and callous political leaders who have ignored the basic needs of their citizens. Instead, they have bowed or eagerly catered to demands of multinational corporations and banks, thus deepening the already profound world’s income gap. In 2011, billions face hunger, or even starvation. A smaller elite has accumulated even more wealth.



In 2011, the shit hit the proverbial fan. The “Arab Streets” revolted. In Greece, Spain and England the socialists had already assumed the politics of the capitalists. The banks became the means and ends of policy.



Millions of Greeks took to the streets to protest cuts in basic rights their ancestors had won in struggle; not gifts from benevolent governments. Citizens in the streets, where they belong, beget police brutality.



Then “indignados” or angry young unemployed crowds in Spain demanded jobs and respect. Police responded brutally, predictably. Like Greece, Spain has a socialist government. Yet, “the unemployment rate for Spaniards under the age of thirty is around 40 percent—about twice as high as the overall rate. This fact alone explains much of the indignation behind the indignados.” Jordi Pérez Colomé (http://commonwealmagazine.org) 08/09/2011



London’s Daily Mail labeled rioters in several British cities “feral teenagers," referring to adolescents and post adolescents hurling bottles, stones and bricks, setting fires and looting. The cops, recipients of some of the tossed missiles, could not contain these indignant urban protesters.



Familiar TV scenes ensued. Frustrated police chased citizens to whom the Prime Minister had appealed as worthy voters. Anger over his policies, however, made them worthy of his condemnation: "social misfits," "bandits," and "violent, irrational people." He had already condemned them by cutting off services the Labor Movement had won decades ago.



Prime Minister Cameron’s moral righteousness conflicted with revelations of his coziness with corrupt police officials linked to the Murdoch gang. Add large-scale unemployment to a government intent on pursuing austerity for the poor and gluttony for the rich. Britain's upper crust sucks in 100 times more than the bottom classes. 11 million employed people still live below the poverty line. In Tottenham, where the London riots erupted, “75 per cent of children were classified as `struggling’. About 650,000 London children live like this.” Stephen Hume, Vancouver Sun, August 17, 2011



To alleviate a century plus of class war between workers and owners, poor and rich, the advertising geniuses found their real opiate: get the masses addicted to shopping, living vicariously through lives of the rich and famous; re-live youth by watching sports on TV.



The fruits of capitalism, spreading poverty and unemployment, plus billions of dollars for the few, routinely get portrayed as the result of personal failings, bad luck or stupid life choices, not as systemic design flaws.



England, Greece, Spain and the United States experience high levels of unemployment. The governments respond by slashing budgets for education and other needed services. Simultaneously governments arrest the homeless and hungry, what Barbara Ehrenreich called “criminalizing poverty.”



Horatio Alger’s American Dream and its British equivalent exist only in the oratory of Michelle Bachman and Rick Perry who continue to assume the possibilities of non-existent social and economic mobility. After 30 years we can say: Reagan’s trickle down theory worked – poverty has indeed trickled down (David Harvey).



Urban poor and unemployed in some countries caught the activism virus. They demanded housing in Israel, not settlements in Palestinian territory. In India, a fasting anti-corruption leader got jailed. In China also citizens had enough crap (pollution and corruption) and staged demonstrations.



In August Chilean students caught the fever. TV videos showed people pounding on pots and pans (cacerolazo) only this time the atonal music makers housewives were not protesting against the Pinochet dictatorship and army officers’ wives were not trying to intimidate the Allende government.



The early August demonstrations in Chile resonated with a new musical theme: we are young people and deserve to become the actors on the stage of our history.



TV cameras panned to the rhythms of hands thumping pots. Citizens had re-claimed their streets. They erected barricades and lit fires in front of the heavily armed police who fired tear gas. Then the cops beat those who dared occupy the streets.



For 17 years, Pinochet had imposed military fascism to teach Chileans obedience. In 1990, he submitted to an election and got voted out. A coalition of Christian Democrats and Socialists restored democracy, but not socialism. Right wing President Pinera has pushed for the full return of the aggressive “free market” Pinochet had violently enforced after Allende’s attempt to create a more equal society. In response to “freedom” for capital to control all aspects of life tens of thousands of young Chileans took over schools and streets demanding free and high quality education.



