1 w ago in Music

Mich Kriegt Ihr Nicht (In-Fucking-Believable)

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ihr habt Kon-
trolle über Leute - die ständig vor sich flieh'n - deshalb
braucht ihr neuen Nachschub - neue Strategien - eure
Medizin ist Gift - euer Glück sind Katastrophen - eure
Freunde - sind alle rückgratlose Idioten - Deine
Halsbandmassschneidereifabrik - nennst Du
Schulsystem? - Du kleines skrupelloses Stück Du schaust mir
nichtmal in die Augen - sobald Du spitz kriegst dass ich
Dir kein Wort glaub' Du für mich nichtmal ein Witz bist

- ich soll Respekt ha'm vor Gaunern und Ganoven - wenn
selbst die Obersten der Oberen unglaublich doof sind - ich
war noch ein Kind - da kamt ihr schon nicht an mich ran weil eure
Tricks geeicht auf Lutscher sind die ihr im Dutzend fangt - zu
driften ist nicht gut - also greif' ich euch an ich an - zerhack' den
Wächtern das Korsett - und die Ketten den Sklaven - die könn'n
damit gar nix anfang'n - ich mach' es nur für mich - ihr
könnt die ganze Welt haben mich kriegt ihr nicht - ich

fall' auch nicht rein - auf sogenannte Aussteiger die im
Kleinen nachspiel'n worin ihr ihnen weit vorraus seid - ich
lass' mich nicht beruhigen - ich lass' mich nicht ablenken eure
ständig gleichen Sprüche könnt ihr euch endgültig schenken ihr ver-
steht nur Gewalt - und ihr habt all die Macht - doch die
reicht nicht aus um mich zu zwingen euch nicht zu verachten
- ihr könnt mich ausradier'n und euch mit mir schmücken - doch mein
Inneres bleibt unberührt - von eu'rer Tücke
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Tagsrap
  1 w ago in Quotes
Whenever I am in a place where you have to wait a lot, like at a bus station, nearly everyone is swiping at their phone.

They all look like crack addicts scratching for rocks in an alleyway.
  1 w ago in Music

(Your Own Rope, Man)

Started out sampling "Your own Enemy" by Indian Ropeman, ended up derping around.
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  1 w ago in Music

Das Spektakel (Your Own Rope, Man)

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- wir ha'm den Lolli und den Zahnarzt - 'n Fuffi und 'n
Zahltag - No Name und Marken Vollmilch Mager-
quark - find'ste Schlager stark magst Du's lieber hammer-
hart wart' sag' nix - wir ha'm Spaß am Raten
- sie nehm'n's uns weg wenn wir's ihnen nicht reindrücken - für
jeden der sich wehrt gibt es zehn die sich bücken - ha'm
jung schon gelehrt - sich fleißig zu schmücken wedeln
rum mit Glasperl'n sie fall'n sich eilig in den Rücken

Herzen pflücken Leichen schmücken dürfen wir zum Tanz bitten? -
- witzig leicht - scheinbar weich doch mit studierten Schritten
- auf zum Altar - ignorier' die Kälte und das Wimmern
- da ist ein Zimmer da ist alles nicht so schlimm da gehst Du
rein läßt Dich operier'n - plötzlich macht Dein Leben Sinn -
nie mehr bist Du dann allein - immer weißt Du dann wohin -
- wenn Du's vergißt - wird die Angst Dich erinnern -
hinter dieser Maske is' alles dieses Zimmer auf der

Pressekonferenz - fehlerloses Doppeldenk Konse-
quenzen beschönigt - oder komplett verdrängt - mit
Nachrichtensprechern die gewichtig aus der Wäsche gucken
schlucken was wir drucken - es euch entgegenspucken
- wir haben Essen das nich' satt macht - 'ne Schwester die -
jeden Tag und jede Nacht für uns anschafft - ha'm das
Feuer nicht entfacht es aber gerne bewacht - neuer-
dings leckt's am Dach und die Balken geben nach

- wir haben Energie - wenn die Welt erfriert - wir ha'm
keinen Funken Liebe Liebe ha'm wir nie kapiert - haben
Macht - haben Angst sind - Sklaven uns'rer Diener -
krampfhaft verschanzt hinter unser'n Pokermien'n - weil Ge-
witter aufzieh'n - uns der Boden rasch entflieht - wird
zitternd investiert in Shows Waffen Medizin wohin
führen diese Gleise - wohin diese Schien'n - die
Frage stellt sich leise doch wir hören gar nicht hin -

