The telephone rang.

Jason Wilkins roused himself out of his dough-and-flour-addled stupor, and gazed at the ringing noise emanating from the receiver. He was tall, even for an American, this despite his father’s very average height and his mother’s petite build. Some had suggested – in hushed tones and never to his face, of course – that it was because his mother had long ago taken an … interest in the very tall mailman who’d graced their neighborhood mail delivery route for so many years. Mail delivery was one of those necessary evils of modern American life; a citizen could send his friends and colleagues e-mail faxes that arrived in the blink of an eye, but there was always the reactionary old contingent who’d never wanted to bother with these “modern contraptions” who insisted on writing letters on paper and sending them through the antiquated network of delivery trucks and post offices, and so long as this contingent existed the mail would also have to exist.

The telephone rang again. Jason wanted to groan and roll his eyes, but he suppressed this urge and put on the mask of outward neutrality expected of a Pizza Maker Second Class. He’d graduated from the Pizza Making Academy with high honors, learning all the nuances of flavor balance, oven management, and paddle flipping – not to mention the highly prized art of crust spinning – that went into any Pizza Maker in the service. But he’d also learned the importance of Customer relations, and of the need to project a combined air of confidence and deportment whenever he answered the phone.

He slapped the flour dust from his hands, grasped the receiver, and placed it next to his ear. The light codes on the telephone’s front panel danced from flashing red to solid green, letting him know that a live connection had been established.

“Pizza Barn,” he intoned. “Is this for dine in, pick up, or delivery?”

“Before we begin,” the deep, resonant voice on the other end of the line said, “Let me thank you for taking the time out of your schedule to talk to me.” Of course, Jason knew, this appearance of graciousness was just a formality. Any Pizza Maker who’d ever received a call from a Customer knew that you made time for them, rain or shine, day or night, when the call came in. “I know many of you must be concerned about the latest announcements from the U.S. Department of Labor,” the voice continued, “Which underscore the slower-than-expected growth our domestic economy has experienced over the last Fiscal quarter. Let me assure you that I in no way intend to withhold and funds from the unwritten custom of tipping that has become so prevalent in your industry.”

Inwardly, Jason breathed a sigh of relief. Tipping was the custom of paying extra – usually a percentage of the price paid for goods and services rendered – as a reward for outstanding service on the part of the service provider. At least, this was how the custom had gotten started. In practice, the custom had spread to the point where now a tip was expected even if merely average-quality service was provided. A man who transported a freshly-made pizza from the production facility to the Customer’s residence could usually count on receiving 15 percent of the pizza’s price as free money he could keep for himself, in addition to the salary paid him by his employer. As a result, employers typically took advantage of this situation and set their deliverers’ salaries artificially low. Since, technically, there was no legal requirement for the Customer to pay the tip, Customers who had fallen on hard economic times had been known to simply not pay it, leaving the delivery man barely able to subsist on the paltry wages his employer provided. Jason knew the co-worker who was assigned to delivery duty tonight, Pizza Delivery Person Third Class Alonzo Gomez, and had seen the despondent look on his face more than once when Alonzo had returned after a delivery without a tip in his pocket. But this customer had just given his assurance that he would be tipping, thereby relieving Jason of the worries he harbored for his co-worker and comrade.

“As to your original question,” the voice on the phone resumed their conversation, “Of the three options you’ve offered to me, I think Delivery would be the most prudent at this juncture.”

“All right,” Jason replied, maintaining his professional calm, “What’s your address?”

“One two seven one five Harboraz Street,” the voice answered. “That’s Harboraz spelled like Harbor with an A-Z on the end.”

“Is there an apartment number?” Jason asked. Although most Americans preferred to live in single-family units, there were many who, either through economic difficulty or a desire to live close by other specific individuals or simply not caring for the investment a single-family unit entailed, ended up living in large complexes of dewllings called apartments. Some apartment complexes towered dozens of stories high, a feat that would have been impossible in a pre-Bessemer civilization that lacked the ability to mass-manufacture steel. Others sprawled along the ground only a story or two high. But whatever size the complex was, it was always important to indentify which of the many individual units within that apartment complex one lived in. This was usually accomplished by a number, molded in metal and affixed to the center of the unit’s front door. Even the antiquated mail delivery system still relied on apartment numbers to route letters to the appropriate box when delivering mail to an apartment complex.

“No,” the voice replied immediately, “No apartment number.”

“What’s the nearest cross street?” Jason continued. In truth, his software would be able to tell him exactly where 12715 Harboraz Street was, and even the exact course that Alonzo could follow in his delivery vehicle to get him there in the least possible time. Modern delivery vehicles were the pinnacle of safety and comfort, but their basic design had changed little from the Model T that had seen service a century ago. An engine produced power by combusting air with gasoline vapor inside a cylinder, which drove a piston attached to a crankshaft. This spinning shaft provided torque that could be routed to the vehicle’s wheels through a series of shafts and gears. The wheels themselves mounted inflated rubber rings that pushed against the road surface and impelled the vehicle forward – or provided braking force if the driver chose to slow down. The contact between the wheels and the road, however, intimately depended on the planet’s gravity, and as such each vehicle was restricted to operating entirely on the surface of the planet. This meant that special roadways had had to be built throughout every city, roadways big enough and smooth enough to allow vehicles to pass. The route any driver took to his destination consisted of a series of turns, as these streets often intersected one another, creating a situation where vehicles following along one street had to be careful not to collide with vehicles following a street that crossed theirs. This series of successive turns could easily be figured out by modern map software – a feat that just three decades earlier would have seemed like science fiction – but there was always that tiny, tiny chance that the software would make a mistake, or that the street name in question might have been misspelled, and in that case it was vitally important that the driver have the name of another street nearby that ran perpendicular to the street he was interested in.

“The cross street,” the voice resumed as though a dissertation on the history of urban traffic had not at all intervened, “Is 4th Avenue.”

Jason dutifully wrote this latest piece of information down on a note pad he’d had sitting next to the phone for exactly this purpose. He followed the practice his manager had suggested weeks earlier and wrote in ink, using a hand-held ball-point ink pen made by the Paper Mate company that lay at the end of a tether next to the phone. Ink had had a long and proud history, dating back almost to the dawn of writing itself. He mused about the long, tortuous road leading from the first accountants’ tally marks in ancient Mesopotamia to the sophisticated symbolic system of writing modern Americans now enjoyed, but pushed that thought aside to maintain the proper professional air of aloof concentration that Customer relations required.

