You cannot defeat the US armed services in an uprising. Not gonna happen. You really willing to wager your lives on the improbability that the people who have willingly followed orders in Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, Yemen, Silver Springs, Colorado Springs, Colombia, Gitmo and wherever else will come of a sudden to a new moral conclusion, that pulling the trigger, driving the drone, loading the bombs and otherwise doing the bidding of the corporate state must all end, now?
You really think that the arbiters of the Amurrican military abattoir, that the company gatekeepers, the mercs and contractors, the bag men and wetworkers, the hired knives, the hired guns, the finks and skinks will stop doing whatever they do for the House that the Dollar Built?
You think the cops and prison wardens, the officers of the court, the judges, the punishers and prosecutors and other legal parasites will stop taking cash for their part in the incarceration racket?
Think the condottieri in the corporate press will put aside their class values and report the truths of your bumpkin angst?
You think that the believing public will come to your defense? Well, do you?
Here's what happens shortly after you take up arms. You die, and then come the arrests of those you love, and many of the people connected to you. And then the lies, and the half truths, printed and sprach'd from the ones who egged you on, and they who tsk-tsk'd in solemn condemnation, alike. Those of you who survive, and decide to fight on, you'll end up making bombs, and cutting throats in the dark. You'll snipe uniformed agents of the state from the backsides of dark alleys. You'll start running drugs to pay for mere survival. You'll trust no one, not even yourselves. You'll murder and kill and one day, perhaps long after your usefulness as an advertisement for the necessity of power passes, you might get some sort of amnesty. But, probably not.
Instead: a constant reminder to a docile public that the protection racket must continue. A cautionary tale. A reason for budget increases and further domestic militarization. The two minute hate. And then the twenty.
And yes, sure, lots of you harbor stupid racialist nonsense and notoriously bad moral logic. You fetishize killing tools (just like any number of those who'll be sent to stop you, natch), so what can we expect, right?
But, that doesn't mean you deserve to die, that your political and economic fictions should end up grist for the censors' mill, used against those that follow on after you, in courts of law and "public opinion."
So, just fucking stop it already. 1776 has come and gone. The imperializers live next door, not an ocean and months away by sea, with supply lines spanning watery wastes, and parity in weapons and resources
Find another way.
A hint, offered in honest comradery: try corruption.
Not the exposing of it. The doing...
It's hard to jail the rot, and Robin Hood has many friends.
"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red
"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done
"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ
"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done
"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ
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