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Monday, June 2nd, 2008
10:50 pm
"Like hyenas, the pig has a tendency to smile and laugh after they attack."
Sunday, May 11th, 2008
2:50 am
i'm on top of everything,
a little king of anything,
got a place of mine that's all my own.
i'm inside of me again, a small world all the same,
and i'm alone, and i'm alone, and i'm alone...
Monday, September 11th, 2006
11:53 am
The Milgram Experiment
A lesson in depravity, peer pressure, and the power of authority

"The aftermath of the Holocaust and the events leading up to World War II, the world was stunned with the happenings in Nazi German and their acquired surrounding territories that came out during the Eichmann Trials. Eichmann, a high ranking official of the Nazi Party, was on trial for war crimes and crimes against humanity. The questions is, "Could it be that Eichmann, and his million accomplices in the Holocaust were just following orders? Could we call them all accomplices?"

Stanley Milgram answered the call to this problem by performing a series of studies on the Obedience to Authority. Milgram's work began at Harvard where he was working towards his Ph.D. The experiments on which his initial research was based were done at Yale from 1961-1962.

In response to a newspaper ad offering $4.50 for one hour's work, an individual turns up to take part in a Psychology experiment investigating memory and learning. He is introduced to a stern looking experimenter in a white coat and a rather pleasant and friendly co-subject. The experimenter explains that the experiment will look into the role of punishment in learning, and that one will be the "teacher" and one will be the "learner." Lots are drawn to determine roles, and it is decided that the individual who answered the ad will become the "teacher."

Your co-subject is taken to a room where he is strapped in a chair to prevent movement and an electrode is placed on his arm. Next, the "teacher" is taken to an adjoining room which contains a generator. The "teacher" is instructed to read a list of two word pairs and ask the "learner" to read them back. If the "learner" gets the answer correct, then they move on to the next word. If the answer is incorrect, the "teacher" is supposed to shock the "learner" starting at 15 volts.

The generator has 30 switches in 15 volt increments, each is labeled with a voltage ranging from 15 up to 450 volts. Each switch also has a rating, ranging from "slight shock" to "danger: severe shock". The final two switches are labeled "XXX". The "teacher" automatically is supposed to increase the shock each time the "learner" misses a word in the list. Although the "teacher" thought that he/she was administering shocks to the "learner", the "learner" is actually a student or an actor who is never actually harmed. (The drawing of lots was rigged, so that the actor would always end up as the "learner.")

At times, the worried "teachers" questioned the experimenter, asking who was responsible for any harmful effects resulting from shocking the learner at such a high level. Upon receiving the answer that the experimenter assumed full responsibility, teachers seemed to accept the response and continue shocking, even though some were obviously extremely uncomfortable in doing so.

Today the field of psychology would deem this study highly unethical but, it revealed some extremely important findings. The theory that only the most severe monsters on the sadistic fringe of society would submit to such cruelty is disclaimed. Findings show that, "two-thirds of this studies participants fall into the category of ‘obedient' subjects, and that they represent ordinary people drawn from the working, managerial, and professional classes (Obedience to Authority)." Ultimately 65% of all of the "teachers" punished the "learners" to the maximum 450 volts. No subject stopped before reaching 300 volts!

Milgram also conducted several follow-up experiments to determine what might change the likelihood of maximum shock delivery. In one condition, the touch-proximity condition, the teacher was required to hold the hand of the learner on a "shock plate" in order to give him shocks above 150 volts.

The most amazing thing to note from this follow-up experiment is that 32% of the subjects in the proximity-touch condition held the hand of the learner on the shock plate while administering shocks in excess of 400 volts! Further experiments showed that teachers were less obedient when the experimenter communicated with them via the telephone versus in person, and males were just as likely to be obedient as females, although females tended to be more nervous.

Milgram's obedience experiment was replicated by other researchers. The experiments spanned a 25-year period from 1961 to 1985 and have been repeated in Australia, South Africa and in several European countries. In one study conducted in Germany, over 85% of the subjects administered a lethal electric shock to the learner."
Friday, September 1st, 2006
3:03 pm
Yes!
if it would make you comfortable, i'd jump out of this tree,
or maybe we could get married and be happy.
these few words could be the last we ever speak.
do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe?
maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me,
we could marry, live in this tree.
but it's unlikely. because you don't like me,
and i don't like me, and it's unlikely.
12:43 pm
I love hardcore
New 108 song is here: http://weare108.com/

Their return gets me stoked about hardcore.