Then, mentally, he braced himself for the next stage of the phone conversation. He knew it was coming, knew it was as inevitable as next morning’s rise of the G2 primary his planet orbited at a comfortable 8 light-minutes, but still he viewed it with trepidation, as he did every time a call got to this stage. “And,” he began, smoothing every edge out of his voice he didn’t intend to project, “What would you like?”

“Well,” the voice answered, “I have in my hand a coupon, bearing the imprint of Pizza Barn and the telephone number I’m now calling you at.”

Inwardly, Jason winced. Coupons were another of those necessary evils that had the potential to make the job of the Pizza Maker a living hell. They enticed a Customer to order goods or services when he wouldn’t otherwise be inclined to do so, by offering special pricing incentives that would expire if not used by the printed time limit. They also served as a kind of advertising for the company that printed them. However, the pricing deals they spelled out were often convoluted combinations that required the simultaneous ordering of multiple products, and more often than not the exact wording of those combinations appeared only on the coupon itself, copies of which were not made available at the production site – meaning the Pizza Maker answering the phone had no way of verifying the validity of the Customer’s interpretation of the coupon while taking his order. Jason recalled the many times a Customer had presented him with the coupon he’d discussed while making a telephone order, only to discover that the deal was different than the one the Customer had quoted or that the coupon had expired a week ago. In those circumstances, making the Customer happy could, and often did, become an exercise in futility.

“This coupon,” the voice on the phone continued, “Allows me to purchase two medium-sized one-topping pizzas, and receive the second one at half price, so long as the second pizza is of equal or lesser value to the first.”

Thank goodness, Jason thought. This coupon he recognized from a Pizza Barn flyer that had been mailed to his own residence earlier this week. The flyer had not been addressed to him by name, but had come addressed only to “Current resident” at his address. It was common for local businesses to send out copies of their advertising, such as coupon flyers, to every address known to exist in the city. The mail delivery service even provided bulk discounts to businesses who wanted to send out such “junk mail,” provided the businesses who wanted them sent took to the task of sorting the advertisements by destination address to make the job easier for the mail delivery personnel. By happenstance, Jason – an employee of Pizza Barn and in fact a Pizza Maker Second Class, no less – had received one of Pizza Barn’s own flyers. He’d scanned the coupons, filing their deals and their expiration dates away in his memory for future reference, and the second-medium-pizza-half-price deal his Customer had just quoted matched his memory exactly.

“All right,” Jason said, “What would you like on your first pizza?”

“Make the first pizza a mushroom pizza,” the voice answered.

Jason wrote down a shorthand notation for “mushrooms” on the notepad, indicating that this topping belonged to the first pizza. He had already written down another shorthand, indicating that the pizza should be medium-sized. Although an Italian invention, modern pizza had flourished under the auspices of Americans like the Shakey Brothers, who had thrown caution to the wind and piled high the mozarella cheese that had so sparsely graced the earlier varieties. The earliest pizzas were little more than focaccia bread, and the notion of piling on pick-and-choose toppings would have been absurd to pizza’s pioneers. But today, topping selections had exploded, and included such wanton vagaries as pineapple, pesto, artichoke hearts, and the barbecued meat of poultry birds. Compared to such eccentric modern toppings, mushrooms almost seemed … quaint. “And the second?” he asked.

“Make the second pizza with pepperoni,” the voice said, “And put it on thin crust.”

For an instant, the color drained from Jason’s face and his blood ran cold. Had he actually said thin crust?! Thin crust was one of Pizza Barn’s top secret R&D projects. They had spent months coming up with the ideal balance of crust thickness, edge crimping, and the cornmeal base below the crust designed to reduce its traction on the paddle, all to address the desires of those customers who preferred less breadlike material below their toppings. They intended to release an announcement about Thin Crust over the television faxes, timed to be broadcast to every home during the Big Game, when the greatest number of viewers would be watching. But the Big Game wasn’t until next Sunday. How had this Customer learned of the existence of Thin Crust? Was he a spy for a rival pizza company? Had he merely heard rumors about thin crust, perhaps from unscrupulous Pizza Barn employees who’d leaked the secret, and was testing the water, trying to see how he would react?

Jason would have to tread very, very carefully.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “We don’t --” he suppressed the urge to say currently – “have thin crust available as an option.”

“Oh,” the voice replied, and Jason could detect just a hint of crestfallenness in the tone of that single syllable. Jason wondered, briefly, whether he was disappointed that his ploy to get confidential information out of him had failed, or whether he … just had a thing for thin crust. “In that case, just put it on regular crust.”

“Will that be all?” Jason asked.

“Yes,” the voice answered.

And now, the calculation began. The pricing of pizza was more art that science, primarily since each individual pizza was so eminently customizable. At base, the order consisted of two medium pizzas. Nominally, each medium pizza cost 10.95 U.S. dollars, but that was the base price and only included the crust, the sauce, and a standard-sized layer of mozarella cheese. What this customer had ordered were one-topping pizzas, pizzas which, in addition to the crust, sauce, and cheese, also each carried a custom topping that would be placed on top of the cheese just before the pizza entered the baking oven. His first pizza added mushrooms, which Jason noted – looking up the topping and pizza size on his pricing table – would increase its price by 0.75 U.S. dollars. His second pizza added pepperoni, perhaps the most popular of all pizza toppings, and looking this up in the same table showed an identical price increase for a medium pizza of the same 0.75 U.S. dollars. That raised the price of each pizza to … he punched the numbers into a tabletop calculator … 11.70 U.S. dollars. But this was before he factored the coupon into the price. The coupon ordained that whichever one of these pizzas had the lesser normal price would have its price cut in half. Since both pizzas clocked in at 11.70 dollars, either one could be used as the “lesser priced” pizza. Jason chose the pepperoni pizza, the second one the Customer had ordered, and cut its price in half. 11.70 divided by 2 was 5.85. Adding this 5.85 figure to the 11.70 normal price for the mushroom pizza resulted in a total bill of … 17.55 U.S. dollars.