spürst Du diese Villa - das Fundament ist Menschenfleisch
fühlst Du dieses Lachen leer wie das einer Leiche
hör' die Blinden tanzen - Tag und Nacht weltweit
sieh' die Kleinen schnuppern schon an dem Fangeisen -
Bürger Billigware Stückvieh Personal - und
sind sie mal nicht willig - gebrauchen wir Gewalt wir sind
kalt und machen alles gleich glatt bleich flach -
erst wird's Ozon und dann der Himmel abgeschafft zu soge-

nannten Experten sollt ihr ahnungslos aufschau'n - die
ohne Wert vermehr'n wir - die uns blind trau'n lauter
Nachrichtensprecher die nicht mit der Wimper zucken - 'n
Riesenzirkus Sänger Tänzer Poser Spieler Puppen
- wir haben Essen frei von Nahrung und wir haben eine
Schwester die hat jede Nacht die gleiche Erfahrung - ha'm die
Regeln gemacht - es wird sich räkelnd gelacht - die
Throne sind vernetzt - die Anker sind gekappt - wir

grasen die Natur nur nach Patenten ab' - weil der
Schwur der Treue dem gilt der die meisten Patienten hat
- wir machen selbst den Markt der uns bedient hacken
Gliedmaßen ab - um Prothesen anzubieten -
Ungefragt und eilig leg'n wir euch an Nahrungsketten euer
Essen ein Geheimnis weil sonst jeder Nahrung hätte
- und dann los in den schicken Schutzanzug - außen
ist'n Reißverschluß innen finds't Du kaum 'ne Fuge

- wir wollen Henker und Wegkucker Nichtdenker - wir
bau'n gelenk aus Konsumenten - Befehlsempfänger - die
steh'n so auf dem Parkplatz und bleiben unbekümmert - die
einen nennen's Marktplatz die ander'n Wartezimmer wo man
immer noch was braucht - und nie so wirklich da ist ständig
irgendwas kauft - und sich dann daran mißt man ver-
schifft - klinisch - getestet erste Klasse Gift
gegen die Stimme - die das Innere anfrisst wir ha'm den

guten Cop den bösen Cop - den Mafiaboss - die
Schulen 1 Cent-Jobs Elite Unis Profs - ha'm die
Nachrichtensprecher die nicht mit der Wimper zucken - 'nen
Riesenzirkus Sänger Tänzer Poser Spieler Puppen - 'nen
Tisch der sich biegt - unter'm Schrott der darauf liegt - eine
Schwester die uns liebt - dafür mit der Peitsche kriegt Domi-
nanz des Spektrums - Tanz mit der Macht -
säuselnd Abfüll'n - morgens abends und nachts
  1 w ago in Music

{Get out of my life woman}

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  1 w ago in Music

Fick kein Gehirn {Get out of my life woman}

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsagate

Heh.. it says it "was" a neologism, like there aren't more channels and videos made every single minute.. and there are hardly any translations of the article. Lovely.
erst Teletubbies nun Millionen von Videos die
Kinderhirne aufsaugen wegschmeißen lieblos
Mißbrauch jetzt offen Pädophile feiern frech
manche suchen Sündenböcke noch mehr schauen weg
Zeche zahl'n die Kinder - erst "nur" verwahrlost
dann preisgegeben aufgefressen von Moloch auf'm
Berg der Probleme die wir ihn'n überlassen die
Welt und's Hirn zerfressen gelernt Stuss und Hass

Frust Gewalt Scham Injektion'n Vergewaltigung die
nächste Generation von Junkies dankt der Programmierung
- das hier geht weit hinaus über "Eltern kritisier'n"
kein Mensch hatte je das Recht faul und zynisch nur zu stier'n
- ich fand es immer Scheiße - ich find jetzt reicht es wenn
ihr die Kurve nicht kriegt dann stelle ich die Weiche ich
kann euch nicht retten und muss euch nicht überzeugen - ich
sag' nein - ich gehöre nicht zu diesen Leuten

das hier geht raus - an die die's nicht hör'n - die
Menschen die gewesen wär'n hätt' man sie nicht zerstört
lauf' solang du kannst nimm das deine in die Hand lass' dich
nicht einlull'n von Leuten ohne Sinn oder Verstand
- die werden dann nicht da sein wie sie's jetzt nicht sind so-
lang' du auf die wartest - solange bleibst du blind solang
bleibt nur die Wahl zwischen Opfer oder Täter - doch
so oder so ist man sich selbst Verräter
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  1 w ago in Music

{Deep Gully}

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  1 w ago in Music

Rap und so {Deep Gully}

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fast
alles was du sagst sagst du nur weil's nicht wahr ist - be-
schmutzt beats wie Edding-Tags 'n piece nur weil es da ist - du
kommst nie zum rappen rappst ständig über Rap sagst du
bist toll im bett doch rauchst nur die Zigarette
punch lines? du panschst Wein - ranzig geschleimt
Alben eins wie's and're sagst - man darf gespannt sein
geht nicht - ist eklig - zu ähnlich - zu öde Mode-
puppe Automodel böse Blicke sind nur blöde -

