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Sep. 3rd, 2008

  • 10:36 AM

Graciela Acosta -- age 35. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Carlos Petete Almiron -- age 23. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Nicolas David Neira Alvares -- age 16. Anarchist. Killed May 1, 2005, Bogota, Colombia.
Judi Bari -- age 47. Earth First! and IWW. Bombed by FBI on May 24, 1990. Survived. Died of cancer, March 2, 1997.
Gustavo Benedetto -- age 23. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Walter Campos -- age 16. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Rachel Corrie -- age 23. Killed by IDF while defending a Palestinian home from demolition, March 16, 2003, Rafah, Palestine.
Carlos Cortez -- age 81. Anarcho-syndicalist. IWW. He was an artist; poet and muralist. Died January 19, 2005.
Juan Delgado -- age 28. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Aregentina.
Buenaventura Durruti -- age 40. Anarchist revolutionary. CNT-FAI. Killed in battle in Spain, November 20, 1936.
George Engel -- age 51. Anarchist. Haymarket martyr. Murdered by the state, November 11, 1887.
Victor Enrique -- age 21. Killed december 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Wesley Everest -- Army veteran. IWW. Killed by an American Legion lynch mob in Centralia, Washington after defending his fellow workers. "Tell the boys I died for my class." November 11, 1919.
Jordan Matthew Feder -- age 23. Anti-Racist Action. Friend and comrade. Died of meningitis returning from Miami FTAA Summit actions after exposure to Capisicum 2, OC powder and other chemical weapons used by the state. November 26, 2003.
Adolph Fischer -- age 29. Anarchist. Haymarket martyr. Murdered by the state, November 11, 1887.
Julio Flores -- age 15. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Diosdado Fortuna -- IUF unionist. Killed by paid assassins on September 22, 2005 after leaving the picket line outside Nestle's manufacturing plant in Cabuyao, Laguna, Philipines.
Kaneko Fumiko -- age 23. Anarchist/nihilist. Arrested September 23, 1923 with anarchist Pak Yeol on suspicion of plotting to kill the Emperor of Japan. Hanged self in prison rather than serve life sentence, 1926.
Lee Kyang Hae -- (also Lee Kyoung-Hae) age 56. Farmer. Committed suicide protesting WTO in Cancun, September 11, 2003.
Joe Hill -- age 36. IWW. Murdered by the state, November 19, 1915. "Don't mourn; organize!"
Yanina García -- age 18. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Aregentina.
Carlo Giuliani -- age 23. Anarchist (despite what some have later claimed) and volunteer at the Social Center Emiliano Zapata. Killed July 20, 2001, Genoa, Italy. CHI NON HA MEMORIA NON HA FUTURO.
Roberto Gramajo -- age 19. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Pablo M. Guias -- age 23. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Diego Lamagna -- Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Claudio Pocho Lepratti -- age 38. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Louis Lingg -- age 23. Anarchist. Haymarket martyr. Killed self one day before his execution date rather than give the bastards the satisfaction, November 10, 1887.
Frank Little -- age 38. IWW. Half-American Indian, he organized workers and spoke out against conscription and WW I. Murdered by gun thugs, August 1, 1917.
Graciela Machado -- age 36. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Aregentina.
Alberto Marquez -- age 57. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Luciano Enrique Romero Molina -- age 47. SINALTRAINAL unionist. Murdered by paramilitaries (again...Nestle is where he worked), September 10, 2005, Valledupar, Cesar, Colombia.
Farouk Abdel Muhti -- age 57. Palestinian activist, father, partner, friend and comrade. Detained for two years by US government, released in April 2004. Denied heart medication while in custody, Farouk died of a heart attack, July 21, 2004.
Lin "Spit" Newborn -- age 24. Anti-Racist Action. Murdered by Nazi boneheads together with Dan Shersty outside Las Vegas, Nevada, July 4, 1998. Never forget! Never forgive!
Daniel "Dan" Shersty -- age 20. Anti-Racist Action. Murdered by Nazi boneheads together with Lin "Spit" Newborn outside Las Vegas, Nevada, July 4, 1998. Never forget! Never forgive!
Albert Parsons -- age 39. Anarchist. Haymarket martyr. Murdered by the state, November 11, 1887.
Rosa Paniagua -- age 13. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Marcelo Passini -- Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Rubén Pereyra -- age 20. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Damian Ramirez -- age 14. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Diego Rancagua -- age 26. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Marcelo Riva -- Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Gaston Rivas -- age 30. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Ariel Salas -- age 30. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Ken Saro-Wiwa -- age 54. Writer, human rights advocate. Murdered by the state after a show trial of himself and eight Ogoni rights activists, Port Harcourt, Nigeria, November 10, 1995.
Kanno Sugako -- (also Kanno Suga) age 30. Anarchist. Accused of plotting to assassinate the Emperor of Japan. Murdered by the state, 1911. Shouted, "Museifu Shugi Banzai!" ("Long live anarchy!") in the courtroom upon hearing her sentence.
August Spies -- age 32. Anarchist. Haymarket martyr. Murdered by the state, November 11, 1887.
Rominal Turain -- age 15. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.
Alejandro Ricardo Villalba -- age 19. Killed December 19/20, 2001, Argentina.