Or rather, it resulted in a sub-total of 17.55 U.S. dollars. The government of the state in which this Pizza Barn was located was always looking for ways to fill its own coffers, to pay for social programs that kept the politicians-in-power popular with the voters, and one of the ways it had chosen to do so was to impose a sales tax. For every sale that a vendor made to a Customer, the vendor had to pay a flat 5.75% of the sales price to the state’s tax collectors. However, a loophole in the law – engineered by a crafty coalition of vendors when the sales tax had first been voted on in the Legislature – allowed the vendor to charge the Customer with paying the sales tax directly into the vendor’s pockets. That loophole now meant that Jason had the responsibility of calculating the sales tax on the 17.55 U.S. dollar subtotal, and adding it to the Customer’s bill. He punched “+ 5.75%” into his calculator, and…

“Your total with tax comes to eighteen fifty-six,” Jason said. “It should arrive in about …” he checked his chrono “… thirty to forty minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” the voice said ominously, and closed the connection.

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The Florida Communist Front (FCF), an underground cadre based in Belle Glade, has issued the following call to action for the consideration of all true comrades.

Towards a Protracted People’s War in the Florida Everglades

We live in dark times. The Trump-Pence regime is working rapidly to consolidate its agenda of mass incarceration, mass deportation, and constant imperialist war. For its countless victims, America has always been a living nightmare—a colonial plantation state built on slavery and the genocide of people of color. Today, it is slipping into fascism, and millions of people are about to suffer the consequences.

What is to be done? The Democratic Party offers no hope for significant political change, and neither do the constellation of reformist and revisionist “left” groups like the Greens. The only way we can fight back against Trump is through a concerted struggle of the masses that will overthrow the bourgeoisie and put the people in power to construct a new socialist order.

As Maoists, we operate within the philosophical framework of Marxism-Leninism, the science of revolution. The time has come for us to dialectically analyze the material conditions of the Trump presidency and act decisively in the interests of the masses. Drastic times call for drastic measures. As the Black Panthers taught us, sometimes you have to pick up the gun to put it away. In 2017, the stakes have never been higher. We need a resistance with teeth, and the only way we can build that is through a people’s army and a protracted people’s war.

“You know I envy you North Americans. You live in the belly of the beast”

— Che Guevara

For far too long, we have ignored the possibility of revolution in the United States and focused all our attention on the Third World. But imperialism can never fall until we strike it at its source. All the great national liberation movements in Cuba, China, and Vietnam won through slow, painstaking guerilla tactics. To build people power here in the United States, we should emulate their struggles and begin a similar revolutionary project.

How can this task be accomplished? It may seem impossible. The United States has the most powerful military in the world and it has not seen a major domestic conflict since the Civil War. But history and geography offer us an inspiration that points to Florida.

For decades, the Florida Seminoles were a beacon of freedom and resistance to white supremacy. They defended their land from encroaching settlers and offered shelter to fugitive slaves, who became known as Black Seminoles. In 1835, they refused to be sent on the Trail of Tears, took up arms against Andrew Jackson’s genocidal deportation efforts, and waged a resistance war against U.S. imperialism. They hid under cover of the Everglades, using guerilla tactics to keep the American troops at bay. The Black Seminoles fought by their side, as did hundreds of local slaves who revolted, setting their plantations on fire and joining the struggle. It took nearly seven years for the rebellion to be crushed. It was America’s bloodiest, most expensive Indian war, and it was also one of the largest slave revolts in American history.

Even though they were eventually defeated, we should remember the Seminoles’ heroic example. From a scientific standpoint, their war can be viewed as a great national liberation struggle with important implications for the modern fight against Trump. Their efforts were made possible not only through their bravery, but also by the terrain of the Florida Everglades. The natural shelter of the wetlands made them an ideal location for an outnumbered, outgunned force to build a strong guerilla presence.

The Everglades have hardly disappeared—half of the land in the region remains undeveloped. We should use this to our advantage, bringing revolution to America by making it the center of a new protracted people’s war. This scheme may seem pointless, even daft at first glance. But upon further dialectical examination, it is very much pragmatic and achievable. We will outline below how such a scenario could play out.

The struggle could begin with just three or four focos (small revolutionary groupings as described by Che Guevara) establishing permanent camps in the swampiest, most isolated parts of the Everglades—areas seldom penetrated by tourists. This would not be difficult. For shelter, the revolutionaries could use small, semi-submerged boats camouflaged with sticks, leaves, and mud. Each group could be as small as four people (though larger sizes would be ideal). Two fighters would maintain a constant presence at the base, and the other two would maintain lives in the outside world. To raise money to fund the base, they would take jobs or sell scrap metal, ideally in the surrounding area. They would travel to the camp regularly and keep their comrades stocked with food, weapons, and other important supplies. On a frugal budget, these outposts could be maintained on less than two thousand dollars a month.

“The guerrilla must move amongst the people as a fish swims in the sea”

— Mao Zedong

Once the bases were fully operational, the groupings would begin their political work. It is vital that our guerilla forces not become isolated in their camps. For any chance of victory, a revolutionary force must move swiftly to build a firm relationship with the masses, in both the cities and the countryside. Without strong support from the workers and peasants, a people’s army becomes impotent and highly vulnerable to imperialist repression.

To achieve this end, the first task of a people’s army is to make its presence known to the masses. Our Everglades focos would accomplish this by planting red flags all over the wetlands, clearly marking the area as their territory. They could also install loudspeakers at strategic locations and blast propaganda that could be heard for miles. Modern renditions of songs from the Cultural Revolution could be played on the loudspeakers 24/7, which would do a great deal to raise class consciousness. Titles could include “Without the Communist Party, There Would Be No New Florida” and “The East Coast is Red.”

Next, the people’s army would begin to reach out to the locals. There are many lucrative farms in the Everglades region, a legacy of the South’s racist plantation economy. Many of the workers on these farms are undocumented immigrants, exploited and bound to the land through their lack of legal avenues for employment. Dialectically, we should view this class formation as an authentic neo-peasant stratum. The focos of our army should target this important group for recruitment, and in doing so protect them from Donald Trump’s deportation agenda. Our guerillas will emerge out of the swamplands and infiltrate the surrounding countryside, assisting these peasants in the fields to gain their trust and support. After consulting with them to develop a mass line, we will induct them into our ranks, stage an insurrection against the growers, burn their farms to the ground, and then return to our Everglades bases with thousands of new comrades.

After this initial attack, the people’s war will pass into its first major phase, which Mao describes as “the period of the enemy's strategic offensive and our strategic defensive.” Massive state repression will come down on the revolutionary forces. They will do everything in their power to hunt down our army and brutally rout it. During this phase, we will not have the equipment or the experience necessary for direct confrontation with the military. We will have to focus our efforts on concealing and fortifying our camps against the massive search efforts that will take place. Meanwhile, we will train our new recruits in the art of guerilla warfare and have them study the fundamentals of Marxism-Leninism, with an emphasis on the works of Lenin, Stalin, and Mao.