Technik als Selbstzweck Ersatz für Substanz - im La-
bor gemachte Hektik verdeckt den Stillstand - Pro-
dukte die nicht taugen halten oder sich glauben - jedes
Promo für's nächste - nur für Zuschaueraugen - schon
ist es buchstäblich Nuscheln Alk Hustensaft - Indu-
strien pushen dumm Luschen machen's gerne nach -
im Schlaraffenland Krieg - noch unbekannt hack'n mit
Neid vollgepumpte Leute aufeinander - Du

schreist fick die Bull'n peil' ma' du bist die Bull'n spielst doch
auch nur 'nen Part - in 'nem Spiel das and're woll'n - ge-
striegelt auf vergammelt - auf wild und animalisch -
alles ist erlaubt nur nur zu denken geht gar nicht -
jedem scheißen sie in's Hirn doch manche wollen Nachtisch
lernen die Rezepte auswendig - fanatisch - je
weniger sie checken desto höher wird gestapelt - ver-
unsichert von kleinauf von sich selbst abgenabelt
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Tagsrap
  1 w ago in Music

(Sad But True)

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  1 w ago in Music

Nichts zu verbergen, aber vor wem (Sad But True)

sagst du
hast nichts zu verbergen hast es damit schon versucht -
angeschmiegt an Schergen denen du die Schuhe putzt -
tust tunlich so als hätt'st du nie 'nen Tritt geseh'n -
rückgratloser Feigling warum sollt' ich für dich g'radesteh'n
- ihr guckt immer weg wenn das Herrchen mordet proje-
ziert es dann auf die - die noch nicht verdorrt sind - 'n
Arschloch braucht Macht 'ne Pissnelke Sprachregeln Konstruk-
tion'n so ekelhaft - ihr könnt euch nicht mehr ekeln - hys-

terischer Missbrauch in jeglichen Medien weil man
immer mehr Mist braucht um nichts mehr zu seh'n -
Fans betreiben Marketing schamlos dumm - über-
tünchen Armseligkeit durch Weltverhunzung -
nix zu verbergen doch die Finger in den Ohr'n hängst nur
mit Charakterzwergen nie gefunden nich verlor'n - hast
nichts versteckt - schon gar nicht vor Mördern - tippst dir
lechzend an den Hut sie könnten dich ja befördern

- und für was? für ein bißchen Akzeptanz von Leuten
die sie auch nur weitergeben keiner davon ganz
- 'ne Person bist du nicht automatisch - man
wird worum man ringt darum werden viele gar nichts
- nichts anzubieten hohle Sprüche viele Piepen nennen's
Macht wie'n vergewaltigender Mörder Liebe - in der Ent-
wicklung steh'ngeblieben Technik - als Seel'nprothese der
Kaiser nicht bloß nackt der Sack ist schon halb verwest - I-

T-Riesen zieh'n Eich-manns Mausgesicht -
aschfahl schmollend landen sie mal vor Gericht
heute ist man tätowiert und gleichzeitig gestriegelt die Kra-
watte sitzt gut - die Stirn so glatt das man sich spiegelt -
jeder macht nur was man macht - jeder weiß nur was man weiß
jeder spurt nur brav - was vollkommen reicht - doch wer
Lesen und Schreiben kann - hat keine Ausrede - der
Warnungen sind viele doch du hast sie nicht gelesen

wie kann man verbergen dass man nichts zu zeigen hat? - in-
dem man eine Welt baut in der Freiheit nie mehr Fuß fasst
alle irgendwie gequält - selbst die mit Macht
alle entstellt selbst die die nie bei 'nem Chirurgen war'n
Lachen leer Worte gleich kopiert nie kapiert Konfor-
misten erleichtert wenn Soziopathen sie dressier'n - doch
denen in Augen schauen können die mal lebten - is'
mehr als das Vertrau'n von Leuten den'n sie lebend schon verklebt sind

- während wir alle einen Knast für die Welt bau'n - lesen
manche von 'nem Skript ez weil sie nur auf's Geld schau'n -
unsolidarisch gruppentreu sich unbekannt - sie geben
keinen Fick nur alles für den eig'nen Untergang - vo-
rauseilend hörig lassen sich so leicht verwalten Herzen
kalt Gedanken alt frisch nur Wunden und Schmerzen - kontrol-
lier'n sich gegenseitig dass ja keiner mal 'n Buch liest -
Krabben in 'nem Plastikeimer ganz egal was du siehst