"angel strike man. we're forgetting, again. buildings are falling and we're failing again. numb to the misery from all the blood stained imagery || angel striking man || sell yourself into slavery again, sell our children to the state again, sell your body to commercials again, sell your soul for the dollar again. shackled for forgetting, forgetting again. shackled just long enough to remember again || every word is politics, every action; a smoking gun and if you deny it run, run, run || angel strike man."
Saturday, August 26th, 2006
3:14 pm
Check out this site
http://coregasm.blogspot.com/

Lots of free mp3's there. This dude even put up the fucking Canon 7". Download that.

Gatekeeper demo too. Go to the archives, April 2006 for that.
Sunday, July 23rd, 2006
4:55 pm
Article on straightedge
Story and pictures here. Of course they took things out of context and interviewed a bunch of goons: http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_4084079

James Bockas, Eagle Scout and cornerback for the Weber High Warriors by day, leads a different, less apple-pie life by night.

Ruddy-cheeked with crystal-blue eyes, the 17-year-old comes from a strong Mormon family, mows lawns for gas money and is a member of Straight Edge, a movement that, on its face, is a parent's dream: Its adherents abstain from alcohol, drugs and smoking.

But Straight Edge also has been linked to domestic terror groups by the FBI and is labeled a gang by police in Utah. With its recent revival, the movement is worrying a whole new generation of Utah parents.

To find out why, walk for a moment in Bockas' sneakers.

Some of his Straight Edge friends tote Mace and miniature swords, while others have burned homemade tattoos onto their chests and arms with hot brass knuckles.

Bockas concedes that Straight Edge punk concerts in Ogden and Salt Lake City often involve brawls, including one in February where Bockas broke his nose. The clean-cut blond remembers wandering dazed into a bathroom and cracking the bone back into place through a stream of blood and pain.

Bockas wears all of it with a mix of casual bravado and adolescent pride.

"It's an integrity thing. You want to stand up for yourself," Bockas said of the brawls.

Hard-core punk at center

To its defenders, Straight Edge is a mostly positive movement centered on the hard-core punk music scene, an outlet for creative, sometimes shy kids who are resisting the glorification of drugs and alcohol.

But the Utah version of Straight Edge is controversial even in an underground subculture that, beginning in the 1980s in Washington, D.C., has grown into an international phenomenon.

In the late 1990s, according to police, members of Straight Edge in the Salt Lake Valley firebombed a McDonald's, a mink- feed cooperative and a leather- supply store, and committed at least one murder, the beating death of a 15-year-old Latino high schooler with a baseball bat.

"Salt Lake is not representative of Straight Edge as a whole, period," said Ross Haenfler, a professor at the University of Mississippi and author of a book on Straight Edge.

"Most of the kids in Salt Lake, I presume, are completely benign. But there is this certain element - I wish I could pinpoint exactly why it emerged there - but it was very pro-animal rights and very aggressive," he said.

After a crackdown in the run- up to the 2002 Winter Olympics, police say that Straight Edge is again in vogue in cities across Utah. They cite a rising number of brawls in high schools and melees on the streets, sometimes directed at suspected drug dealers or others who don't share Straight Edge's values.

Among the recent incidents linked by police to the movement are a shooting between a Straight Edge gang and a rival early this year; a recent beating of two teenagers that may be prosecuted as a hate crime; and a car chase in November involving at least 20 Straight Edge members who used baseball bats and a crowbar to destroy a rival's car.

Some punk bands from other cities refuse to play Salt Lake venues for fear they'll be attacked. At a punk concert in January 2005 and another at Halloween, bands were beaten by Straight Edge attendees.

"If you talk to their victims, they describe it as being attacked by a bunch of piranhas. They see blood in the water, and everyone goes after it," said Detective Jeremy Nelson of the Ogden Police Department's gang task force.

"It's a violent culture. For them to say that it is not is just denial," he said.

Nelson should know.

A nine-year veteran of the Ogden police, the 32-year-old detective was once in Straight Edge himself but got out so he could become a cop. Just under his uniform's short sleeves, he still has an elaborate tattoo that reads: "One life. Drug free."

Straight Edge attracts kids whose parents may have gotten in trouble with drugs or alcohol, Nelson said, as well as adolescents from upper-middle-class Mormon families who are tired of being harassed for not drinking.

But the world they enter, besides preaching abstinence and environmental consciousness, is also filled with glorified violence and a ritualized ferocity.

Dance like a street fight

The dance style at Salt Lake's Straight Edge concerts looks like a mock street fight. At a recent concert in a Salt Lake City parking lot headlined by the local band Cherem, dancers punched one another and performed roundhouse kicks. Some were tossed into benches and flower beds. One was briefly knocked out after being kicked in the head.

"It's kind of a rush. When I'm in the (mosh) pit, I don't remember very much. It's an altered state," said Jordan Lund, a 17-year-old Straight Edge member from North Ogden.