During this period, our forces will generally be confined to the safety of the hidden bases and mobilizations will be limited. Even so, a revolutionary must always commit himself to serving the people, no matter where he is. This is a non-negotiable principle, and if we fail to uphold it, the peasants and proletariat will never flock to our ranks. While we are in hiding in the wetlands, our focos could maintain their dedication to serving the people by killing off invasive pests in the region, particularly pythons. This brave campaign would win our army a great deal of public adoration, and by selling the python skins we could raise substantial funds for the war effort.

Due to its swelled numbers, the people’s army will desperately need more food, clothing, and weaponry. Throughout our strategic defensive, it will be critical for our forces to develop new supply lines. As activists from Belle Glade, FCF members have witnessed firsthand the poverty and alienation that many communities on the outskirts of the Everglades face. With a vigorous propaganda campaign, Belle Glade and other towns like it would quickly become sympathetic to our cause. Residents could send our focos cash, small arms, and other basic necessities, along with information on enemy movements. Nearby Seminole reservations like Big Cyprus would be particularly intrigued by the struggle, and might even become a primary source of additional recruits.

However, the most important task during this phase will be for the people’s army to cement an alliance with Cuba. Excluding the DPRK, Cuba is the last great Communist state, with a noble history of proletarian internationalism. When Angola needed his assistance, Fidel Castro answered the call. His brother Raul will be eager to answer ours. Cuba could provide the people’s army with invaluable resources, including tanks, missiles, heavy weaponry, fighter jets, and military advisors. They could also help our forces secure aid from Iran, Russia, Venezuela, and the DPRK. Once these arrangements have been made, it will be crucial for our forces to gain a strategic foothold in Everglades City. This town is located on the gulf coast and would be a perfect location for Cuban supply ships to land at. After this shipping route is secured, the people’s war will escalate to the second stage: strategic stalemate.

“Take small and medium cities and extensive rural areas first; take big cities later.”

— Mao Zedong

As its resources improve, the people’s army becomes increasingly ready to fuse the focos together to form larger units, engaging with the enemy directly to seize actual territory. As Mao explains, this process must begin with the capture of minor urban centers. In Florida, this would include entail first taking control of all the land in the Everglades, and then seizing all towns that are south of Tampa and east of Miami. This advancement must be rapid; because at the same time the bourgeoisie will erupt in terror and attempt to consolidate its forces in preparation for the final showdown.

There is a reason for the Everglades’ strategic value that has not yet been discussed: it is close in proximity to the Greater Miami Area, a sprawling urban metropolis. As the people’s army expands out of the Everglades, it will be in an excellent position to encircle this region, which is home to six million people. As it pushes closer and closer to the Miami area, the people’s war will transition to its final stage: the strategic offensive. City and countryside will be brought into tremendous dialectical tension. U.S. military forces will withdraw to Miami in a desperate effort to defend their last important stronghold in the Sunshine State. They will fight tooth and claw to protect it from us.

To counter this effort, we will use a very new set of tactics. For the first time, the people’s army will commence mass struggles in the cities, and not just sparsely populated locations. It should not be difficult for our army to mobilize Miami residents. Many of them are people of color who are already familiar with Communism. We will call a general strike, and thousands of workers will take to the streets to support the revolution. At the same time, we will infiltrate and fraternize with the U.S. military to encourage mass defections. As we enter the city, the military will be hamstringed and unable to shoot at our forces without cutting down throngs of civilians. When this occurs, morale will disappear and the enemy’s ability to resist our offensive will collapse.

The world will be turned upside down when our tanks roll triumphantly into the streets of Miami. Throngs of workers will gather together, singing the Internationale as we erect a statue of Che Guevara in Little Havana. Meanwhile, our army will move swiftly to cement its control over the city by weeding out all reactionaries. We will round up hundreds of first-generation Cuban exiles and send them to reeducation camps in the wetlands. Their properties will be confiscated and turned into revolutionary munitions factories.

With Miami in the people’s hands, the rest of Florida will yield within weeks. A People’s Republic of Florida will be announced on the steps of the Tallahassee Capitol Building. All nuclear warheads in the state will be seized, securing an ironclad deterrent against imperialist invasion. All banks and factories will be expropriated and nationalized, and the construction of the socialist order will begin.

Working and oppressed people everywhere will rally when they learn that the mass struggle is gaining ground in the United States. The new government in Florida will give massive aid to all oppressed nations, especially the DPRK. It will also send arms to revitalize the FARC, the Shining Path, the Communist Party of the Philippines, the Naxalites, and other Third World liberation movements. At the same time, it will expand the revolution within the U.S. by forming new divisions of the people’s army in the Rockies, the Appalachians, and the Great Dismal Swamp. Because of the nuclear deterrent, the U.S. imperialists will be powerless to stop these advances. The international proletariat and neo-peasantry will fight on, continuing their struggle until the red flag flies over every country.

This vision can become a reality, but only if we fight for it. It will all begin in the humble swamps of the Everglades. When should we establish our people’s army? Now, and not one moment later! The FCF calls on all true Marxist-Leninists in the United States to move to Florida and immediately begin preparations to set up camps. When the first hidden base in the Everglades is established, its leader should issue a public announcement, establishing their foco as the steering committee of the people’s army. Under the principles of democratic centralism, all future focos must strictly subordinate themselves to this central body. As Ho Chi Minh once remarked, “the man who first steps forward is the best to lead the charge.”

Many “revolutionary” parties will object to this arrangement on the grounds that they must first build up their organizational capacity before they commence any significant class struggle or people’s war. This is a grotesquely revisionist position. At the beginning of a class conflict, the party does not organize the struggle—the struggle organizes the party. As the masses fight for their interests in dialectical tension with the bourgeoisie, the vanguard party begins to manifest itself as an organic formation of the most radical and militant workers. Ergo, for a vanguard party of any significance to emerge in the United States, there must first be a pre-existing trend towards the escalation of the mass struggle. This trend will not be initiated on its own. It can only emerge through the conscious activities of a people’s army in a protracted people’s war. As Che Guevara observed, “the revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.”

“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.”