- sie nenn'n es Show oder Lebensgefühl - ist doch
nur 'n Prank Bro so spielt man eben dieses Spiel -
doch cool sein woll'n schließt cool sein nunmal aus und wer
Schiß vor'm Denken hat - ist eine dumme Sau -
das ist keine Modefrage - der Sonne ist egal ob
du die Sonne siehst - die bleibt sowieso da - auch wo
Leute ausgebeutet vor sich hin vegetier'n - in
Mißtrau'n und Hass auf die noch nicht vor sich hinstier'n - die

Kinder deren Eltern heute fünf Jobs zerreiben sollen
morgen "funktionier'n" das kann nur üble Früchte treiben
iPad reimt sich nicht - ohne Grund auf Scheißdreck - stell'
neues Gift hin wir schmeißen unser altes gleich weg - die
Sicht wird geformt - Optionen präpariert - speicheln-
de - Marketing-fuzzis rationalisier'n - doch
Umweltverschmutzung Sozio-pathie und Krieg sind
Folge von Entscheidungen - nicht Naturprinzip - es geht

darum was du machst nicht darum was du hast - nicht
darum wer du bist nicht darum was du sagst - nicht
darum wen du kennst wem du was weismachst - du
bist solang' du handelst nicht davor nicht danach wer sich
das abgewöhnt - verliert es schnurstracks zieht man
sich 'ne Maske auf - dann senkt sich die Nacht - dann
brennt noch 'ne Funzel doch is keiner mehr wach - dann
nennt man auch Schnarchen noch Sprache
Nichts zu verbergen, aber vor wem (Sad But True).ogg7.2 MB3:30audio/ogg
Nichts zu verbergen, aber vor wem (Sad But True).mp36.9 MB3:30audio/mpeg
Playtime3:30
Tagsrap
  1 w ago in Pösie

Nichts zu verbergen, doch vor wem

sagst du
hast nichts zu verbergen hast es damit schon versucht -
angeschmiegt an Schergen denen du die Schuhe putzt -
tust tunlich so als hätt'st du nie 'nen Tritt geseh'n -
rückgratloser Feigling warum sollt' ich für dich g'radesteh'n
- ihr guckt immer weg wenn das Herrchen mordet proje-
ziert es dann auf die - die noch nicht verdorrt sind - 'n
Arschloch braucht Macht 'ne Pissnelke Sprachregeln Konstruk-
tion'n so ekelhaft - ihr könnt euch nicht mehr ekeln - hys-

terischer Missbrauch in jeglichen Medien weil man
immer mehr Mist braucht um nichts mehr zu seh'n -
Fans betreiben Marketing schamlos dumm - über-
tünchen Armseligkeit durch Weltverhunzung -
nix zu verbergen doch die Finger in den Ohr'n hängst nur
mit Charakterzwergen nie gefunden nich verlor'n - hast
nichts versteckt - schon gar nicht vor Mördern - tippst dir
lechzend an den Hut sie könnten dich ja befördern

- und für was? für ein bißchen Akzeptanz von Leuten
die sie auch nur weitergeben keiner davon ganz
- 'ne Person bist du nicht automatisch - man
wird worum man ringt darum werden viele gar nichts
- nichts anzubieten hohle Sprüche viele Piepen nennen's
Macht wie'n vergewaltigender Mörder Liebe - in der Ent-
wicklung steh'ngeblieben Technik - als Seel'nprothese der
Kaiser nicht bloß nackt der Sack ist schon halb verwest - I-

T-Riesen zieh'n Eich-manns Mausgesicht -
aschfahl schmollend landen sie mal vor Gericht
heute ist man tätowiert und gleichzeitig gestriegelt die Kra-
watte sitzt gut - die Stirn so glatt das man sich spiegelt -
jeder macht nur was man macht - jeder weiß nur was man weiß
jeder spurt nur brav - was vollkommen reicht - doch wer
Lesen und Schreiben kann - hat keine Ausrede - der
Warnungen sind viele doch du hast sie nicht gelesen

wie kann man verbergen dass man nichts zu zeigen hat? - in-
dem man eine Welt baut in der Freiheit nie mehr Fuß fasst
alle irgendwie gequält - selbst die mit Macht
alle entstellt selbst die die nie bei 'nem Chirurgen war'n
Lachen leer Worte gleich kopiert nie kapiert Konfor-
misten erleichtert wenn Soziopathen sie dressier'n - doch
denen in Augen schauen können die mal lebten - is'
mehr als das Vertrau'n von Leuten den'n sie lebend schon verklebt sind

