it's all going wrong Posted on June 03, 2014 at 17:36
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I've figured it all out.
The aim of all thugs, thug aim,
It's been won.
I've won it.
It was me.
You can all go home. But stay around anyway, because this could well be important. Even if it probably isn't.
It all started months ago. But I won't start then.
Sisi has been declared the next president of Egypt. Putin continues to be elected in Russia. What does this all mean? It's something very simple. Political machines.
The opposition in Russia is full of shit. The last major popular figure against the ultraliberal (and in this context I mean ultracapitalist; nothing to do with libertarianism on a social level (rights for minorities, women, gays, etc)) establishment was essentially nazbols. National bolsheviks. Google them. They're full of shit, the remnants (of sorts) of the communist party of the USSR, and they were only barely relevant fighting Yeltsin. Now they're nothing. The social-democratic, even so-called "democratic socialists" were huge fans of Medvedev, of all people. Putin's Robin to his own Batman. A waste of time.
Sisi, in Egypt. The Muslim Brotherhood was essentially a politicized Salvation Army. Between their commendable services to the poor, and their usual bullshit propagating of islamic (and, that said political islamic - Erdogan's motherfuckers - inoffensive to western sensibilities, willing and able to work within a bourgeois democratic state, etc) they seized political power and were a liability to the military stranglehold over Egyptian politics - so of course they would lose out. Not only out of incompetence, but out of genuine vested interests (as in they were trying to prop up their own interests, not those of the people in Egypt, and not those of interests already established - so with limited base, they stood no chance. Now the coup has found a legitimacy of sorts in a so-called election. Many boycotted. Many more were plainly disqualified. The one contender was the famed Nasser fetishist, the famous Hamdeen Sabahi, who stood no chance. Hell, he may well be controlled opposition; from third place (second place if the military candidate were rightly disqualified, as the constitution stipulated) in the first "democratic" election in Egypt two years ago, to conceding only 3% in the latest race - he truly is a waste of time.
It's as they say; if voting truly changed anything, they would make it illegal. And here they actually did, for what it was worth.
So here, here in my short months active in Sydney, I've seen the worst of the worst. The best of the best. The same you could likely see anywhere.
Tonight, this very night, I'll go back to. This is the most important thing I've heard, and I've heard it all around.
"I don't give a shit about politics," she told me.
And she shouldn't. The politicians, on both sides of a capitalist so-called democracy, only look out for two things: the capitalist class, and how much they can bribe the working class.
"But this shit Abbot is doing. I can't stand my job. I'm going to have to go soon. And to wait six months for centerlink [Australia's unemployment benefits]?"
Now, she was great. So was her friend. I may be saying this mostly because they were constantly buying me drinks and giving me cigarettes, the two of them.
The newish Prime Minister of Australia is trying to impose Greek-style austerity measures on an economy in the midst of a global recession. That's one thing. But to do so whilst this economy has very much weathered the storm - by a combination of smart capitalism (keynesian economics - still capitalist, so fuck them, but smart in a capitalist context anyway) and Chinese demand for mineral wealth is a true question of sanity. Of sound economics, even capitalist economics.
None of it makes any sense from a pragmatic standpoint, but of course pragmatism is not the question here. The point as always is that the piggest of capitalist pigs can always profit off of these measures, and of course will do what they can to tip things towards them, no matter the suicidal cost.
So I have seen the worst this, this world has to offer, and that does not yet scratch the surface.
I'll go on with an anecdote. A brilliant one. The day was May 1st, 2014. Just over a month ago.
A cynical comrade of mine calls the thing Leftist New Year. It's brilliant.
On this day, a famed anarchist comrade, veteran of every struggle for the past twenty years at least, Justine [note: I never use real names] , was born. On the day of the famed Haymarket strike. On May Day. The International Day of Workers, all of that. Whatever.
