By Jason Miller

“God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?”

–Nietzsche

“What this means is that corporations and those who run them cannot stop exploiting resources and amassing wealth until they have… .I cannot finish this sentence, because the truth is that can never stop; like cancer, they can only continue to expand until they kill the host.”

–Derrick Jensen

By Jason Miller

5/9/08

(Perhaps my profane words will offend, but in light of the fact that we are in a race to eradicate capitalism before it renders the Earth uninhabitable, I don’t give a fuck).

Yes. It’s another anti-capitalist rant by Jason Miller. Big surprise! I’m the associate editor for Cyrano’s Journal Online, the anti-capitalist tool. We’re not big fans of free market ideology and its tacit socioeconomic license to rape, pillage and plunder.

As a nation, we are all being gutted by high fuel prices, food costs that are rising so rapidly that the "average American" is experiencing difficulty in keeping food on the table for their families - and the sub-prime crisis and subsequent collapse of several corporations that were once household names is rapidly causing the collapse of our entire economy. Progressive and Liberal writers, now often joined by Republicans as well, have been attempting to organize the people to participate in a general strike - but as usual, the mainstream news media refuses to tell America the truth - and the people remain unaware that the worst is yet to come, and that as a nation, the Bush administration is playing God with all of our lives... "The Decider" has ignored the majority of the people and has demonstrated, time and time again, that the average American is meaningless in the scheme of his quest to dominate and enslave America, breaking us down to the point that people find it hard to attend peaceful protests because they can't afford the gas to travel where they are needed. I noted in an article that appeared on RAW Story that many truckers in South Dakota couldn't attend a planned protest because they couldn't afford the fuel - which is obviously the intent of destroying the American economy. Destitute people cannot risk a day or a few hours of their wages as they live from check to check - and its been planned that way as the government uses food and fuel as a weapon against the American people!

By Jason Miller

4/22/08

(As inspired by a conversation with Derrick Jensen)

“There’s got to be just more to it than this;
Or tell me why do we exist?”

–Iron Maiden

Is the Western consumerist culture that we inflict upon the rest of the world truly the pinnacle of our evolution? If it is, I resign my membership in the human race. Though I don’t fear that I’ll be compelled to tender my resignation any time soon because our so-called “non-negotiable American Way of Life” is a piece of shit, for myriad reasons.

“Of Obama, Democrats, and the Power Elite”

By Patrice Greanville and Jason Miller

CHARISMATIC, ARTICULATE, SMOOTH, AND INTELLIGENT, Barrack Obama is the living embodiment of his vague, ethereal, and tantalizing messages of “hope” and “change.” To the millions upon millions of US Americans desperate to purge the naked imperialism and blatant criminality of the Bush administration from the White House, Obama IS hope and change. Yet like many establishment liberals before him, Obama is no cure for the malignant creep toward fascism plaguing our nation. If elected, at best he will merely serve to postpone the inevitable a bit.

There’s a Beggar at the Door, It’s Your Banker
By David Glenn Cox

My parents used to tell me about the last great depression, I vividly remember my father explaining to me how the landlady would come to beg his parents for the rent. Not to ask for the rent or demand the rent but beg. My grandparents would give her whatever they had at the time, fifty, seventy-five cents. She would leave, joyous for a small percentage of the five-dollar rent.