- während wir alle einen Knast für die Welt bau'n - lesen
manche von 'nem Skript ez weil sie nur auf's Geld schau'n -
unsolidarisch gruppentreu sich unbekannt - sie geben
keinen Fick nur alles für den eig'nen Untergang - vo-
rauseilend hörig lassen sich so leicht verwalten Herzen
kalt Gedanken alt frisch nur Wunden und Schmerzen - kontrol-
lier'n sich gegenseitig dass ja keiner mal 'n Buch liest -
Krabben in 'nem Plastikeimer ganz egal was du siehst

- sie nenn'n es Show oder Lebensgefühl - ist doch
nur 'n Prank Bro so spielt man eben dieses Spiel -
doch cool sein woll'n schließt cool sein nunmal aus und wer
Schiß vor'm Denken hat - ist eine dumme Sau -
das ist keine Modefrage - der Sonne ist egal ob
du die Sonne siehst - die bleibt sowieso da - auch wo
Leute ausgebeutet vor sich hin vegetier'n - in
Mißtrau'n und Hass auf die noch nicht vor sich hinstier'n - die

Kinder deren Eltern heute fünf Jobs zerreiben sollen
morgen "funktionier'n" das kann nur üble Früchte treiben
iPad reimt sich nicht - ohne Grund auf Scheißdreck - stell'
neues Gift hin wir schmeißen unser altes gleich weg - die
Sicht wird geformt - Optionen präpariert - speicheln-
de - Marketing-fuzzis rationalisier'n - doch
Umweltverschmutzung Sozio-pathie und Krieg sind
Folge von Entscheidungen - nicht Naturprinzip - es geht

darum was du machst nicht darum was du hast - nicht
darum wer du bist nicht darum was du sagst - nicht
darum wen du kennst wem du was weismachst - du
bist solang' du handelst nicht davor nicht danach wer sich
das abgewöhnt - verliert es schnurstracks zieht man
sich 'ne Maske auf - dann senkt sich die Nacht - dann
brennt noch 'ne Funzel doch is keiner mehr wach - dann
nennt man auch Schnarchen noch Sprache
  1 w ago in Canvolve

  2 w ago in Quotes
When once you were in the grip of the Party, what you felt or did not feel, what you did or refrained from doing, made literally no difference. Whatever happened you vanished, and neither you nor your actions were ever heard of again. You were lifted clean out of the stream of history. And yet to the people of only two generations ago this would not have seemed all-important, because they were not attempting to alter history. They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. The proles, it suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition. They were not loyal to a party or a country or an idea, they were loyal to one another. For the first time in his life he did not despise the proles or think of them merely as an inert force which would one day spring to life and regenerate the world. The proles had stayed human. They had not become hardened inside. They had held on to the primitive emotions which he himself had to re-learn by conscious effort. And in thinking this he remembered, without apparent relevance, how a few weeks ago he had seen a severed hand lying on the pavement and had kicked it into the gutter as though it had been a cabbage-stalk.
"Nineteen-Eightyfour"
  2 w ago in Quotes
Just as bombs follow oil, and drones follow drought, so boats follow both: boats filled with refugees fleeing homes on the aridity line ravaged by war and drought. And the same capacity for dehumanising the other that justified the bombs and drones is now being trained on these migrants, casting their need for security as a threat to ours, their desperate flight as some sort of invading army. Tactics refined on the West Bank and in other occupation zones are now making their way to North America and Europe.
  2 w ago in Meta Collection

Looking away

Every time we witness an injustice and do not act, we train our character to be passive in its presence and thereby eventually lose all ability to defend ourselves and those we love.
First and foremost we must not meet the gaze of the SS officer.

The wetness of the eye, the ability to judge, this is what tempts to kill. One has to be smooth, not interesting, already numb. Everybody is carrying their eyes in front of them like a hazard.
"The human race"
On the third day I was there, this guy who had picked me up in the Jeep, a corporal who I was ultimately going to replace, he and I were in the battalion intelligence section, we were sent down to the tractor park, the amphibious tractor park to meet a bunch of detainees. It was our responsibility to take care prisoners, and detainees were a classification of civilians, they were not combatants; they could be detained for questioning, which is why they were called detainees.

And Jimmy and I went down to the tractor park and two tractors came in, they had a whole bunch of Vietnamese up on top high flat-topped vehicles about eight or nine feet tall, and as the tractors wheeled into the park the Marines up on top immediately began hurling these people off, and they were bound hand and foot, so they had no way of breaking their falls, and they were old men, women, children, no young men, and I couldn't believe these guys were treating these people this way, and I turned to Jimmy and said, I grabbed him by the arm and said "What are those guys doing? We're supposed to be helping these people." And Jimmy turned to me and he looked at my hands on his arm, I sort of took them off, and he said "Ehrhart, you better keep the mouth shut until you know what's going on around here." I think it was at that point that I realized things were not quite what I was expecting.