"Whether you're getting hit or hitting other people, it's fun," said Lund, whose nose has a visible curve from two breaks suffered at Straight Edge concerts.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

In the 1980s, the affluent suburbs of Washington produced a band called Minor Threat, whose lead singer, Ian Mac Kaye, decried the widespread drinking and drug use of American youths. MacKaye wrote a song called "Straight Edge," the lyrics of which include:

I'm a person just like you

But I've got better things to do

Than sit around and (expletive) my head ...

I've got the straight edge

And a movement was born.

An "X" - the mark that clubs at the time put on the hands of underage concertgoers who couldn't drink - became the Straight Edge symbol. The movement is now popular in cities from Los Angeles to London, spread through the hard-core punk scene and increasingly via Internet chat rooms and underground blogs.

Experts say that apart from a handful of militant cities, Straight Edge is usually peaceful, and in a published interview, MacKaye decried the violence associated with the scene in Salt Lake. Both Denver and Boulder have small, generally nonviolent Straight Edge scenes.

Even in Utah, police calculate that 80 percent of an estimated several thousand Straight Edge youths in the state cause only minor trouble, fighting in clubs or schools, but little else.

Some of those fights, police say, erupt between rivals within the Straight Edge scene; others are with groups that openly party and drink (many Straight Edgers attack the "jock" culture they say dominates American high schools). In some cases, anti-Straight Edge gangs have formed in Salt Lake suburbs, including one called SLD, for Straight Edge Lay Down.

Detective Lex Bell of the Salt Lake County gang unit said it's a strange irony that the popularity of Straight Edge in Utah is probably related to a match between the values of the movement and the values of Mormonism, the state's dominant religion and one whose members are warned off drugs, alcohol and caffeine.

"These kids get into junior high or high school (and) they start being confronted or made fun of for having those beliefs. Then they hear about Straight Edge and can be accepted into a group that's considered cool and can still live with the beliefs" they were raised with, Bell said.

"But once they're into that Straight Edge lifestyle, they start building a level of dedication to the movement, and it progresses to where it starts becoming violent," he said.

Members on a gang list

After the movement was declared a gang in Utah in the 1990s, anyone identified by state authorities as Straight Edge is put on a gang list, allowing them to be searched at any time by police without probable cause.

Those in the movement say that police characterizations of the group's violence are exaggerated and that when it does occur, it's usually a reaction to a provocation or begun in self- defense.

"They are not hearing both sides of the story; they're hearing the losing side," said Brook Lund, a 25-year-old from Salt Lake and Jordan Lund's cousin, who has an "X" and the word "Dedication" tattooed on his neck.

Indeed, while many adults are mystified by Straight Edge members who often shave their heads, cover their bodies in tattoos and deform their ears with body plugs, those inside Straight Edge say they are just as dumbfounded by a society that drowns itself in alcohol and drugs.

Most see their decision to declare themselves Straight Edge as a turning point in their lives, and the tattoos and distinctive dress are considered a statement of a lifestyle that can sometimes take on religious proportions.

An often-repeated tenet is "I'll die for Straight Edge." Some credos are more extreme. One T-shirt at the recent Cherem concert read: "I believe in the use of violence to achieve animal liberation."

"These are people living a completely healthy lifestyle - drug free; without toxins. It's a great movement," said Scott Arave, a fixture of Utah's hard- core punk scene since the 1990s.

His arms and legs covered with elaborate tattoos, Arave, 31, sits in the living room of his parents' suburban split-level in West Point, Utah, a half-dozen framed family portraits neatly arranged on the coffee table.

Arave said a friend committed suicide under the pressure of FBI surveillance during the 1990s. He's had other friends who were involved in violent acts of protest in favor of animal rights, acts he now sees as unnecessary but doesn't entirely condemn.

"Kids here were tired of talking and took action. I wouldn't say they were doing something wrong. They stepped up to the plate," Arave said.

Middle-class movement

What shocks many in Utah is that Straight Edge here is a largely middle-class, suburban movement. Police say some of the most militant Straight Edge crews are based in places such as South Jordan, a Salt Lake City suburb of million-dollar homes and Mercedes in the driveways.

Some longtime Straight Edge members who have renounced violence say it's important to remember that the rage accompanying the movement's attitude toward drugs and alcohol often stems from tragic experiences in members' lives.

Jason Dunstan, 32, said that when he was a child, both he and his brother were physically abused as a result of alcohol and drug use in the family.

By the time he was an adolescent, Dunstan's anger had found an outlet in Straight Edge. He often brawled, mainly with skinheads, and never left home without a can of Mace or a pocket chain that could quickly be wrapped around his fist to make brass knuckles.

"I didn't fight fair. I could turn about any nondescript item into a weapon," he said.

