December282012
“A Boss in Heaven is the best excuse for a boss on earth, therefore If God did exist, he would have to be abolished.”

Mikhail Bakunin (via dirtysquatter)

^can’t reblog enough

June212012
April262012
socialrupture:

Large rock and molotov cocktail thrown into Wells Fargo by anarchist(s) — Portland, OR
Communique:
“A large rock and subsequent molotov cocktail were tossed at a Wells Fargo window late last night (April 25) in Northeast Portland, Oregon.
Wells Fargo displays a blatant disregard for any sort of social or environmental concerns, so may the flames from the molotov burn long and do their work! Hopefully next time (and with a larger rock) the whole building will go down with it (and maybe a newspaper box will be pushed into the street for good measure ;P)..
Solidarity to the recent Mars Hill Church smashing here in Portland, done in memory of Mark Aguhar, an artist and trans/queer femme of color who recently killed herself, and other trans women and queers tormented within today’s cissexist, femmephobic, racist, and transmisogynistic society and in the name of an intangible god.
Solidarity to all those queers, people of color, and other folks who are marginalized, imprisoned and policed in the interest of vile financial institutions such as Wells Fargo.
WE QUEERS MAKE TOTAL DESTROY! Fuck all of the institutions which systematically subject us, churches and banks alike!
Heating things up for May Day!!!
(A)”
http://greycoast.wordpress.com/2012/04/26/large-rock-and-molotov-cocktail-thrown-at-wells-fargo-bank-portland/

socialrupture:

Large rock and molotov cocktail thrown into Wells Fargo by anarchist(s) — Portland, OR

Communique:

“A large rock and subsequent molotov cocktail were tossed at a Wells Fargo window late last night (April 25) in Northeast Portland, Oregon.

Wells Fargo displays a blatant disregard for any sort of social or environmental concerns, so may the flames from the molotov burn long and do their work! Hopefully next time (and with a larger rock) the whole building will go down with it (and maybe a newspaper box will be pushed into the street for good measure ;P)..

Solidarity to the recent Mars Hill Church smashing here in Portland, done in memory of Mark Aguhar, an artist and trans/queer femme of color who recently killed herself, and other trans women and queers tormented within today’s cissexist, femmephobic, racist, and transmisogynistic society and in the name of an intangible god.

Solidarity to all those queers, people of color, and other folks who are marginalized, imprisoned and policed in the interest of vile financial institutions such as Wells Fargo.

WE QUEERS MAKE TOTAL DESTROY! Fuck all of the institutions which systematically subject us, churches and banks alike!

Heating things up for May Day!!!

(A)”

http://greycoast.wordpress.com/2012/04/26/large-rock-and-molotov-cocktail-thrown-at-wells-fargo-bank-portland/

(via new-here-again)

2PM
leahxvx:

the-cunt-crystal:
DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king…
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An’ how’d you get that, eh? By exploitin’ the workers — by ‘angin’ on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an’ social differences in our society! If there’s ever going to be any progress—
WOMAN: Dennis, there’s some lovely filth down here. Oh — how d’you do?
ARTHUR: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who’s castle is that?
WOMAN: King of the who? A
RTHUR: The Britons.
WOMAN: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: Well, we all are. we’re all Britons and I am your king.
WOMAN: I didn’t know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS: You’re fooling yourself. We’re living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes—
WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again.
DENNIS: That’s what it’s all about if only people would—
ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don’t have a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you. We’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,—
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: —but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more—
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN: Order, eh — who does he think he is?
ARTHUR: I am your king!
WOMAN: Well, I didn’t vote for you.
ARTHUR: You don’t vote for kings.
WOMAN: Well, ‘ow did you become king then?
ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, [angels sing] her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!
DENNIS: Listen — strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: Well you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went around sayin’ I was an empereror just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they’d put me away!
ARTHUR: Shut up! Will you shut up!
DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I’m being repressed!
ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!
DENNIS: Oh, what a give away. Did you hear that, did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about — did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn’t you?
Laugh forever

leahxvx:

the-cunt-crystal:

DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king…
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An’ how’d you get that, eh? By exploitin’ the workers — by ‘angin’ on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an’ social differences in our society! If there’s ever going to be any progress—
WOMAN: Dennis, there’s some lovely filth down here. Oh — how d’you do?
ARTHUR: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who’s castle is that?
WOMAN: King of the who? A
RTHUR: The Britons.
WOMAN: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: Well, we all are. we’re all Britons and I am your king.
WOMAN: I didn’t know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS: You’re fooling yourself. We’re living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes—
WOMAN: Oh there you go, bringing class into it again.
DENNIS: That’s what it’s all about if only people would—
ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don’t have a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you. We’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,—
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: —but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more—
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN: Order, eh — who does he think he is?
ARTHUR: I am your king!
WOMAN: Well, I didn’t vote for you.
ARTHUR: You don’t vote for kings.
WOMAN: Well, ‘ow did you become king then?
ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, [angels sing] her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!
DENNIS: Listen — strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: Well you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went around sayin’ I was an empereror just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they’d put me away!
ARTHUR: Shut up! Will you shut up!
DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I’m being repressed!
ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!
DENNIS: Oh, what a give away. Did you hear that, did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about — did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn’t you?