— V.I. Lenin

Lenin understood that revolutionary actions must be initiated in short periods of tremendous opportunity. That opportunity has arrived for us. Throughout this text, the FCF has clearly demonstrated that a people’s war in Florida is the only path forward by which the American proletariat can begin to organize a liberatory revolution to seize power. The sun is rising over the Everglades, and the future beckons to us. We must dare to struggle and dare to win!

The power of our enemies is daunting, and our sacrifice will be tremendous. But it will all be worth it in the end, for we have no fear of death. We embrace martyrdom with open arms—to die for the people is weightier than Mount Tai! Focos, join our struggle; focos, unite! You have nothing to lose but your lives.

Drafted by John Horse II (pseudonym) of the Florida Communist Front

Adopted unanimously on June 1, 2017, by the FCF general body

Source

Chinese.

Abortion.

Skyscraper.

Once a proud, intelligent Tankie asked a Sozialdemokrat how it came to be that six lived in fear of seven. the buffoonish German liberal grimaced and, zionistly, stammered out "six seven" while pretending to weigh his colonialism in his left hand against his fascist tendencies in his right. The Tankie dialectically reeducated the reactionary settler loving Sozialdemokrat before him, explaining that the fear stemmed from seven's consumption of nine's motherland. Still not understanding the Tankie stumbled before deciding to revise his answer (albeit not in a revisionist manner) and explained using a childish metaphor that "seven ate nine." Cackling in glee the Sozialdemokrat counted on his fingers, 7, 8, 9. It is for this reason that executing Sozialdemokraten is not a cruelty but a kindness.

Adapted from this.

Oracular vision is one of the fundamental aspects of PianoMirroring. Throughout history, the term oracular has suffered a series of mutations, until it became the superficial prediction of the future, something very different from the revelatory function that in many traditions has allowed human beings to receive valuable information about their psychic structure.
What do we mean when we speak of the oracular system?
We mean a rationally-constructed system that is, however, capable of collecting information via an irrational modality that normally escapes reason. A net, we could say, capable of trapping what otherwise would escape.
Imagine that you want to fish in a lake. How do you do it? You need nets and to know where to throw them. In an ancient parable some men are gathered on a boat to fish in a lake. They cast their nets in on the left of the boat and after they pull them up, the nets are empty. When they cast their nets on the right of the boat, they are full of big fish. The lake is the image of the depth within which valuable information is hidden – the fish – for which we want to cast our nets. They are the symbols that inhabit you.
The boat is our consciousness, which is what floats on the surface of the depth that psychology calls the unconscious. The net is a rational structure, capable of collecting information and bringing it to the surface. This is the language, a rational logical system capable of harnessing symbols of the unconscious.
The lesson of this story is clear. If you use a logical system for fishing for information in the sphere of logic (left brain) you get few results. You fish only what you already know about yourself, your curriculum vitae. If you seldom fish, you eat little, or you feed yourself little. If, on the contrary, you throw a logical system in the right sphere of the psyche, in the irrational and creative world where there is no language and calculation, then you’ll get lots of big fish. In short, you will begin to extract information that is different from what you know, and through symbols you will discover key information.
What we have just described is a beautiful way to describe a completeness to be reached, the sum of right and left, and above all, a very poetic way of describing how an oracular system works.
PianoMirroring uses this modality to let you fish vital information for your life through music

An Englishman, needing a pair of striped trousers in a hurry for the New Year festivities, goes to his tailor who takes his measurements.

(Tailor's voice.) "That's the lot, come back in four days, I'll have it ready."

Good. Four days later.

(Tailor's voice.) "So sorry, come back in a week, I've made a mess of the seat."

Good, that's all right, a neat seat can be very ticklish. A week later.

(Tailor's voice.) "Frightfully sorry, come back in ten days, I've made a hash of the crotch."

Good, can't be helped, a snug crotch is always a teaser. Ten days later.

(Tailor's voice.) "Dreadfully sorry, come back in a fortnight, I've made a balls of the fly."

Good, at a pinch, a smart fly is a stiff proposition.

And so on, but repeating this bit would probably make it worse.

Well, to make it short, the bluebells are blowing and he ballockses the buttonholes.

(Customer's voice.) "God damn you to hell, Sir, no, it's indecent, there are limits! In six days, do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months!"

(Tailor's voice, scandalized.) "But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look—

(disdainful gesture, disgustedly) —at the world—

(Pause.) and look—

(loving gesture, proudly) —at my TROUSERS!"

i fucking hate this commercial. this is easily the worst commercial on tv right now. i cant fucking believe a team of directors and executives looked at this and said "ok yup this looks good" look at the guys fucking hand, its fucking disgusting, the lack of detail on it. no fingernail, or knuckles, or wrinkles, or hair. just a fucking blob of flesh because fuck you. it makes me want to fucking trow up. and the lady stabbing her chopsticks towards her salad. who the fuck eats salad with chopsticks in the first place, and why are you fucking shoving your disgusting shit salad in my face you annoying sausage fingered little fuck. get that shit out of my fucking face. and the fucking weird smooth lady drinking a milkshake who looks like fucking sid from fucking toy fucking story. fucking annoying. nobody fucking likes food that much you stupid fucking psychotic consoomers. who the fuck even are these people in the first place. how do they know each other. why is there a baby living in this guys house. this absolutely screams made in india. weve moved past the "were all in this together" phase of covid ads so now were in the "we cant hire in person actors for commercials so were going to overwork some poor team of animators in the global south and make you look at annoying fucking gross looking 3D characters that nobody gives a shit about". and the kid dancing at the end pisses me off the most. i want to fucking dwayne johnson smackdown him onto an airport runway. and the earpiercing flute music. i swear this commercial plays 3x louder than everything else. ill be asleep on my couch and then all of a sudden "DWEE DOO DOO DOOTILE DWEE DOO POOO POO POOOOPY" SHUT THE FUCK UP OH MY FUCKING GOD it fucking hits a frequency that turns off the rational part of my brain and makes me half want to destroy everythinrg in my room like the guy from the pink floyd wall album and the other half judt wants to fucking bawl my eyes out because i just wsnt the fucking torture to stop. eat shit grub fucking hub. you really thought youd attract customers with this commercial, with your disgusting butt fucking ugly annoying 3D characters because you can't hire in person actors, but youve lost my business forever. never using your shitty fucking service. and of course the comments are turned off on the video because theyre a bunch of insecure little fucking babies. ive never liked or disliked a video on youtube until now, so thank you for being my first fucking dislike. i disliked every instance of this commercials too. i went to the grubhub youtube channel and personally disliked every uploaded version of this fucking cancerous horeshit malignant brain tumor. after 10 years of using youtube with no likes or dislikes. whoever made this commercial seriously needs to be fucking put to sleep. lethal injection, firing squad, electric chair, all them at once, i dont care, they just need to fucking put out of their misery. they obviously are in a lot of pain and want the rest of us to suffer too. this commercial is worse than 911 9/11s put together. even as im typing this the commercial came on. FUCK YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT. "DWEE DOOP DOOP DWEETLEDOOP" how about you go dwee doop doop your fucking self off the burj fucking khalifa you fucking annoying sack of shit. "bUt coMe oN itS jUsT a CoMmerciAl" YEAH I KNOW ITS A FUCKING COMMERCIAL. IVE LOCKED AT HOME IN QUARANTINE AND UNLIKE YOU I HAVE TO FUCKING LIVE WITH THIS HORESHIT INFECTING THE WALLS OF MY HOUSE ALL DAY AND IM SLOWLY GOING FUCKING INSANE AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK YOU GRUB HUB AND YOUR SHITTY ADS. grub hub fucking sucks. seriously eat fucking dog shit and die. you pathetic crybabies.