best video ever...

  • Aug. 25th, 2008 at 11:55 AM

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i'm still confused about the guy waving the american flag, but whatever.


drunker than satan.

May. 13th, 2008

  • 1:47 PM

there's something ironic about life. okay, so that's an understatement. everyones finding out that it's meaningless and we're all heading down the same road. enlightening sentimental moments are over and adulthood chokes the imagination out of our time.

i cant even think to write. its all meaningless.

Feb. 28th, 2008

  • 9:12 PM

i'm gone this time, for quite a while. i'll talk to you and    update you on life when i get back.


peace.

Feb. 11th, 2008

  • 9:26 PM

but every error is due to extraneous factors (such as emotion and education); reason itself does not err.
- kurt godel 29 November 1972

Jan. 29th, 2008

  • 5:35 AM

For years, Wal-Mart tried to enter the U.S. banking business, but it gave up in 2007, pulling its application after endless outcries from domestic retail banks. Now it's found a more receptive audience south of the border. In November, Wal-Mart de México opened its first consumer bank, Banco Wal-Mart, in Toluca; the company plans to launch 80 more by the end of the year.

Toluca , a sprawling industrial town near Mexico City, seems like an unlikely place for Wal-Mart's maiden push into banking. But there, in a strip mall, beside a bakery and a beauty parlor, Norma Pacheco is mulling a Wal-Mart account. "I'd use it to pay for my Wal-Mart purchases," says Pacheco, a 42-year-old engineer. "The brand gives me confidence."

Pacheco isn't the client Wal-Mart de México is ultimately after. Mexico's biggest retailer, with 668 stores, wants to crack the low-income market in a country where just 24 percent of households have savings accounts, compared with 55 percent in Chile. Wal-Mart (WMT, Fortune 500) plans to boost sales via debit cards, later ease users into more profitable services like insurance, and make money on interest-rate spreads. Early signs are promising. Héctor Aguila, the bank's manager, says that about 40 percent of the new clients who have signed up at dedicated desks in the store since the bank's November launch have never had an account of any kind.

Wal-Mart's mission is to lure newcomers with easy instructions and entry points, like minimum balances of less than $5 and no commissions, compared with $100 minimums at competing banks. (But interest rates are only 1 percent, half what most banks pay, and Wal-Mart's annual rate for consumer loans is 75 percent.) The retailer, which opened three branches in Toluca, plans to have as many as 80 by the end of the year, before an even bigger push in 2009.

Wal-Mart is also eyeing the $23 billion remittances market - the amount sent home every year by Mexican immigrants in the U.S. Because it forged a cut-rate deal with MoneyGram (MGI), Wal-Mart is outpacing the overall growth in the money-transfer market, says Robert Dodd, an analyst at Morgan Keegan, but its share remains tiny. The retailer says it has no plans to revisit the U.S. bank market soon, though Jan Smith, managing director of InfoAmericas in M iami, says Mexico is "a good dress rehearsal."

Wal-Mart isn't the first bank to court Mexico's low-income earners. In 2002 appliances retailer Grupo Elektra started Banco Azteca. Today it has nearly 1,500 branches and more than seven million savings accounts. A spinoff from microfinance firm Compartamos followed in April with similar services and an IPO that was 13 times oversubscribed. But Wal-Mart's broad appeal, high traffic, and low fees give it an edge, analysts say.

The retailer's entry into Mexican banking follows reforms by the Calderón administration, which wanted to make it easier for low-income earners to open accounts. Now other big banks may try to get in on the action. Says HSBC (HBC) corporate accounts manager Julius Cardoza: "We're curious about Wal-Mart's strategy."



this fucking disgusts me.

i hate this world.