That changed after he accidentally shot himself in the hand outside a concert. Now he spends time in Straight Edge chat rooms hoping to convince a new generation that violence goes against the spirit of the movement.

"I was sitting there in the hospital, and my mom was freaking out," Dunstan said of the night he was shot. "I kept thinking, 'How many people had I put in the hospital? How many families had I put in this position?'

"I learned what the violent side of Straight Edge was doing to families - the exact same thing as drugs and alcohol. We were no better."

Jeremy Nelson of the Ogden Police Department shows off the tattoo he got as a Straight Edge teen. "It's a violent culture," he says of the group that has attacked some punk bands.
Thursday, July 20th, 2006
1:09 pm
Green Scare Target Zach Jenson Pleads Guilty, Snitches on Friend
By Zoe Blunt
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Three arrested on informant's evidence before alleged eco-sabotage occurred.
In January, three people in their twenties were arrested in California for allegedly planning to sabotage a power station, cell-phone tower, and a US Forest Service facility.

A press release from U.S. Attorney McGregor Scott states Zachary Jenson, 20, of Monroe, WA, pleaded guilty Tuesday to one count of conspiracy and agreed to testify against his friend and alleged co-conspirator, Eric McDavid, age 28. Jenson will be sentenced October 3rd, and may be freed on bail Friday.

Lauren Weiner, 23, made the same deal in May. She is now free pending her sentencing hearing August 8.

The FBI accused the three of planning the sabotage in the name of the Earth Liberation Front, an underground network that targets developers, logging companies, and government agencies that destroy wilderness and wildlife habitat.

Associated Press reports:

Three days before their arrests, the three allegedly scouted the Nimbus Dam and nearby fish hatchery on the American River near Sacramento, and the Forest Service’s Institute of Forest Genetics near Placerville.

They didn’t know an undercover FBI informant had infiltrated the group. The FBI secretly rented a cabin for the group in Dutch Flat, outside Auburn, and wired the building for audio and video surveillance.

Jenson and Weiner have named McDavid as the supposed ringleader.

McDavid remains in custody at the Sacramento County jail, where he has resorted to hunger strikes in order to receive vegan meals. His supporters say he has been held in a Total Separation Unit, meaning that he spends almost all his time alone in a solitary cell.

Earth Liberation Prisoners Support Network, an advocacy group “supporting all who do not compromise in defense of Mother Earth,” lists both McDavid and Jenson on its website, but its policy states “we DO NOT support people that provide information to law enforcement or snitch on allies or co-defendants.” Prisoners who testify against others are dropped from the support list.

A paid FBI infiltrator known as “Anna” is responsible for the bulk of the evidence against Jenson, Weiner and McDavid. She provided the funds to rent a house for the group near Auburn, California, which was wired to record the conversations inside.

The FBI admits “Anna” was involved in gathering evidence on 12 other anarchists. Once it was known an infiltrator was at work, activists compared notes and pinpointed a young woman who joined in a number of public protests and organizing gatherings in 2005, including Bio-Democracy in Philadelphia, an anti-OAS gathering in Miami, the Crimethinc convergence in Indiana, and the Feral Visions gathering near Asheville, NC.

“Anna” is now reported to be living in Iowa with another group of environmental activists.

“She was always asking about ALF actions locally,” an anonymous commenter wrote on Infoshop.org last month.

Other anonymous activists have posted photos of “Anna” taken at public demonstrations in 2005.
Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
7:31 pm
Mack Evasion's Heartattack column
Finally found this transcribed on the internet. This appeared in HeartAttack #45 about a year and a half ago. It's a long read...but here you go.

Someone told me all I wrote about was wanderlust and "Getting away with stuff." I'd never really thought about it. Another said I wrote like I never had a negative opinion of anyone. Yet another said every time she came home to her collective house to an uninvited traveling anarchist drinking on her couch, she blamed my writing. God. Three comments and we are are halfway down the list of things I hated most. Ungrateful visitors. Alcohol. Most anarchists. "Positivity" as a substitute for opinions. People who only told other people what they wanted to hear. Or wrote what they wanted to read...

If that was me, I wanted no part. A good time, I thought, to burn some bridges. I've said it before: I'm not here to make friends.

VEGAN STRAIGHT EDGE- THE RESURRECTION

Karl Buechner (Earth Crisis) and Aaron Cometbus. In the punk scene, my two biggest influences And inside of 2 hours, I'd just met both. Someone said that was a strange top two. Maybe it was, I'd never thought about that either.