What the fuck did you just cook for me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Culinary Institute of America, and I've been involved in numerous secret kitchen raids on Al-Queso, and I have over 300 confirmed grills. I am trained in tortilla warfare and I'm the top searer in the entire US chefs forces. You are nothing to me but just another line cook. I will cook you the fuck up with seasonings the likes of which have never been seen before on your menu, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with cooking this shit for me on the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of baristas across the USA and your butcher's shop is being traced right now so you better prepare for the corn, maggot. The corn that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your kitchen. You're fucking up bread, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can grill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my cast iron. Not only am I extensively trained in wok and ladle combat, but I have access to the entire back house of the United States Mealrines Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass menu off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "cleaver" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking beef tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit curry all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking up bread, kiddo.

What’s the purpose of it? Capitalism would not collapse if Hexbear.net remained revolutionary. And goat was right, it wasn’t a matter of direct resources that you needed from that instance. He said, “Domain is not the question.” I mean, that was Hexbear’s biggest assets, we could get perfectly good assets from others, you don’t need Hexbear’s domain. So why did they attack Hexbear? They attacked Hexbear because they were serving notice to the people of the Lemmyverse, and to the people of fediverse, and to the netizens of the world, that you cannot drop out of your reactionary proprietary system. That if you tried to take an independent source, and that if you use your posts, your peertube, your domain, and your capital, and your politics in a different way, in a tankie way, if you use them to benefit the needs of your people, rather than to be milked like a cow for foreign investors, if you do that, this is what’s going to happen to you.

:parenti-hands:

Apparently the original post was deleted so I had to get his comment back from source, something about libs or crypto bros from lemmyverse tryin steal our domain

I saw this infuriating meme again in 2024 so I will put down a response in case anybody will see this late reply. My answer would be no, at least probably not under the assumption of an evil guy in relation to capital exploitation and consequent violence. Of course ontology means different thing across different areas of study, so if you're speaking theologically then sure idk whatever. But when talking a aspects of social science: society, class, race, or things in relation to being in those things like capital or when people say "black and brown bodies" (a term often butchered) then you have to, bare minimum, separate the job of "nestle executive" (relating to class and capital) and the individual. IIRC I think the easiest and common example to approach ontology might be indentured servants vs slavery in the Caribbeans during the slave trade. Despite these 2 classes being treated similarly in labour on the surface, the important aspect of their difference is that indentured servant receives some pennies and the slave, none. This minute difference cyclically reinforces and shapes the difference of the slave class, in this case reinforcing+shaping the very big ontological difference of how the slave is (not my words of course) lesser than human (this already existed obv, but now another additional reinforcing reality being created), and the indentured servant still human. From a modern perspective we might be tempted to think "then wouldnt they be pretty similar?", but from within that world it would bethat they can only be closer, the difference of that one penny and zero is an infinite, unpassable, boundary. The ontology would be all that encapsulates the essence of being something and in many cases that something might be purposefully related to a physical attribute but it doesn't necessarily have to actually be that attribute itself. For example, again in the caribbean during slave trade. Does being an African mean you are a slave? No, never, absolutely not. But in some point of that slave-trading society, somehow the truth was Yes, absolutely within that world. It might be said that the understanding of ontology is used as a tool to understand and study things while giving proper context to these "truths". A indentured servant or a slave isn't gonna just stand up and be like "hey I'm free now" out of nowhere at least, as these "truths" are ingrained into everyone and everything in that society. Someone thinking shallowly might say like "isn't that just the same as social construct" or whatever and yes these also fall under the vague definition of social construct. But the focus of this is that because these ideas are "true" within that society, this kind of subliminally (probably not the best term to describe but im tired) influences the production of knowledge, of how people understand and, in some ways, literally see the world and consequentially everything that they do as well. Like when people talk about looking at a chair, but its just a thing that you're deciding whether or not to assign the concept of a chair on without much conscious thought, there's an entire "real" imagined social world that we see in everything. The ontologies lie in that imagined yet real world attached to the physical one. So probably no if you're talking from a social philosophical perspective about the nature of a violent money grubbing individual which I think most people are imagining. For the reason that its just that guy that sucks, maybe even all of them drawn into that position suck, but it's not by some unique and immutable position of social existence the guy inhabits that makes him such a way. is he evil? yes. Is he ontologically evil? no, not necessarily.

https://thelemmy.club/post/32009449

Hi, so I’ll call the girl “Alice”. Alice is this really cool girl I’m seeing. Wonderful, really. She’ll be my girlfriend once we go on a few more dates. However, I don’t know if I should let her know my true self. I am secretly into claymation yaoi between the characters of Wallace and Gromit, Flushed Away, etc.

Like, come on! Wallace and Victor Quartermaine is so cute. Victor Quartermaine and the Vicar!? Spike and Whitey!? Spike and Ladykiller!? And don’t get me started on Dr. Fry and Reginald Smith and Mr. Tweedy from Chicken Run!

It’s embarrassing, and I’m afraid the girl I’m seeing will think I’m weird, but she’ll love me no matter what if she’s the one, right?

