NICK CRUSE—A masterful deconstruction of Cornel West’s numerous deviations from the radical, anti-imperialist path to please the capitalist establishment. We really got under Cornel West’s skin Tonight I’m going to take his doctorate away after destroying all his horrific arguments that even made the entirety of Bad Faith commentators to turn on him.
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CAITLIN JOHNSTONE—Wherein Caity recommends serious (and constant) consciousness expansion work to advance the badly needed revolutionary changes humanity needs to save the planet from the oligarchic curse.
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BRUCE LERRO—Speaking of cops, research on mass psychology has shown that most of the time, contrary to Le Bon, riots are started by the police, not the crowd. Furthermore, crowds assemble and disassemble at ballgames and concerts without any police necessary. Once gathered crowds do not stick together like honey. They easily disperse and really do not need the police to do so. I have been to many a Yankee and Knicks game in which the crowd, anywhere from 15 thousand to 30 thousand people leave the game, peacefully get on the train and talk about the ballgame. There is no need for police because nothing controversial happens. For conservatives like Le Bon, they cannot imagine that crowds regulate themselves. For them crowds are filled with animalistic, hedonistic barbarians who need the police to whip them into order.
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Who would have bet that Portland, of all possible places, would become the focus of one of the most recalcitrant, courageous anti-status quo protests? It’s humbling, folks. History always carries surprises in its folds. It’s regrettable that such enthusiasm is not liable to survive the many devious stratagems deployed by false friends of the people, and the painful lack of a combative party and leadership capable of providing guidance in the months and years ahead.
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ED CURTIN—Awareness? I sit here looking through the screen that encloses the little porch where my table rests. MLK’s words reverberate in my mind as I watch a grey fox slink across the grass in search of prey. What is it about the love of money and the fear of death that so cripples people’s care and compassion? I know I don’t want to see that fox seize a screaming rabbit and worry (to kill by biting and shaking the throat; strangle) it to death. Unlike Forché, I have not physically seen the dead and mutilated bodies of Salvadorian victims of death squads, nor been threatened by them, as she was. Nevertheless, thanks to her and others like Manlio Argueta, I have seen them in my imagination and heard the screams, and they have haunted me. Ghosts.