Jan. 27th, 2008

  • 5:02 AM

but a hata aint seein just sweatin' the grip i've got on this fuckin market

Jan. 27th, 2008

  • 4:50 AM

 away, from the only things that have ever been there for us. life and death.

vladmirr fucking lenin.

  • Jan. 25th, 2008 at 4:54 AM

V. I. Lenin - An Appeal to the Red Army, March 1919

Comrades, Red Army men! The capitalists of Britain, America and France are waging war against Russia. They are taking revenge on the Soviet workers’ and peasants’ republic for having overthrown the power of the landowners and capitalists and thereby set an example to all the nations of the globe. The capitalists of Britain, France and America are helping with money and munitions the Russian landowners who are bringing troops from Siberia, the Don and North Caucasus against Soviet power for the purpose of restoring the rule of the tsar and the power of the landowners and capitalists. But this will not happen. The Red Army has closed its ranks, has risen up and driven the landowners’ troops and whiteguard officers from the Volga, has recaptured Riga and almost the whole of the Ukraine, and is marching towards Odessa and Rostov. A little more effort, a few more months of fighting the enemy, and victory will be ours. The Red Army is strong because it is consciously and unitedly marching into battle for the peasants’ land, for the rule of the workers and peasants, for Soviet power.

The Red Army is invincible because it has united millions of working peasants with the workers who have now learned to fight, have acquired comradely discipline, who do not lose heart, who become steeled after slight reverses, and are more and more boldly marching against the enemy, convinced he will soon be defeated.

Comrades, Red Army men! The alliance of the workers and peasants of the Red Army is firm, close and insoluble. The kulaks, the very rich peasants, are trying to foment revolts against Soviet power, but they constitute an insignificant minority. They rarely succeed in fooling the peasants, and then not for long. The peasants know that only in alliance with the workers can they vanquish the landowners. Sometimes, in the rural districts people call themselves Communists who are actually the worst enemies of the working people, bullies who hang on to the authorities in pursuit of their own selfish aims, and who resort to deception, commit acts of injustice and wrong the middle peasant. The workers’ and peasants’ government has firmly decided to fight against these people and clear them out of the countryside. The middle peasants are not enemies but friends of the workers, friends of Soviet power. The class-conscious workers and genuine Soviet people treat the middle peasants as comrades. The middle peasants do not exploit the labour of others, they do not grow rich at other people’s expense, as the kulaks do; the middle peasants work themselves, they live by their own labour. The Soviet government will crush the kulaks, will comb out of the villages those who treat the middle peasants unjustly and, come what may, will pursue the policy of alliance between the workers and all the working peasants-both poor and middle peasants.

This alliance is growing all over the world. The revolution is drawing nigh, it is everywhere maturing. A few days ago it was victorious in Hungary. In Hungary, Soviet power, workers’ government, has been established. This is what all nations will inevitably do.

Comrades, Red Army men! Be staunch, firm and united. March boldly forward against the enemy. Victory will be ours. The power of the landowners and the capitalists, broken in Russia, will be defeated throughout the world.

comment to be added, ya know the drill.

  • Dec. 29th, 2007 at 3:45 PM

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it

Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble
Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble
Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow
I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
their life and times, deadly like the virus design
but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

[Masta Killa]
A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
A representation of the families that lost one
all victims of incarceration
Or other divisions of the family structure
Youths are injected with serums that leads
to skin irritations, babies being born with
disfigurations, experimentations
On their faces there bear world relations
of mothers that carry the pain
of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It lightly begins to rain screams of terror
are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane
Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this
bitter sickness, and left us to witness

[U-God]
Yeah, yo
Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days
Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game
The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing
It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen
Zero process, progress, become the hunted
America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it
Some love the speed, some satisfy a need
Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed
One flew astray, and then caught my little seed
Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife
The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes
Take in my energy, breath and know the rest
Cause the good die young and the hard die best

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

[RZA]
Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants
while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances
Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
The whole projects is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking
Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking
New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid
Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays
Inside my lab, I'm going mad
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe

[Method Man]
As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
Don't wind up like your old dad
Still searching for them glory days he never had
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
The cash rule everything now, we going down
These babies looking up to us, it's up to us
The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus
But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

Dec. 29th, 2007

  • 3:44 PM

Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved

Dec. 21st, 2007

  • 10:41 PM

love me love me!<3 fucking bitch.