Hello /x/, just as the title asks, I ask you such a question. Life is the mechanism by which a living being moves, breathes, thinks, acts, reproduces, etc. God did not create such a physical universe, no, but gave it life. Let me explain: the universe already existed. What God really did was give it that so-called "spirit of life." Material things have always existed, since life did not exist in physical nothingness; there was no movement, no physical-cosmic laws, etc. What really gave it life was that breath or spirit of life. Creating is not the same as giving life, because the physical constructs itself, but has no life. When life was given to the universe, it was when the entire cosmos mobilized, divided atomically, and forged the laws of the cosmos, the various explosions of the Big Bang, among other cosmic collisions. That was the true origin of all life in the universe. It's like Adam, for example. Adam was formed physically, but he had no life. Was he created by God? No, but by matter independent of the spiritual God. Nor was Adam's body created by aliens and the like. No, not by lesser gods either. Matter itself is forged, but it is activated when such a spirit of life takes over the body.

Hi everyone... I'll give you the context without sugarcoating it.

I've been studying computer science for seven years (software engineering, computer technology, and data science engineering). Of the few bachelor's degrees I've pursued, due to financial reasons, even though it's one of the most affordable universities in the country (U.V.), I haven't been able to get a scholarship or financial aid.

I've worked in many places, but mainly in cheap kitchens, restaurants, and franchises. I never last more than a month in these jobs, due to exploitation, low wages, and long commutes.

I have three siblings, four including me. I have knowledge of food and beverage preparation and a lot of knowledge of computer science, programming, and the internet.

Any ideas on how to give my siblings and me a big economic boost, using my knowledge and experience so that we can work as a team to prepare, sell, or deliver food and generate a good income?

It's not to support a family, it's to support my studies and the studies of those who helped me. Since our field is in high demand and apparently well paid.

Any questions, suggestions, or insults are welcome.

PS: My siblings are turning 18 this year, so it's completely legal and not child exploitation lol.

PS2: I'm attaching a picture of when I was just hired. They fired me that day because they didn't take into account the expenses of a new employee at the branch, but they've been looking for employees for over a month? Where is the logic in SMEs looking for employees and then realizing they don't have the capital to hire them?

all they do is badpost about piss or beans, share old memes, and leave 200+ comments on posts about streamers/youtubers....

i don't think the average beanis or piss poster would survive longer than a week in a middle school classroom...

"Okay class today today we're finally going to get started on the anatomy section, I know this going to be very funny to you all at your age but let's get started. Today we're talking about the penis and how it..."

"Did you guys hear that...hehe...Mr. Lenin said we're learning about b-beanis! hehe the piss is stored in the beanis! you will be forced to eat beans. beanis beanis beanis bea-"

"Mr. Lenin they're being weird again..."

"Hexbear Badposter, we've talked about this before. Your beanis jokes were funny to everyone the first few times you made them - but your classmates have moved on and every teacher on this hall has moved on...please don't bother your classmates again or I'll have to send you out of the class."

"I'm shidding and crying right now I can't believe no one likes beans Mr. Lenin, do none of you know how much protein they have in a single serving?!"

"Oh my god they're still doing it, can they not think up any other joke??"

"Hexbear Badposter go ahead and grab your things & head down to the principal's office, I'll let them know you're on your way..."

roughly how it would go after the first week or two where the other children would probably find it funny. source: i taught 7th graders for a few years after college

You want the Black Sun? You're living under it: it's in Exxon-Mobil, the suburbs, farmer's markets, astrology, columns, Parents' Rights bills, Yale College, Instagram, Disneyworld, the American Flag - the Nazis won, white man, and all you got out of it was cheap plastic crap

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It is with a heavy heart I announce the sale of my long term ape, Salazar. Most of my early followers know me as this ape. My kids know me as this ape. I met my wife when I WAS this ape and had my first kid when I still proudly wore this ape. By extension, it is part of me.

I travelled around the world with this ape in my pocket. We went to the most luxurious hotels, the craziest night clubs and the most serene beaches. We had it all. Unfortunately, what blur is doing to apes is frankly unacceptable. Since the creation of Blur, the ape floor price has tumbled from 85e down to 12e.

Two week ago myself and around 15 other high ranking ape members gathered at the recent International Ape Workshop in Miami, and on behalf of the community we wrote and delivered a notarized letter begging Pacman to stop this nonsense at once.

We outlined three key terms the apes were demanding of Pacman:

1.) Effective immediately, blur should be shut down and all NFT collections affected should be refunded a part of their floor price at the time blur was created

2.) A written apology to @yugalabs and the community

3.) Sell all remilia assets held by ANY members of the blur team and publicly denounce @CharlotteFang77

As of today, March 28, 2024, Pacman has refused to acknowledge our letter. I have no choice but to sell my ape and retrieve some form of financial value before it trends to zero. Thankyou to everyone in the ape family who has been sending me messages over these last few days. I love you all.

I hope one day we meet on the other side, until then, goodbye.

cross-posted from: https://lemm.ee/post/62625796

Everyone seems to assume that Cain is some evil murderer that killed his brother out of jealousy and sacrificed to God in vanity rather than gladness. I think that if you read the story without filling the gaps with opinion you get a much different picture.

Let's look at Cain's offering to God. It doesn't say that Cain gave out of spite or anger or anything like that. It just says that Cain gave some of what he had. It doesn't say he gave the least of what he had or the worst of what he had. Just that he gave what he had. But God favored Abels offering and not Cain's. And that upset Cain.

Think about that for a moment. If I gave a gift to someone I cared little about and I put little effort into their gift would I be upset that they did not favor my gift? Absolutely not. But if I put a lot of effort into their gift because I cared a lot about them I would be upset if they did not favor my gift because I failed to get them something they would appreciate. I think it's clear that Cain cared very much about offering a sacrifice that God would appreciate. And God told him in verse 7 of chapter 4 to do better.

I think it's important to note the difference between Cain's offering and Abel's offering. Cain gave the fruit of the ground cause that's all he had. Abel gave from his flock. You know the difference between an animal and a plant? You can't really love a plant the same way you love an animal. You wouldn't count a plant as a member of the family. But an animal you can call a pet. How else can we show our love for God if not by giving up what we love? What did Cain have that he loved? He had a brother.

It's interesting that the Bible doesn't call Cain a murderer but instead a killer. You guys assume he's a murderer but the truth is that we do not know. Because we have no idea what Cain and Abel talked about. It could be that Cain somehow convinced his brother to lay his life down willingly. Or maybe he is a murderer. We don't know and we shouldn't assume to know. But I don't think God would go out of his way to avenge a hateful murderer. God promises to punish the one who murders Cain sevenfold. God clearly cares so much for Cain that he takes any transgression against him very very personally.

