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Activist Times International #84
Attention: Big Brother is NOT watching you; you are on candid camera...
Hey!!! Hey!!! Hey!!! It's ATI 84. The George Orwell Memorial Issue.
Down and Out at Kidney Island and Lady Smith Minesite.
Sunday nite (monday morn actually) 1:45 a.m. This last day of June, 1997.
There's no #'s run and no calendula section. No one submitted. (hint, hint,
hint) "What do I have to do..." -VF-
June 4, '97. a poem by Punkin. Allouez, WI 1997.
Emotionless dehumanization,
Slaves to consumerism;
Sweat stings the naked eye,
And your gut wrenches:
As the sickening smell of
Factory fumes invade your lungs-
The unborn remain so,
Robots not capable of childbirth.
Are you the manufacturer,
Or the manufactured?
-- -- -- -- -- --
From WIRED news www.wired.com:
Senate Votes to Block Bomb-Making Info
by Rebecca Vesely
The Senate has voted 94-0 to tack onto a
Defense Department spending bill an amendment that would
prohibit the distribution of bomb-making instructions in the
United States.
Although the word "Internet" is not mentioned in the four-page
amendment, the legislation would outlaw Web sites, newspapers,
zines, and books that publish instructions on how to make a
bomb - such as The Anarchist's Cookbook and The Terrorist
Handbook. Violators would face fines and prison sentences of
up to 20 years.
Sponsored by Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-California), who has
been trying to get the legislation on the books since 1995, the
amendment passed Thursday is narrowly written to include only
the distribution of material that has an "intent to harm."
...
[see the rest at www.wired.com]
Prime Anarchist here. That was reprinted from one of the listservs I'm on.
I thought it had wide apropriateness, if you catch my drift.
The poem before it comes from a new penpal of mine.
Not many letters to the editor this week. Two I couldn't print because I
couldn't read them. Makes me wonder if they were letters to the editor or
hate mail. As usual, address all lettuce to:
[email protected]
To subscribe to this 'zine, simply send
SUBSCRIBE ATI
as the message base to:
[email protected]
Since the railroading of Marcus Garvey, there have been certain
sinister forces of the United States government who have gone to
great lengths to deceive, and manipulate the minds of the people. I am
living proof of what they are capable of.
Since my emancipation, I have been overcome with bitter-sweet emotions.
After being released from almost a lifetime of imprisonment, I am still
not completely liberated and cannot be while my comrade,
Mumia Abu-Jamal, is still a victim of this ongoing collusion.
I can personally attest to his character and integrity. I met him in the
60s. He was working in the Philadelphia chapter at the time and over
the years, he has become like a younger brother to me. I urge you, I
appeal to you all to use that same strength that enabled you to support
me for almost three decades, and direct it towards Mumia's struggle.
With your help, I never lost hope, with all of you fighting for me on the
outside, my spirit was strong enough to sustain everything it needed
to persevere on the inside.
I thank you for everything you have done for me, and for everything you
continue to do for Mumia. Together . . . we will rise above it all.
Peace,
Geronimo
/
/ The Prime Anarchist
/ Paddle to the Sea
/ Report. Right Pronto.
I was hoping to report on this within three weeks. But the
response has been so quick so far I'm going to tally this up EVERY WEEK
for three and then go from there. You can say that this literary experiment
worked wonderfully.
For those of you just tuning in, what we did was we started last week's
issue with a little piece about Paddle To The Sea the famous 1940's kiddie
adventure novel about a 4-foot long canoe that got dropped off in the great
lakes and "paddled" his way out to the Atlantic Ocean. Complete with map
and everything. Well the experiment was to see how quickly it could make it
to the eastern US seaboard.
Was I impressed. Faster than I could've predicted. 2 days, old Paddle
made his way to the Atlantic Ocean.
So here it is so far. First report was from Columbus, Ohio. Probably
bumped into that NinaPinSanMary replica they did in '92. Second bullet came
in from Detroit, MI.; no doubt where Paddle must've escaped those big huge
circular saws. Of course if a US Government agent was on his tail and
wanted to make it look like Earth First!ers were to blame s/he could've
spiked that canoe and all hell would've broke loose, right? But that's
a whole other story... we won't go there. By they way, Detroit forwarded it
to a webpal in Denver so we await hearing from him or her.
Next we were told that we reached NYC. Bingo. Atlantic seaboard. Made it.
"But I'm not going to forward it to anyone since I didn't find the content
too interesting." Well at least he was honest.
