Category Archives: Patriarchy
Love In A Time of Crowdsourcing
“We’re fucked.” I don’t know exactly when I came to this sad realization. It might have been while I was methodically deconstructing my own cigarette butts a few weeks ago, searching for the few flakes of unsmoked tobacco that … Continue reading
The Struggle for the Health of Laboring Bodies
[ed. this post candidly discusses topics that may be triggering – particularly the institutionalized violence of the health care industry as it is wielded against laboring bodies and other traumatic, first-hand experiences of the author.] I am asked to suffer … Continue reading
No H.O.M.E. For Nazis in Beverly Hills
There has been a long-running, “low-grade street war” against the neo-fascist Golden Dawn in Greece. In the Ukraine’s ongoing Euromaidan demos, it is said that neo-fascists “make up about 30% of protesters.” President Nicholas Madura recently invoked the specter of fascism to describe the … Continue reading
A Eulogy for The Ghost of Tom (Geode) Pt.1
“The Tom Morello” Can’t Save Us All & Maybe Music Itself Is The Savage Beast I wasn’t born with perfect politics and I certainly don’t presume to embody 0r espouse them even today. I’m fucked up – I’ll be the … Continue reading
Via Chicago
(ed. The following post presents an anarchist comrade’s perspective on the current challenges facing the movement in Chicago. OLAASM has added a few hyperlinks to the text to [hopefully] help contextualize some of the subjects the comrade addresses. Otherwise, all of … Continue reading
On the Sith Order Of Things and Lee Baca’s Doge
“This is the way of our Order. An individual may die, but the Sith are eternal.” ― Darth Zannah Like a true Sith Lord, 16-year Los Angeles County Sheriff Lee Baca didn’t assume leadership of his dark order until his mentor, … Continue reading
Kill the Tom Morello In Your Head
(ed. Originally published December 20, 2013 – here!) The very first frame reveals a rainbow, arcing triumphantly across an otherwise bleak, almost-monochromatic sky. We quickly zoom into a dusty, hillside village. Then – with another frenetic cut – we see a … Continue reading