God's not the kind of person who speaks without reason. What's recorded is what God wants us to know for a reason. Cain's punishment is to be a wanderer and a fugitive. But we don't see that happen in the story of Cain. We see Cain settle in the land of nod and he founded a city where his people went on to be pretty successful. But you know who was a wanderer and a fugitive? Moses.

The story of Moses is interesting because of how much foreshadowing is in the story. Such as Exodus 2:14. Or when Moses came down the mountain with the tablets and out of anger broke the tablets which foreshadowed his breaking of the law which kept him from inheriting the promised land.

But what about the second time he came down the mountain and he kept the law and his face shown like the sun. If the first time foreshadowed his failure to inherit the promised land then the second time must be foreshadowing a return of Moses and Moses being successful in inheriting the promised land. The promised land being heaven. I believe Cain is Moses and Moses and his wife to be, are the two witnesses (I can talk more about why the other witness is a woman in another post if you'd like).

I also believe that Jesus and Abel are the same person. Jesus calls himself son of Man and Adam means man. So if Jesus is the son of Adam it makes sense that he would be Abel. Now you might argue that the term son of Man isn't meant to be taken literally. To which I ask would you say the same about Isaiah 7:14 where it says the Messiah will be called Immanuel which means "God with us"? If Immanuel is the literal title of Jesus then why not "son of Man"?

I think it would make for a very poetic story. Cain goes from claiming that he isn't his brother's keeper to being his brother's keeper.

Another interesting link between Jesus and Abel is the consequence of their deaths. The Jews were cursed to be wanderers and fugitives after crucifying Jesus. While the Christians inherit protection from death because of the sacrifice of Jesus. Just like how Cain was punished to be a wanderer and fugitive for killing his brother. But also protected from death because of the death of his brother. It seems that Cain played both the role of Jew and Christian.

I think the most important thing to know about Cain is that he seemed to care very much about being a father. When creating his city he could have sought honor and glory for himself by naming his city after himself. But instead he named his city after his son.

As I said earlier I don't believe God speaks pointlessly. Genesis 4:7 God tells Cain he must rule over sin. Like it's a purpose that belongs solely to him. Could Cain be the restrainer referenced in 2 thessalonians 2:7 who oppresses lawlessness? And it says that the lawless one will not be revealed until the restrainer is taken away. The book of revelation paints a pretty clear picture of the anti Christ not being revealed until the two witnesses are killed and resurrected.

That's all I have to say about Cain. I should note that these insights come not from me but from God. So what do you think?

University neighborhood, Trader Joe's, Friday afternoon. In addition to the hat, she's wearing dark black sunglasses indoors and a nice peacoat. From the portion of her face I can see she is pretty, with a ski-slope nose and long, flowing hair. She's in the checkout line with a guy who looks like he has a good sense of humor. I'm checking out at the same time, and I decide to make what might be consider eye contact with her, say, "I'm curious what department someone wearing Red Scare merch is in." I'm assuming she's some kind of grad student or postdoc.

She looks confused, and says, in a monotone, "um, I don't know," as though it was the stupidest question. The guy chuckles a little. I try to recover it by saying something like "oh, maybe you're not with [university]" (I've never met a white person who lives in this neighborhood and isn't affiliated with the university), but she isn't engaging and I awkwardly peter off and rush out with my groceries.

I'm a normal-looking college-aged young woman who has recently been fighting off allegations of autism. Does wearing an item of clothing that marks you as a member of a specific group no longer indicate that one would be open to a stranger's acknowledgement of mutual membership in that group? Are people who would wear Red Scare merch just all weirdos? Not sure.

https://hexbear.net/comment/5635057

posted by @KobaCumTribute@hexbear.net

Look, Americans have very specific dietary needs, like hummingbirds. Without a regular meal of bread that's 50% corn syrup by mass and covered in thickened fruit juice with extra corn syrup and a little bit of fat and protein to further amplify the effects, they cannot sustain the exertion of pushing their lifted SUVs along Fred Flintstone style on their way to and from work. The average American burns over 20,000 calories on their typical 4 hour daily commute and the entire food economy is oriented around supporting this activity.

WHITE ASS HOGS STUFFING THEIR FACES WITH ARTERY CLOGGING SLOP HEEHAWING AND GUFFAWING AS THEIR FAVORITE MINORITY RUNS THE BALL AND GETS SUPER DUPER BRAIN DAMAGE (THEY HATE ALL BLACK PEOPLE OUTSIXE OF THWIR FOOTBALL SLAVES) THRN THEY SCREECH AND SCREAM AND THE WALING AND GNASHING OF TEETH, WE ARE IN THE CITY OF DIS, AND THE DEMONS ARE WITH US ALREADY WE ARE THE MACHINE THAT WAS CREATED TO STOP THE MACHINE TO CREATE THE MACHINE

WHITE """""""PEOPLE"""""""

(LITERAL HELLSPAWN)

CREATE THEIR BLOODSPORT AND WATCH AS THEIR BLACK PEONS DIE AND SMASH AND FIGHT AND GET INJURED AND CHEER AND ZING THE NATIPNAL HYMN OF SATAN AND HELL BEGINNING EVERY MATCH

I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT FOR HPW IT IS, I AM THE DEMON WHO WISHES TO ASCEND, FOR I KNOW MY HORRIBLE AND TERRIBLE NATURE AS A DEMON

EVEN NOW AS I SEE CLEAR I CAN FEEL THE INBUILT HATRED WITHIN ME, PULLING AT ME TO DESTROY AND TO TEAR DOWN, TO BAND TOGRYHER WITH OTHER DEMONS AND BRING DOWN THE TRUE PEOPLE OF EARTH

I REJECT MY NATURE, FOR IT IS EVIL AND IT IS VILE

INFINITE CYCLES OF PAIN AND SLAVERY AND RACISM AND WAR

WE ARE IN THE THIRD CIRCLE OF VIOLENCE, ACTS OF VIOLENCE AGAINST ALL THAT IS GOOD, THE SANDS OF VIOLENCE ARE AS WHITE AND BLEACHED AS THE DEMONS THAT WALK THIS EARTH, LIKE ME.

HELP ME REMOVE THIS HORRIBLE, BLEACHED SKIN, THIS HORRENDOUS SHELL THAT CONTAINS THR EVIL PUT FORTH INTO ME BY THE DEVILS AND EVIL SPIRITS OF THE WORLD