It went downhill from there, and again I can't even begin to explain in the space of time that you have all the things that went into it, but I began to understand, it became obvious that the enemy was the very people in these villages around us, and we were in a very heavily populated area at that time, they were the enemy, or at least the enemy was out there somewhere and we couldn't tell one from another. And day after day our patrols went out and we ran into snipers and mines and snipers and mines and snipers and mines. I saw four armed soldiers the first eight months I was in Vietnam, and yet our battalion during that same period of time sustained 75 mining and sniping incidents per month, over half of them resuling in casualties. This is for a unit of about a thousand men. But there was no one to fight back at, and you begin to think, these people are the enemy, they're all the enemy. And then you go through villages and, you know, you get sniped at and so you call an airstrike in on the village and the whole village goes up, or you go through a place and you search it, and you burn houses and blow them up. The common perception, the notion I had when I was in high school was it was the Vietcong terrorized the Vietnamese population, forced them to fight against the Americans on pain of death. What I began to understand in Vietnam was that they didn't need to do things like that, all the had to do was let a Marine patrol go through a village and whatever was left of that village, they had all the recruits that they needed. I began to understand why the Vietnamese didn't greet me with open arms, why they in fact hated me, but of course that didn't change the fact that my friends were getting killed and injured every day and the only place that you could focus your own anger and fear was on those civilians who were there, and so it was this self-perpetuating mechanism: the longer that we stayed in Vietnam the more Vietcong there were, because we created them, we produced them.

None of that distilled itself into the clear kind of expression that I'm presenting now. What I began to understand within days and which became patently clear within months was that what was going on here was not what I had been told, what was going on here was nuts, and I wanted to get out. I knew if I was still alive on March the 5th 1968 they'd stick me on an airplane in Danang we used to call it the freedom bird and I could fly away and forget the whole thing. Turned out not to be quite so easy to forget it, but that was the notion, and certainly my last eight to nine months I ceased to think I quite literally ceased to think about why I was there or what I was doing. The sole purpose for my being in Vietnam at that point was to stay alive until I could get out.

And the reason for that is, you know, the kinds of questions that began to present themselves were just.. the questions themselves were ugly and I didn't want to know the answers. It's like banging on a door, you knock on a door, and the door opens slightly and behind that door it's dark and there's loud noises coming like there's wild animals in there or something. And you peer into the darknees and you can't see what's there but you can all this ugly stuff.. do you want to step into that room? No way, you just sorta back out quietly, pull the door shut behind you, and walk away from it. And that's what was going on, those questions, the questions themselves were too ugly to even ask, let alone try to deal with the answers.
They're torturing millions of Muslims in Xinjiang, directly or indirectly through terrifying police state actions that entirely revoke all human liberty.

There is no greater mass atrocity going on anywhere on earth than what's happening in Xinjiang.

How many people, companies, VC firms in Silicon Valley are working with China and living off of Chinese money?

Where's the mass outrage and suspension of relations with China? Nope, you won't see that. No chance in hell.

The millions of Muslims in China being tortured don't matter, and one journalist does? Not exactly: it's because China is a big fat platter of money and many want to feast on it. It's a willingness to disregard all ethics because the check is big enough. It's so much money, the people that claim to care about a single journalist, don't care about millions of people being actively repressed and tortured.
When once you were in the grip of the Party, what you felt or did not feel, what you did or refrained from doing, made literally no difference. Whatever happened you vanished, and neither you nor your actions were ever heard of again. You were lifted clean out of the stream of history. And yet to the people of only two generations ago this would not have seemed all-important, because they were not attempting to alter history. They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. The proles, it suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition. They were not loyal to a party or a country or an idea, they were loyal to one another. For the first time in his life he did not despise the proles or think of them merely as an inert force which would one day spring to life and regenerate the world. The proles had stayed human. They had not become hardened inside. They had held on to the primitive emotions which he himself had to re-learn by conscious effort. And in thinking this he remembered, without apparent relevance, how a few weeks ago he had seen a severed hand lying on the pavement and had kicked it into the gutter as though it had been a cabbage-stalk.
"Nineteen-Eightyfour"
  2 w ago in Quotes
On the third day I was there, this guy who had picked me up in the Jeep, a corporal who I was ultimately going to replace, he and I were in the battalion intelligence section, we were sent down to the tractor park, the amphibious tractor park to meet a bunch of detainees. It was our responsibility to take care prisoners, and detainees were a classification of civilians, they were not combatants; they could be detained for questioning, which is why they were called detainees.