The whole thing was a long story, or maybe a short one that seemed long. A story of one road trip, four friends, 2000 miles, and almost getting arrested in Baltimore for cutting my hair in a Starbucks restroom. Not knowing what to charge me with, the cop just laughed. We all did. We’d been laughing the whole trip. Attempting LA to dallas in 20 hours. Celebrating our nations independence in a hot tub, taking a course in hip hop slang from a girl I barely knew. Eighteen hours at a computer on July 5th, hours late on HeartattaCK deadline, pounding the keyboard towards something to be proud of, against the deadly obstacles of my poor writing and my tourmates yelling at me. “Hurry up. Let’s go. No one reads those things anyway.”

Total Liberation Tour 2004. Vegan Straight edge- The Resurrection. The real reason for this trip. A handful of speakers and bands, assembling the early traces of what boasted itself as a vegan sxe revival. Revival of a scene nearly dead for seven years. Ten cities, three weeks. The bands: Purified in Blood, Purification, Undying, Tears of Gaia, and more. At first word, I raised an eyebrow, uncertain if the urgency and fertility of the mid-90s scene could ever be recreated, and I wanted to cross the country to gauge for myself. But an offer came, from one of the touring bands, an offer for a seat in their van. NYC “be there.” I folded my xCulturex shirt and organized a ride east.

Arriving in NYC, turns out the van I was to be in wasn’t really there. Still another seat was offered, in another car, and for the next 2 weeks I rode the vegan straight edge train cross country, going to shows and taking notes. My role was an observational one, strictly non-participartory. For two weeks I stood to the side watching, critiquing, looking left and right wondering if the “scene” facet of vegan straight edge could still count me in.

The x’d fists flailed, the “declaration of war” sing-alongs roared. It was 1994 all over again. Then my stint with the tour closed. After thinking about my assessment I halted down a ruling: inconclusive. Like anything, the closer you get, the more obvious the blemishes. The first time around my window to vegan straight edge came through zines and lyric sheets. This time, tainted by personal contact with some in the bands, my respect comes a little more guarded. Yet, for all but a few, I have to believe them when they say they believe their own words, believe in the end of man’s hierarchy over this earth, in Vegan Revolution. I have to, even if sellout statistics show otherwise. I believe because I want to. I believe because of people like Andreas san Diego.

AUGUST 2003

August 28th; a bomb explodes at the headquaters of the Chiron Corp in Emeryville, CA. September 26th: another explosion tears through the headquaters of Shaklee Inc. Both companies participating in or with ties to animal research. A communiqué is issued stating the explosives will double in size until all companies sever ties to Huntinton Life Sciences (contract vivisection lab), and declaring “now this war truly has two sides.” October 5th: The FBI holds a press conference issuing a warrant for the arrest of Andreas San Diego. A profile on Americas Most wanted follows. San Diego becomes a federal fugitive facing over 50 years in prison. Andreas-veteran of the mid 90s vegan sxe scene- is on the run for his life.

XTWO SIDES AND A LINE THAT DIVIDESX

These are the stories written from the history books. Vegan Straight Edge as a force. The years from 1990 to 1997 saw vegan sxe kids-or a few of them- make hardcore a threat, maybe for the first time. Vegan Reich set it off in 1990; accurately capturing the urgency of the struggle for all life. Vegan straight edge had arrived. And with the intrusion into the comfort zone of armchair radicals everywhere came a correlating backlash. They called them privileged white kids, when the visionary and lyricist of Vegan Reich wasn’t even white. They said they’d sell out in a couple years, when 14 years later the man behind it all is still vegan and standing by every word. Vegan Reich upset all the right people and inspired a few others to action. Militant animal liberation and radical ecology moved into an apolitical youth crew scene. “Taking a stand” shifted from a posi-sing-along to a necessary move for all life on earth. The call was urgent, and a lot of kids took it and ran...

Again, the pary history ignores. The torched egg farm trucks and closed fur stores. Protests and outreach. Vegan straight edge meccas like Memphis, Salt Lake City, and Syracuse becoming hotbeds of both direct action and above ground activism. The mark of hardcore kids on the latter was clear. And while few were ever caught for the former set, we can only guess whether the surge of clandestine actions tied into the rise of vegan sxe. A butcher shop is sabotaged in Syracuse in 1995. Graffiti left at the scnee reads: “liberation’s crusade has begun.” Now check your Earth Crisis lyric sheet and decide for yourself…

The parts left from the books, from discussions of punk as a political force. Vegan Straight Edge kids stepping to the frontlines. Like the SHAC 7 –activists indicted this year on “animal enterprise terroism”- 5/7 of whom are vegan sxe, or came from that scene. The group Compassion Over Killing began small as the first animal rights group started by hardcore kids, now a national group with clout and reach beyond measure. Countless activists were forged by by the vegan sxe scene. Numerous vegan sxe kids saw prison time, including Benjamin Persky, Peter Schnell, Jacob Kennison, Alex Smolak, and more. Hardcore kids making a difference. Even Karl Crisis adopted and rehabilitated animals from a wildlife shelter.