Like students in Allende’s Unidad Popular era, Chilean youth have become actors in their own drama, driven by the need to rid Chile of “privatization mania” that extended to education.



Like their counterparts around the world, the students eschewed traditional political parties who have betrayed poor and working people (See Adrian Wright, “Chile shaken by student revolt” 8/14/11 http://www.greenleft.org.au/taxonomy/term/2577).



We have witnessed new agencies of change on the world stage. Where are the script writers? Or will the new actors write their own?



Landau’s WILL THE REAL TERRORIST PLEASE STAND UP is distributed by Cinema Libre Studio. He is an Institute for Policy Studies fellow. CouterPunch published his BUSH & BOTOX WORLD.»

Antonio Negri est présentement entrain de courrir dans la rue en criant « c'est le communisme, c'est le communisme!».

«The fruits of capitalism, spreading poverty and unemployment, plus billions of dollars for the few, routinely get portrayed as the result of personal failings, bad luck or stupid life choices, not as systemic design flaws.»

Plusieurs personnes n'arrivent pas à se mettre ça dans la tête, dont la blogueuse Clarissa, qui est pourtant très intelligente. Mais comme bien d'autres, elle s'est endormie devant le rêve américain.


«Like students in Allende’s Unidad Popular era, Chilean youth have become actors in their own drama, driven by the need to rid Chile of “privatization mania” that extended to education.»

Les jeunes doivent devenir des acteurs et des actrices historiques, soit ceux et celles de leur propre Histoire, de leurs propres vies. Je ne cesse de le répéter, mais je suis un ti-coune et on ne m'écoute jamais. Il faut croire que l'Histoire parlera d'elle-même, comme elle l'a toujours fait. Tôt ou tard les jeunes allaient se soulever et c'est ce qu'on voit en ce moment. Nous devons créer notre propre avenir et nos propres espoirs, car les classes dirigeantes ont d'autres plans en tête.

Tu sais quoi ma belle?

Mange dont de la marde.

Les études le confirment

http://lapresseaffaires.cyberpresse.ca/cv/vie-au-travail/201108/21/01-4427664-les-bons-gars-finissent-ils-vraiment-les-derniers.php?utm_categorieinterne=trafficdrivers&utm_contenuinterne=cyberpresse_B2_cv_1476666_accueil_POS1

Pas surprenant dans une société capitaliste et patriarcale.



"Stuck With Me"

I'm not part of your elite
I'm just alright
Class structure waving colors
Bleeding from my throat
Not subservient to you I'm just alright
Down classed by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope

Cast out... Buried in a hole
Struck down... forcing me to fall
Destroyed... giving up the fight
Well, I know I'm not alright

What's my price and will you pay it if it's alright?
Take it from my dignity
waste it until it's dead
Throw me back into the gutter
'Cause it's alright
Find another pleasure fucker
Drag them down to hell

Cast out... Buried in a hole
Struck down... forcing me to fall
Destroyed... giving up the fight
Well, I know I'm not alright

Cast out... Buried in a hole
Struck down... forcing me to fall
Destroyed... giving up the fight
Well, I know I'm not alright

Je sais même plus pourqoi j'essaie

Je n'aime rien!, deuxième partie

Vous pouvez aller ici pour comprendre le concept et le contexte. http://anarhilisme.blogspot.com/2011/07/je-naime-rien.html
Vous pouvez aussi ne pas cliquer le lien et vous déguiser en girafe. ChacunE doit suivre sa voie.

En gros ce billet va porter sur Rise Against, qui est pour l'instant mon groupe favori. Il a délogé Anti-flag, ce qui n'est pas peu dire. Je pourrais nommer les Colocs, mais je pense que j'aime plus dédé fortin que les Colocs comme tel.