Finally, Ole Paddle made his way to Calgary. "also, loved the poem and
agreed with its perspective," for those of us looking for feedback. I coulda
put that quote in letters to the editor, but decided it fit nicely just here.
So now I can't wait to see where Paddle ends up next. If you've never
read Paddle To The Sea, by the way, add it to your summer "climb a tree and
read a bunch of new books today" list. You'll find it fun, fascinating
and full of fodder for full-grown adults as well as the little foo-fighters
it was originally written for.
Next is a neat book review. You ready?
"WHO IN HELL...: A Guide To The Whole Damned Bunch," by Sean Kelly & Rosemary
Rogers.
Put as succinctly as I can, this book is an alphabetized list of everyone
these authors believe got a reserved seat in "the hot town." The Abyss
perhaps. Including the guy who threw his daughter down a well in a Violent
Femmes album.
Agamemnon's there, as is Aaron Burr. You'll find Hitler and Mussolini,
Elpinore's not there. He was just dumb. There's no place in hell for dumb
people, unless they just never learn. That's your ticket to points worse
still than the Abyss. Cerberus is there and also Joan Crawford and Father
Coughlin (who by the way, are since married. Going on 70 years now.)
Now, George Custer's there and so are the Knights Templar. But where's old
Rough and Longhaired Kit Carson? And Kristoffer Kolumbus for that matter.
OK, so this book is just too politically schmorrect for its own good. But it
was a fun-to-read.
Who knows, you might even meet a friend.
"Thus it appears that even sins go in and out of fashion. It has been five
hundred years since Dante described an Inferno full of alchemists, barrators,
diviners, panderers, simonists, and userers. Where in Hell, we may well ask,
are the NRA lobbyists, urban renewers, strip-miners, (ed: strip-mallers for
that matter) paparazzi, on-line child pornographers, draft dodgers,
infomercial producers, crack dealers, New Age gurus, tax cheats, self-help
quacks, concentration camp commandants, and causers of gridlock?" (ed: strip-
mallers again???)
That from the preface of said book. Happy reading.
If you ever get to Green Bay, WI in your lifetime - not that you'd want
to- but if you ever do, there's a pun waiting for you to drive by.
Go down Asland, Ave. and then take a right onto Tennis CT.
I kid you not.
It's there. Of course this from a town that also has "Easy ST" listed in
the directory. My friend Rich tells me he grew up there...
NAFTA. Bad for US; Bad for THE Mexicans.
I'm dreaming of an Ex Exxon.
Yo, ho, waddya say.
Exxoff. Let's shut the Crandon Mine down.
JOURNAL POEM 13 from "I SLURP MY COFFEE: A Book Length Poetry Manuscript"
by Marc Weisenheimer.
"How Many Haiku?"
Debbie Does Donuts
HIRE OUR KEYS. POOP VAN SCOOP: PICKS
UP WHERE YOUR DOG LEAVES OFF.
For "Gross Encounters of the
Turd Kind," The ad says. Claims
To be #1 in the #2 business.
More men would eat 'em if we
Spelled Quiche with a "k." (keesh?)
Treppy (n) a trendy hippy. Usually
Found in coffee houses.
EG: the treppy jumped over
The moon. (pl) treppies.
(adj) a style of hippy.
(adv) treppyish.
You mean I'll make twelve
A day tax free singin songs
On a sidewalk now???
I drank a bottle of acid
Rain water -- how come nothing
Happened except the mens room?
Whatever happened
To the Frito Bandito?
"Homemade song," he says.
I wonder why I
Always look out a
Window while I brush my teeth
Wherever I am.
Colorado rainbows are just
Green, yellow and a lot of red.
Your seat can be used as a
Flotation device.
Center yourself in the botanical
Garden, hands in pockets, head
Tilted back, eyes closed, staring
At sun. Cures allergies.
Ingredients: herbs,
Rhubarb, strawberries, spices,
Nectars and flowers.
Perigree moon.
NEXT ISSUE: an interview with Harvard Ethnobotonist Wade Davis.
an interview with Marco The Walker. (reprinted from Infinite
Onion magazine May '93. "ishu ate."
an interview with Andrew Lloyd Webbler about his lover's spat
with Tim Ryce.
an interview with Prime Anarchist about his new libel charges
lobbed from Webbler AND Ryce.
AS PER USUAL: send all contributions, tribute, alms, palms, and psalms to
[email protected]
To subscribe: send a self addressed stamped envelope to Marco. General
Delivery. Any major city.
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