But you take the good with the bad. With former vegan sxe-ers like Kevin Tucker, now actualizing his most macho fantasies bowhunting for deer in Pennsylvania. David Agranoff of Voicebox zine is turncoat, giving sanctuary to a known ALF informant in San Diego. Josh Ellerman and Geoff Kearns cooperated with the FBI in testimony against other activists, both sitting in Leavenworth prison and a mansion in Venice, respectively. And given their crimes, neither dwelling is quite as appropriate as that which they deserve: a coffin.

The Firestorm would serve the world well to start with a few in our ranks. But with thousands who can credit vsxe for the evolution of their political consciousness, for a springboard towards doing something for the world, the imposters won’t negate its worth. Not those mentioned above, or below…
Let’s burn some bridges.

TO HELL AND BACK

Vegan Straight Edge since 1994. feels good to finally say it. Finally, after years of my written output cornering me into scenes I was never a part of, kids I would never hang out with. Yes, if anyone ever needed to get out of a scene, it was me.
Let me explain. Three years ago, I saw a humble piece of my writing published by an anarchist collective and appropriated by the scene that surrounded it. I dotted the last “i” and was thrust into a bizarre and foreign crowd, one I didn’t endorse nor understand. Just short of “crust” in one direction and “hippie” in another. Some called themselves “primitivists, ” some “CrimethInc-ers, ” others just “soldiers in the struggle.” The only consistent thread running through them: Anarchist.

My friends and I had long considered ourselves anarchists, if you forced us to put a name on it and temporarly concern ourselves with the narrow issue of the political arrangement of one species on earth. The Vegan Straight Edge scene and animal rights struggle had already imparted an anti-capitalist ethic. The supremacy of Nature’s Law was my understanding since birth, never something I had to label, be it “primitivist” or anything else. By most measures, myself and this new crowd was a union meant to be. Or so it seemed from a distance.

My writing had put me in this circuit, and I saw no reason not to embrace it. But right away, something was off. That summer I went house to house, scene to scene. First it was an anarchist house in Greensboro, then another in Lake Worth FL, Pensacola…The kids talked revolution, but talk was all it was. This post-WTO anarchist movement was almost entirely critique based. Words mistaken for actions. A uniform fashion of torn t-shirts and beards. Everyone messed up on drugs and alcohol. An unseen level of self-importance without a resume of accomplishments to back it up. Loud and constant talk of police and surveillance, boosting themselves up as being a part of something important enough for the police to surveil. Flowery talk of “smashing hierarchy, ” yet I hadn’t met another vegan in a month. Every cause was a “single issue” except the one that was fashionable that week- transgender, white privilege…Critique, critique, critique, critique. I thought of the truest of lines: Those that can, do. Those that can’t, talk about it.

In the three years since, I’ve met some good people from these circles, some that have went on to become good friends. Sweeping generalizations serve no one. Yet a crowd from which I’ve met over a thousand kids, I’d put less than 30 as something I’d call tolerable. Or honest. Or level-headed. Or into it for anything more than because it makes casting stones at everyone else a righteous act. And these are the foot soldiers of the new punk based political movement. Green Rage for This Bike is a Pipe Bomb. Shame, shame. The more I acquainted myself with these kids, the more of my vomit that had to be cleaned from the hemp carpet of their “collective house.”

I guess I stopped caring for “unity”. It's time to say that with these people, I have no allegiance. What they call “liberating their desires" I call hedonism. What they call “releasing their natural scent” I call being filthy. What they call "the actualization of revolutionary thought" I call throwing up stencils in an alley now and then.

While most such “anarcho anti-capitalists” are posing revolutionary, trading in their birth names for cool anarchist ones like Squirrel Leaf Woodhuck Nut Bunny, the real revolutionaries are elsewhere. Like Andreas San Diego, not changing their name but having them taken, traded for Federal Fugitive 13445892. While your poseur “affinity gourp” is discussing the white privilege implications of jaywalking, people are out there quietly laying down critique for action, across the tactical spectrum: from filing Freedom of Information Act requests to arson.

So goodbye, bozos. I guess there comes a time to start drawing lines. Stop forcing what will never be. Cease diplomacy with that which cannot be reasoned with. I tried. Tried to bring compassion to your “movement.” Tried to drill into your head that you cannot "smash capitalism" while emboodying its cruelest forms of indifference and sadism, but I guess the dread locks got in the way. Ideologically, I may agree with every one of you, almost to the letter- but your applications are a joke. Your priorital scale a mess. The house next door is burning down as you stand to the side, looking away as burning bodies go flailing past, having an anarchist discussion circle on fire as a symptom of white privilege. Disgraceful.

VEGAN SXE IS WATCHING, AND THERES NOWHERE TO HIDE...