A Thursday. Or Friday. Something like that; a work day, so the milquetoast unions of course refused striking of even symbolic gestures. The parade was reserved for the weekend. This night, essentially, was for the anarchists. The squat bars were all open and would be until everyone either passed out or went to sleep. Of course, the streets were as ours as they always were. The streets were paved with beer bottles and the gutters ran red with wine.
Of course this was the greatest opportunity to run into the tankiest of tankies. A fixture of the local Wikileaks Party; in fact, the thing is registered in her name. Not only that, but she was largely responsible for the Wikileaks twitter feed, something I've followed for years simply out of its constant finger on the pulse of legitimate and well-sourced analysis of world events. It was truly beyond sad.
Here I found the true essence of journalism.
"The Syrian rebels are all foreign invaders." Well, some of them. Especially the most extreme of the islamists, but they don't have the numbers, they only have the weapons....
"Assad was elected democratically" - Not r e a l l y , he was confirmed by referendum, by a suspiciously large margin, with no credible competition...
"The upcoming election in Syria [which happened today] is legitimate." This is problematic on two levels, quite like the last one. One: winning an election, especially one on which the state (because you control it) and the media (which is controlled by the state) are on your side, may not necessarily be very legitimate. We do run into analogous problems in the west, especially the United States (in which it is virtually impossible to compete without major corporate sponsorship), but again, being just as bad as somebody else doesn't make you good. This on top of areas not controlled by the government being (naturally) excluded from the elections (where the people traditionally disenfranchised by the old government, as bad as the rebels may be), as well as anyone who has not lived in the country for the past ten years (which includes not only candidates but also voters), makes for an atmosphere of severe manipulation, to say the least.
But these people have seen the Potemkin Villages firsthand. This woman had spoken with the Syrian president himself. The closest thing to a concession that could be found with her - not from just me, but the other anarchists in the room - was that he was fighting imperialist powers (Saudi Arabia, the UAE, Qatar, and some elements of the USA) we opposed, and for that deserved our support. Never mind that he was a representative of certain other imperialist powers (Russia, Iran (and their stooge Maliki in Iraq), and some elements of Lebanon kind of).
She thought I sounded smart. She said if I had any thoughts on international affairs I could write them up and email them to her for publication on Wikileaks Press. I could get published and reach hundreds of thousands.
And this is the best I have.
Now today, every order is falling.
Both Russia and the United States have resorted to mobilizing ultranationalist, even neo-nazi groups to further their goals in Ukraine. De-facto international boundaries are changing every day in Eastern Europe once again. Here are some as of May 24th (about two weeks ago):
The world is fucking falling apart. As always.
I'll fail a fucking journalism class. I might pass another class on globalization. I'll definitely fail the class on modernity/postmodernity.
University was probably a waste of time.
But of course, at the moment, everyone in town comes to Rick's. To the squat punk shows and the demonstrations to be assaulted by police. All of the best and worst people I've ever met. And where this country's at, whatever happens, can't be the end of it. We've all already seen this shit in America first. We've seen it at its most vicious in Greece and Spain. The rest of Europe is next.
The recent EU elections give us something terrible to fear.
I don't have a lot of hope for us. For us who'll be working the no-skill minimum wage jobs until we die in our thirties.
Crap. This tankie wikileaks woman is probably the best lead I have out of this. I've already been teaching myself Russian for months. I've already taught myself Spanish. I guess Arabic is next.
Just, just fuck.
These jobs will run out. The dumpsters will run dry. The wheat and grain fields of India, California, and Ukraine will always be fertile, but one day we won't be able to afford to eat anyway, even if we'll have our fucking iPods (and on that, sub-saharan Africa actually has some impressively high rates of cell phone ownership).
Something has to fucking happen. And nothing seems very promising. Hel once said we were the heirs to a crisis. Years ago. When it looked like it might go away. And maybe this time it won't.
I'm just lucky I might not live that long; this blog was sponsored by a bottle of wine, a million beers, and a trillion cigarettes. .