J'adore la musique, au cas où vous n'aviez pas remarqué. Peu de gens semblent me comprendre, voir personne, et je me retrouve pas mal plus dans la musique qu'à travers les gens que je croise au quotidien. Il fut un temps où je ne pouvais plus écouter aucune musique, mais j'étais au stade de loque humaine.

J'ai déjà mis en ligne plusieurs de leurs chansons réçament qui proviennent de leur dernier album endgame, donc je vais tenter de mettre celles que je n'ai pas déjà mis. Il y en a d'autres qui proviennent d'autres albums que j'ai mis au cours de l'existence de ce blog, mais je vais les mettre tout de même.

Par titre d'album :

Endgame :











Appeal to Reason :



The Sufferer & the Witness



















Siren Song of the Counter Culture





À suivre....

La jeunesse en a marre

Une bonne partie du moins.

"Young"

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain.
I see the love; I see the hate; I see this world that we can make!
I see life I see the sky. Give it all to see you fly...
Yes! we wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it!!
Watch the beauty of all our lives passing right before my eyes.
I hear the hate in all your words all the wars to make us hurt
We get so sick of so sick; we never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live!

So we
March to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun - we are numb!

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

As we walk among these shadows, these streets, these field of battle
Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles.
Hear us whisper in the dark hear in the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our heart fleeting hope as we depart
All together, walk alone against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home
But you take all we are; the innocence of our hearts.
Make us kneel before the alter as you tear us apart!

So we
March to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun - we are numb!

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all

We will fight or we will fall
till the angels save us all...

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We are young!
But we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

London calling!

Mais qui va répondre? Je veux dire, en dehors des forces de l'ordre...


Ajouts : «Violence is rarely mindless. The politics of a burning building, a smashed-in shop or a young man shot by police may be obscured even to those who lit the rags or fired the gun, but the politics are there. Unquestionably there is far, far more to these riots than the death of Mark Duggan, whose shooting sparked off the unrest on Saturday, when two police cars were set alight after a five-hour vigil at Tottenham police station. A peaceful protest over the death of a man at police hands, in a community where locals have been given every reason to mistrust the forces of law and order, is one sort of political statement. Raiding shops for technology and trainers that cost ten times as much as the benefits you're no longer entitled to is another. A co-ordinated, viral wave of civil unrest across the poorest boroughs of Britain, with young people coming from across the capital and the country to battle the police, is another».

http://www.zcommunications.org/panic-on-the-streets-of-london-by-laurie-penny

http://www.zcommunications.org/tottenham-this-is-what-you-get-fire-by-clarence-williams

http://www.zcommunications.org/will-the-revolution-begin-in-london-j30-general-strike-by-laurie-penny#comment_container_180426

Autre meurtre de la police, autre émeute de la population

http://www.radio-canada.ca/nouvelles/International/2011/08/06/007-londres-tottenham-manifestations.shtml

Je viens de tomber là-dessus et je ne connais pas les détails.

Je n'ai rien contre les révoltes et les émeutes (est-ce que j'ai le droit de dire ça sur mon blog?), mais c'est souvent un phénomène éphémère où les gens passent leurs frustrations. Je peux comprendre et je ne condamne pas, mais selon moi la solution à long terme passe par l'organisation politique.

Seul problème c'est que je ne vois pas vraiment qui pourrait jouer ce rôle au Québec et à Montréal. Peut-être l'UCL, mais ils et elles devront selon moi changer leur stratégie, du moins d'un point de vue extérieur. C'est peut-être moi qui ne comprend pas ce que l'UCL cherche à faire ou plus précisément, comment ils et elles vont faire pour «radicaliser les masses».

De toute façon, je crois que la révolution doit être internationale ou elle ne sera point.

C'est ma fête!

Un jour sans importance certes, mais les possibilités de blagues sont multiples pour un éternel pessimiste.






All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's just like breathing or not wanting to
There are some things you can't fake
I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
And there below
His frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can't believe that he's really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song and
I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can't wait.

Et moi qui aurait aimé les rejoindre.....