Laugh forever

(Source: tonofstupidness, via oddment-tweak)

April142012

leahxvx:

mikexvx:

Now taking PRE-ORDERS for this shirt. They won’t be finished for another 2-4 weeks, but I’m trying to get an idea of how many need to be printed. Feel free to check out my ETSY for other rad items!

Shirts are here: http://www.etsy.com/listing/97557377/no-god-no-master-no-problem-tshirt

So, yeah. This shirt is fucking awesome and I can’t wait to get mine because I’m going to wear it alll fucking summer! Party! 

going to read in the park all day every day wearing just this (sleeveless, duh), short shorts, and flip flops all summer! yay

(via leahxvx)

April102012
April82012

Greek protestors beat off duty police man, strip him of his uniform, and burn it.

riotjoke:

Protesters attacked one policeman at Syntagma Square, near the spot where Dimitris Christoulas, 77, committed suicide on Wednesday morning. Dimitris stated in his suicide note that his pension had been cut and he chose to end his life in order to have “…a dignified end, before resorting to going through garbage in order to cover my nutritional needs.” The policeman was stripped of his uniform and some equipment which was burned on the spot of the suicide. There have been many protests and clashes with authorities in response to the suicide.

One day, I believe, the youth with no future will take up arms and hang the national traitors at syntagma square, just like the Italians did with Mussolini in 1945 (at Milan’s Piazzale Loreto)

–Dimitris Christoulas, Syntagma, Athens, April 4th, 2012

(Source: )

April42012
March292012

24 hour general strike underway in Spain

riotjoke:

Workers and youths assemble barricades in front of one of Spains largest food suppliers early this morning in an attempt to block trucks from entering or exiting.

Spains major unions have called for a 24 hour general strike that started this morning with several blockades being erected to prevent commercial and public vehicles from continuing their normal routine. The strike is in response to new spending cuts by the spanish government. The new conservative government and its prime minister Mariano Rajoy have introduced several austerity measures in the 100 days they have been in power including $11.85bn worth of spending cuts, $8.39bn in tax rises, reduced severance pay for laid-off workers, and reforms making it easier to hire and fire workers.

Regular updates about the strike

Spains three anarchist unions call for participation in the strike

(Source: )

March282012

Words of Anarchist Assassins

aflameoffreedom:

Destruction means construction, for to destroy a false belief is indeed most constructed work.” - Alexander Berkman

At trial: “We would no doubt end up understanding quicker that the anarchists are right when they say that in order to have moral and physical tranquillity, we must destroy the causes that create crimes and criminals : it is not by suppressing he who, rather than die a slow death by the deprivations that he has had to and will have to undergo, with no hope of seeing them end, prefers, if he has a bit of energy, take by force that which can assure him well-being, even at the risk of his own death which can only be an end to his sufferings… “What is needed then? Destroy poverty, that source of crime, by assuring to each the satisfaction of all needs! And how difficult is this to achieve? It would suffice to establish society on new bases where everything would be in common and each, producing according to their aptitudes and strengths, could consume according to their needs. Then we would no longer see people like the hermit of Notre-Dame-de-Grace and others crave a metal of which they become the slaves and the victims!” - Ravachol

Last words before execution: “Death to the Bourgeoisie! Long live Anarchy!” - Auguste Vaillant

At trial: “Hanged in Chicago, beheaded in Germany, garroted in Xerez, shot in Barcelona, guillotined in Montbrison and in Paris, our dead are many; but you have not been able to destroy anarchy. Its roots go deep: its spouts from the bosom of a rotten society that is falling apart; it is a violent backlash against the established order; it stands for the aspirations to equality and liberty which have entered the lists against the current authoritarianism. It is everywhere. That is what makes it indomitable, and it will end by defeating you and killing you.” - Emile Henry

Proudly at trial: “I heard the “Marseillaise” and the cries of “Viva Carnot!” I saw the cavalry come up. I understood that the moment had come and I held myself ready. On seeing the President’s carriage I drew my dagger and threw away the sheath. Then, when the carriage was passing close by me, I sprang forward to the step, supported myself by resting my left hand on the carriage, and with my right hand buried the dagger in the President’s breast.”  - Sante Geronimo Caserio

Once the prisoner was seated and the firing squad had assumed its position facing him, one soldier approached him, carrying a blindfold. He came up behind Di Giovanni. He placed the blindfold before the prisoner’s eyes but the latter said:

“I don’t want to be blindfolded”.

But when the trooper insisted, he jerked his head back. Then the trooper withdrew, after having tied him to the chair with a rope crisscrossing his chest.

When the squad was ready to fire and the sergeant gestured the order to shoot, Di Giovanni stiffened against the back of the chair. He raised his head. All of his muscles tensed and then, lifting his body insofar as he was able he poured all of his being into one cry. And so the silence of that moment was broken by a shrill cry rising from his throat…

Long live Anarchy!Evviva l’Anarchia!”- Severino Di Giovanni 

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