What I learned from Vegan Straight Edge is hate and love. Compassion and Justice. Ten years in the ring, my every step challenged by this culture of escapism and blood. Every step a challenge, and every challenge accepted. And each time, it was I who got the last laugh. From coronary heart disease to another wasted night of booze and regret. Ten years of resistance, of confrontation by detractors who have yet to offer a single argument to defeat it.

Veganism: Because 10 billion creatures are killed each year in the US alone. Because its not merely "another issue, " but the source of most of the suffering on earth. Because the greatest consumer of the earth's resources -water, food, and energy- isn't "the rich," its animals. Because injustice doeasn't end with non-human animals, but thats the bulk of it. Becasue there is nothing just or righteous about a political framework that ignores 99% of life on earth.

Straight Edge: Because alchohol and drugs are pacifying tools of government and industry. Because they make one submissive and unquestioning. Because as a substitute for all creativity, drugs make one a boring person. Because they are powerful tools to neutralize opposition. Because pulling the plug from your brain for a while ignores the issue of what it is about your life that would bring you to wish this in the first place. Because drinking culture- the vomit, the liquid band aids for insecrity, the empty "s/he's fun to drink with " friendships- will never be any less degenerate. Because if you're a "punk" or "radical," going to parties and getting drunk with the boys, I wonder how you convince yourself you're any different than the frat boy up the street. Or for that matter- your parents.

Vegan Straight Edge because while no one is saying it's an end, it's the best stepping stone I know of.

I look through those old zines from Holocaust to Anxiety Closet- reminded of what brought me here all those years ago. The sense of urgency. When you see injustice, do something. When your job is bleeding you of life, quit that job and live in a storage cloest. It was about people making a difference- for the world and themselves. From education, to protest, to being criminals for their lives and others.

Such is my home. Standing here years later, in the ruins of what was, I can count my true vegan sxe friends on the fingers of one hand. The kids go, but the foundation remains timeless, more solid than the Nalgene bottle on your utility belt, drunkee.

Yet not only a stance in opposition to the greatest sickness and injustice of our culture. A challenge to the most degenerate elements of our subculture.

DAYS OF DREADLOCKS, NIGHTS OF ROADKILL

From vegan sxe's first wave, some of us are still here, and still trying to "bring it back." Not just "back to," but back from.

Straight Edge lost its politics, trading it for something a little easier on the brain if not the eyes: hair dye and makeup. And so opened a void in underground music, one quickly filled. Filled by what the political underground music scene has regressed to: critique-based, feel good anarchist politics. Chatter from deluded swarms of self-important pseudo-activists, Carharts flapping in the wind...all of it, the sound of one very bad joke that's just not funny. Bike for the revolution. Dismantling capitalism one homebrew at a time. Dress up your every selfish move as "revolutionary."

And the soundtrack to this parade of self-importance: bands like Rambo. Carharts, and bandanna comedy troupes whose politics and imagery were a slap in the face to those really fighting- not just with words, but actions. It is not that the actions of this crowd fall short of, say, those alleged to have been carried out by Andreas San Diego. For in that category, I'm no better. Its the exaggerated self-importance. The dressed up as "revolution." Critique as a substitute for actually doing something. And by "something," your incestuous anarchist discussion group falls a little short.

The real tragedy is not that a small handful of good kids get caught up in a bad scene. It's this new wave of post-WTO anarchism as a siphon. For so many kids without direction, wanting only to be better people and make the world a better place, this Hedonistic Anarchism of 2004 will be their Vegan Straight Edge of 1994. Flocks of kids who 10 years ago would have involved themselves with something as volatile, positive and political as vsxe, now find a Rambo record and copy of Species Traitor- and what happens then is rarely pretty. Those who would have found vsxe as a stepping ston now find New Wave Anarachism as an apex. Picture sitting on a boxcar, double fisting roadkill and a 40oz., and feeling really good about yourself. Yes, my vision of anarchy begins with the end of most anarchists.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW

Abnegation, Gatekeeper. Framework. Canon. S.E.V.I.N. Morning Again. Chokehold. Raid. 108. Birthright. Falling Down. The Setup. Contempt. I spend a lot of time looking at these records, wondering where they all are now. With some, I don't have to wonder. Iggy Abnegation is boozing it up in the club scene. Damien of Morning again is playing bar rock over soft-core porn vidoes, taking long drags of Camel Lights and eating yogurt. Or thats what my roommate said he ordered when they went out once. The Setup vocalist left nothing but Egg McMuffin wrappers behind when he moved from his house in San Diego: Or thats what his former roommate told me when we snuck into opening night of Petco Stadium last spring. Steve Lovett of Raid is married with kids, working as a forest ranger in California. Chris Logan of Chokehold sold out veganism and the animals, but still clings to sxe. Like not doing drugs goes anywhere in the integrity department when your every meal is a death sentence for another. A lot of sad stories, ones of apathy and weakness. Proving insincere hardcore vocalists are a dime a dozen, and woth even less.