And Jimmy and I went down to the tractor park and two tractors came in, they had a whole bunch of Vietnamese up on top high flat-topped vehicles about eight or nine feet tall, and as the tractors wheeled into the park the Marines up on top immediately began hurling these people off, and they were bound hand and foot, so they had no way of breaking their falls, and they were old men, women, children, no young men, and I couldn't believe these guys were treating these people this way, and I turned to Jimmy and said, I grabbed him by the arm and said "What are those guys doing? We're supposed to be helping these people." And Jimmy turned to me and he looked at my hands on his arm, I sort of took them off, and he said "Ehrhart, you better keep the mouth shut until you know what's going on around here." I think it was at that point that I realized things were not quite what I was expecting.

It went downhill from there, and again I can't even begin to explain in the space of time that you have all the things that went into it, but I began to understand, it became obvious that the enemy was the very people in these villages around us, and we were in a very heavily populated area at that time, they were the enemy, or at least the enemy was out there somewhere and we couldn't tell one from another. And day after day our patrols went out and we ran into snipers and mines and snipers and mines and snipers and mines. I saw four armed soldiers the first eight months I was in Vietnam, and yet our battalion during that same period of time sustained 75 mining and sniping incidents per month, over half of them resuling in casualties. This is for a unit of about a thousand men. But there was no one to fight back at, and you begin to think, these people are the enemy, they're all the enemy. And then you go through villages and, you know, you get sniped at and so you call an airstrike in on the village and the whole village goes up, or you go through a place and you search it, and you burn houses and blow them up. The common perception, the notion I had when I was in high school was it was the Vietcong terrorized the Vietnamese population, forced them to fight against the Americans on pain of death. What I began to understand in Vietnam was that they didn't need to do things like that, all the had to do was let a Marine patrol go through a village and whatever was left of that village, they had all the recruits that they needed. I began to understand why the Vietnamese didn't greet me with open arms, why they in fact hated me, but of course that didn't change the fact that my friends were getting killed and injured every day and the only place that you could focus your own anger and fear was on those civilians who were there, and so it was this self-perpetuating mechanism: the longer that we stayed in Vietnam the more Vietcong there were, because we created them, we produced them.

None of that distilled itself into the clear kind of expression that I'm presenting now. What I began to understand within days and which became patently clear within months was that what was going on here was not what I had been told, what was going on here was nuts, and I wanted to get out. I knew if I was still alive on March the 5th 1968 they'd stick me on an airplane in Danang we used to call it the freedom bird and I could fly away and forget the whole thing. Turned out not to be quite so easy to forget it, but that was the notion, and certainly my last eight to nine months I ceased to think I quite literally ceased to think about why I was there or what I was doing. The sole purpose for my being in Vietnam at that point was to stay alive until I could get out.

And the reason for that is, you know, the kinds of questions that began to present themselves were just.. the questions themselves were ugly and I didn't want to know the answers. It's like banging on a door, you knock on a door, and the door opens slightly and behind that door it's dark and there's loud noises coming like there's wild animals in there or something. And you peer into the darknees and you can't see what's there but you can all this ugly stuff.. do you want to step into that room? No way, you just sorta back out quietly, pull the door shut behind you, and walk away from it. And that's what was going on, those questions, the questions themselves were too ugly to even ask, let alone try to deal with the answers.
  2 w ago in Stuff

Fuck Your Fear

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Thinking

If people cannot write well, they cannot think well, and if they cannot think well, others will do their thinking for them.
If the ability to tell right from wrong should have anything to do with the ability to think, then we must be able to "demand" its exercise in every sane person no matter how erudite or ignorant.
"The Life of the Mind: The Groundbreaking Investigation on How We Think"
I fortunately come from generations past that learnt to think using paper. If I have to cut off my right arm to escape computer addiction, I can do that. Generations now and especially in the future will quite literaly be unable to think straight without an electronic device in their hand. To them, life will be brutually stressful with no inner peace to be found because they will be assaulted non-stop by disingenuous companies who have every kind of life-sapping wares to peddle.
Stallman is just always swimming against the tide of what people actually want.

