Agitprop: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Propaganda

Falcon Got You Sucka

Dead Presidents

It seems like the Election of the Dead gets started earlier and earlier every election cycle.

If dead communists and socialists aren't your thing, there's now the dead occultist, reputed in life as the "wickedest man in the world" Aleister Crowley:

Aleister Crowley is dead, British, and not running for office. No, we don’t want him as President of the United States of America. We’re not trying to win an election here. We’re trying to send a message. [Aleister Crowley 2012]

The good folks behind Aleister Crowley 2012 seem earnest, with the objective "to promulgate [Crowley's] Law of Liberty." The apathetic anarchist in me is all about liberty, but the question is worth asking: can a message be promulgated through a write-in campaign for a dead guy? Because it's like Guy Debord said, "you cannot combat alienation by means of alienated forms of struggle."

Upon the realization that the electoral process is a sham, voting dies as a means of resistance. Utilizing the process, even if only "to send a message," actually validates the legitimacy of the system being rejected! (Think of the influence, say, "record voter turnout figures," have on the perception of the process. Or a breezy human interest story on the 6:00 news about the festival atmosphere at the polling station where you just wouldn't believe the wacky people you might run into.)

I first advise abstention. Or perhaps the fouling of one's ballot so it cannot be processed, thereby increasing the "undervote" and calling voting mechanisms into question.

The thing is, message promulgation, using means established by The System/The Machine/The Spectacle, (a system fundamentally opposed to the kind of Liberty the Crowley 2012ers propose,) runs the risk of the message being appropriated and reordered to suit the whims of that system.

Nonetheless, (what the hell, right?) In closing, if you simply must vote, why not consider a dead dude? Dead guys aren't superior to your standard political candidates because they're communists, socialists, or occultists. They're superior candidates because they're dead.

And if you simply must vote, for someone alive, consider this guy:

People Get Ready

God Bless The Spectacle

some reasoned Spectacle wrap-up here.

They're Just Nine Old Rich People Who Hold the Fate of the Universe in Their Hands, That's All

This summer the goat fucking child molester will return to his New Hampshire abode to spend the remaining years of his existence churning butter and hemming trousers on his front porch step. He'll also be sporting a shotgun just in case another pesky property rights activist tries to steal his precious log cabin or mug him during a morning jog.

The bad news for us is - over the next several months we will be forced to endure the national charade that is selecting, vetting and confirming the next Supreme Court Justice. Get ready for the theatrics - Senators waxing philosophical about the primal importance of an up-or-down vote, interrogating character witnesses about what curse words the candidate used on the playground during middle school, and flaunting homemade pie charts to explain strict constructionism.

I wish it was over already.

Obama might unknowingly choose his own Souter, that is, a seemingly liberal justice who overtime will grow more pragmatic, i.e. conservative.

Personally, I'd like to see perennial Guys From Area 51 presidential candidate Gus Hall nominated to the Court, but I'd settle for Gary Busey or Ward Churchill. Mainly, I want someone who is going to aggravate ScaThomAlito. Perhaps, a strong woman would be the best prescription for the court. Or one of those circus seals that can bounce a ball on its nose. 

Summoning All Resident Photoshoppers

Six years ago today:

Crop out Bush, paste in Obama.

Crop out Bush-lovers' ejaculations', paste in Obama-lovers' ejaculations.

Crop out Bush-haters' ejaculations, paste in Obama-haters' ejaculations.

Meh, the circle-jerk remains unbroken.