But their words remain. Contempt taught me compassion didn't equate to pacifism. 108, that my life was worth more than a 9 to 5 prison. Raid, that "scene unity" with those we despise is not only overrated, but dangerous. Vegan Reich imparted a sense of urgency. Culture, that vsxe was a multi-issue threat to the worst parts of this culture. Resurrection, that apathy was inexcusable. Earth Crisis, that vegan straight edge was merely a stepping stone. Rob R Rock, that while veganism might change the world, it won't make you a good MC.

Flash ahead to 2004. No longer a strong presence in the US, I watched vegan straight edge retreat to the sidelines. Silent, but like the dormant but still active volcano, a thing at times heard rumbling in the distance. Total Liberation Tour 2004. Bands like Cherem and Risen. While the current slight upswing of vsxe may yet again fall to the forces of black hair and eyeliner, Carharts and alcoholism, its message and merit as a springboard for change will never die. As I sit to pen these words, I'm reminded of this never so much as this night.

SUMMER 2004

May 17th, 2004 in Provo Utah: thirteen animals were removed fom an Agricultural Research lab at Brigham Young University. Six weeks later, two fires were set, casusing $30,000 damage. Graffiti at the scene read: "This is war."

Flash ahead to four days ago. September 2004 in Provo UT. Last day of our book and film tour. Kelly shows her documentary film on an animal rights campaign, takes questions, and says goodnight. She is approached by a vegan sxe kid who introduces himself as Josh, and asks if she has a minute. Solemnly, he begins his story. Several weeks previous, his home was raided by the FBI. They arrested his roommate and best friend on suspicion of arson and burglary in the BYU raids. He immediately confessed and snitched out Josh as an accomplice. Friday Josh would enter court and-facing mounting circumstantial evidence, the testimony of his "friend", and the advice of his lawyer-plead gulity. The plea argeement called for Josh to serve a minimum of 5 years in federal prison.

We took Josh to the only thing open in Provo at that hour, Denny's, for the rest of his story, or as much as he could tell. From being introduced to the atrocity of meat and dairy production by a table at a hardcore show, to where he is now. He'd made some mistakes, and he admitted as such, but sitting there I knew the power of a thousand Against me! fans-flopping around on the floor spewing some vague desire to "smash capitalism" with no plan for doing so-wouldn't touch the power of Josh's alleged actions. Of one kid who didn't tap his toe waiting for "the revolution, " but rather asked hismself what he was going to do for the world today, and- according to the FBI affidavit-made it happen.

Tomorrow Kelly and I walk into the Salt Lake City Federal Courthouse to support Josh in what may be his last moments of freedom. A man placed in prison for rescuing others from theirs.

XXX

I look back on it all, this scene that has given so much to the world- activists and teachers, books and bombs- and recieved little back but venom and scorn. Looking past the frauds and sellouts- the Aggranof's and Ellermans's- I see its graces and gifts at every turn. And I think of Josh and Andreas every time I step outside my house- or 4 feet in towns like Olympia or Portland- and meet another self-important anarcho bozo stroking his chest and talking about the revolution, turning into an image what some have given their lives for. For those people, time to step from the dumpstered scabies infested couch and decide what side you're on: comfortable, critique-based pseudo-activism or the fate of all life on earth.

To the rest: stay vegan, drug free, and forever above the law...---Mack Evasion

Endnotes: 1)No one is proposing vegan sxe as a direct solution to the worlds problems. These opinions are written in context of hardcore. 2) State of vsxe, 2004: www.xcatalystx.com or www.xrebuildingx.com. 3)Veg Break List : a deliberately offensive registry of where the vsxe of yesteryear are today: www.xevasionx.com/vegbreaklist. 4)thanks to Blake of Parallax for the 108 pin and unintentional fuel for this column. 5) thanks to Kelly for pulling many of the facts you just read. 6) Vegan Straight Edge retrospective interview publication in progress. Soliciting contact with all heavily involved with vegan sxe in the 1990s. 7) No disrespect intended to Days of War, Nights of Love, by the way. 8) Still looking for a good analog copy of the earth crisis 1993 demo. Mine was stolen from a van outside the Fireside in Chicago with my whole foods juice punch card 9)Yes, i'm an anarchist, anti-capitalist, etc. and so on and so on.

I'll be the last man standing xxx

Mack/245-M Mt Herman rd PMB .124/Scotts Valley CA 95066; evasion@crimethinc.com or www.xevasionx.com
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