Isn't that the mark of a thinking man? A drug dealer gives people what they want; a thinker tells them what they should want. So what if they don't listen? That's the normal division of labor: the prophet warns and the people ignore him.
I feel like the inability to focus for long periods of time is holding back progress in many areas. If we can't even stay away from email for a few days, how can we clear our minds of conventional thinking?
Think deeply about things. Don’t just go along because that’s the way things are or that’s what your friends say. Consider the effects, consider the alternatives, but most importantly, just think.
There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is dangerous.
The aim of totalitarian education has never been to instill convictions but to destroy the capacity to form any.
Most of us are unable to sort out reality — we can't distinguish between a thing and a symbol for that thing . This springs from several causes. One cause is that we are isolated from the natural world, where the distinction between a thing and a symbol is more obvious. Another cause is our educational system, which simply reflects the intellectual laziness of the society in which it is embedded. A third cause is resistance on the part of vested interests — if we could think creatively, we would be difficult to govern, and advertisers would have to appeal to reason instead of emotion.
The net effect of this language system was not to keep these people ignorant of what they were doing, but to prevent them from equating it with their old, "normal" knowledge of murder and lies. Eichmann's great susceptibility to catch words and stock phrases, combined with his incapacity for ordinary speech, made him, of course, an ideal subject for "language rules."
"Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil"
The outstanding negative quality of the totalitarian elite is that it never stops to think about the world as it really is and never compares the lies with reality.
"The Origins of Totalitarianism"
There are many people who are not entirely themselves because as children they were not given time to think about themselves. And because they don’t know everything about themselves they can’t know everything about everything. But no one likes to admit that she doesn’t know everything about everything. And so these people try to make up for not knowing everything about everything by doing things.

[..]

People who for some reason find it impossible to think about themselves, and so really be themselves, try to make up for not thinking with doing. They try to pretend that doing is thinking.
Within the affluent democracy, the affluent discussion prevails, and within the established framework, it is tolerant to a large extent. All points of view can be heard: the Communist and the Fascist, the Left and the Right, the white and the Negro, the crusaders for armament and for disarmament. Moreover, in endlessly dragging debates over the media, the stupid opinion is treated with the same respect as the intelligent one, the misinformed may talk as long as the informed, and propaganda rides along with education, truth with falsehood. This pure toleration of sense and nonsense is justified by the democratic argument that nobody, neither group nor individual, is in possession of the truth and capable of defining what is right and wrong, good and bad. Therefore, all contesting opinions must be submitted to 'the people' for its deliberation and choice. But I have already suggested that the democratic argument implies a necessary condition, namely, that the people must be capable of deliberating and choosing on the basis of knowledge, that they must have access to authentic information, and that, on this. basis, their evaluation must be the result of autonomous thought.
"Repressive Tolerance" (1965)
  2 w ago in Meta Collection

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I don't understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, and it can't get it together.
by Warsan Shire
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.


later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
'I feel, you know, I hurt, please help.' I'm saying words, man, and if I look at an audience and they ain't understanding me, it's just like getting kicked in the teeth.
  2 w ago in Meta Collection

The obligation to resist

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
The Declaration of Independence
But our present State is a dictatorship of Evil. “We’ve known that for a long time,” I can hear you say, “and it is not necessary for you to remind us of it once again.” So I ask you: If you are aware of this, why do you not stir yourselves? Why do you permit this autocrat to rob you of one sphere of your rights after another, little by little, both overtly and in secret? One day there will be nothing left, nothing at all, except for a mechanized national engine that has been commandeered by criminals and drunks. Has your spirit been so devastated by rape that you forget that it is not only your right, but your moral duty to put an end to this system?

If a person cannot even summon the strength to demand his rights, then there is nothing left for him but destruction. We will have deserved to be scattered to all corners of the globe, as dust before the wind, if we do not pull ourselves together in this eleventh hour and finally summon the courage that we have been lacking till now. Do not hide your cowardice under the cloak of cleverness! Because every day that you delay, every day that you do not resist this spawn of hell, your guilt is steadily increasing, like a parabolic curve.
Courage is indispensible because in politics not life but the world is at stake.
"Between Past and Future"
As citizens, we must prevent wrongdoing because the world in which we all live, wrong-doer, wrong sufferer and spectator, is at stake.
"The Life of the Mind"
Of course, the terrible things I heard from the Nuremberg Trials, about the six million Jews and the people from other races who were killed, were facts that shocked me deeply. But I wasn't able to see the connection with my own past. I was satisfied that I wasn't personally to blame and that I hadn't known about those things. I wasn't aware of the extent. But one day I went past the memorial plaque which had been put up for Sophie Scholl in Franz Josef Strasse, and I saw that she was born the same year as me, and she was executed the same year I started working for Hitler. And at that moment I actually sensed that it was no excuse to be young, and that it would have been possible to find things out.
And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand? After all, you knew ahead of time that those bluecaps were out at night for no good purpose. And you could be sure ahead of time that you’d be cracking the skull of a cutthroat. Or what about the Black Maria [Government limo] sitting out there on the street with one lonely chauffeur — what if it had been driven off or its tires spiked. The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt!

If... if... We didn't love freedom enough. And even more — we had no awareness of the real situation. We spent ourselves in one unrestrained outburst in 1917, and then we hurried to submit. We submitted with pleasure!
What is to be done? The answer is easy. It has always been easy. Stop saying "not in my name" and start saying "over my dead body". That's what we did. It works. Do it.