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Month: December, 2013

Moscow, January 1st, 2019


An evening, sometime in the near future…

Simon Critchley


26 Kadashevskaya nab. 115035 Moscow

January 1st, 2019

I guess we could all have seen it coming a few years back. Things really started to get worse around the end of 2013 and then dragged on into the long, cold winter months. That whole business with that guy, what was his name? Mountain in Wales. Snowden. That’s it. He went underground for a while and then emerged as the CEO of Bozhe Moi! (My God!): the amazing Russian search engine that overtook Google early in 2017. Totally wiped them out. I find it reassuringly old world and Le Carré-like to have the FSB watching all of us rather than the NSA.

Shortly after the President’s death, events moved fast. Well, suspicions were raised when they declared it accidental. Everyone knew it was suicide. He lost face (and faith) after that awful video circulated. You all know the one I mean. That was just after the attempted toppling of 1WTC. Why did they build that thing? It looked like a huge robot schlong. It was lucky that only a couple of hundred people died in the rogue drone strike, but the building’s been empty  – cursed – since then, apart from a shelter for the homeless on the ground floors. The city began to go bankrupt after whatshisname, Di Blasio, was unable to raise taxes to pay for all the damage from the great storm of summer 2016. That was when the BBB movement (“Bring Back Bloomberg”) really got momentum. It turned out that people missed his bad Spanish at those press conferences. He’s been in power for a year now, even bringing back everyone’s pal, Ray Kelly. It’s just like old times.

Biden governed heroically, if ineffectively, until they called an early election due to the state of emergency. But he was never going to beat Chris Christie, particularly after Hilary had to pull out of the primaries because of that scandal with Anthony Weiner’s ex-wife. God that guy really embraced new technology. I think he’s still serving time. Chris Christie was a surprisingly popular president. It was like being governed by Tony Soprano. People love a benevolent despot. But I guess we weren’t surprised when the heart attack happened. He was inspecting the Acela line to Boston after it had been destroyed by floodwaters.

President Rubio has been in power for over a year now. He looks the very picture of health, glowing like the self-satisfied Miami sun when he speaks. Obamacare has been fully repealed, the rather minimal tax increases on the rich have been reversed, the federal budget has been slashed (his “War on Debt” campaign), and Rubio plans to implement the NRA’s proposal to arm all schoolkids. That’s equality. Everyone gets a gun. People seem to feel safer that way. Or they just stopped caring after that horrific school shooting in Greenport: the sixth one last year. I mean, who’s counting, right?

The truth is that national politics no longer seems to matter. Neither does the state. Cosmos is the new 1% international political force, set up by Jamie Dimon and other senior business figures from across the world. Its radical plan is to abandon all states and national borders and establish an independent league of mega-cities (initially New York, Shanghai, London, Tokyo, Mumbai, Moscow, but many others want to join) with its own police force and border agents. They’ve already begun to issue passports. It comes free when you sign up for their premium credit card. I have one here in my wallet. It has their catchy motto engraved on the titanium: “The world is ours. Make it yours”. They were initially called “The League of Rootless Cosmopolitans”. But they shortened their name: like the magazine, like the drink. The only political imperative was how to preserve the patina of liberalism while maintaining existing levels of inequality. Unsurprisingly, this is not that hard. It turns out that this is what we had anyway. A large proportion of the funding base for the Democratic Party has evaporated. Bozhe Moi ! is also a big funder of the Cosmos party. Secession from their various states is expected to begin this year.

After the whole Google glasses debacle and the copycat suicides where people filmed their own deaths while wearing them, huge amounts of money were spent on lawsuits and the program was abandoned. Capital was poured into the development of what was called “inner space research.” There were various plans to insert probes under the skin at the wrist in order to internalize search functions with fingertip control. They also tried to develop an ultra-gossamer type mask where computer and skin surface would meet and merge. They called it “2 Skin”. It also failed. As did the plan to insert implants in the retina. The stroke of genius at Bozhe Moi! was realizing that the search engine and the whole apparatus could be run from a customized pair of headphones. People really like headphones. It turns out that there is still a huge difference between what you are prepared to stick in your eyes and your ears. I’m wearing mine right now to talk to you. The translate function means that everyone can speak any language they wish which is what I do here in Moscow. Rosetta Stone is already a distant memory.

Of course, we knew that the rise of Bozhe Moi! was a soft authoritarian takeover. Old-fashioned leftists would proclaim that the promised means of our emancipation (the internet circa 1996. Remember that?) had merely shackled us more tightly in virtual servitude. Boring! I mean we read Foucault too when it still mattered.  But the truth was that people didn’t really care about their privacy. Not really. Not even the Germans.

Wars came and went in the Middle East, huge populations were displaced and innocent civilians were killed. Business as usual. The pieces moved slightly on the global chessboard and then moved again. We stopped caring, particularly after the big broadcast networks began to fold – CNN was first. We knew less and less about world, particularly after all those attacks on BBC journalists. But life was just fine here. There is still no two-state or one-state solution in Israel and settlements are still being built. After the attacks on Iran following their nuclear tests, the Ayatollahs even took out a new fatwa on Salman Rushdie and one on Bono too, after he was involved in that hit musical about the Iranian Revolution. But I think they both still go to parties.

I guess the weirdest changes have been around sex. The omnipresence of the highest quality 3D pornography, combined with “sensorium” patches that went on sale in 2015, effectively killed it off. Together with the first cases of a fatal testicular cancer caused by a variant of the HPV virus that was said to be in 90% of the sexually active young male population. That got their attention.

This led to two trends. A sudden vogue, that summer, for reckless, public sex: in buses, parks, sidewalks, subways, everywhere. It became a kind of display of political indifference or even resistance among the poor, but it was picked up and imitated by a lot of college kids. They call themselves the “League of Lovers” or LOL as way of mocking the Cosmos. There continue to be many arrests and an African-American couple was shot last weekend for refusing to stop making love in Prospect Park. Not so much “Stop and Frisk” as “Stopping Friskiness.”

The other trend – less numerous, but much more influential – was the Cenobite movement, where people would pay significant amounts of money to live together but in such a way that they could remain apart and not constitute any kind of threat to each other. The first one was founded outside Warren, Vermont a few years back. But they have spread all across Vermont, New Hampshire and Upstate New York. After electing to withdraw from the world – what they call anachoreisis – each Cenobite is given an “anchorhold” where they can stay safe and warm with their devices and sleep. Any participation in public events is optional, but with the right use of a wonderful new anxiety medication called Atarax, cenobites are able to be together socially and even main eye contact without looking at their devices for up to two minutes. For fear of contagion, celibacy is the rule in all cenobite groups. This did not extend to masturbation, of course. That would have taken things too far.

People incapable of even this degree of social activity or who could not bear to be disconnected from their devices began to gather outside the Cenobite communities in more extreme group. They began to be called “Hamlet camps” or the “Inkies” after their customized black clothing, that was something between sports clothing and a Beneditcine habit. The sign up fee is prohibitively high in order to pay for the private police force and guarantee exclusivity. But I hear that some of the “Inkies” are beginning to produce some really high-level electronic music.

New York City began to feel too much like Alexandria in the late fourth century and I decided to get out when the right job offer came through. I’ve been living in this hotel in Moscow for the last 6 months working for a contemporary art space funded by one of oligarchs behind the Cosmos. It’s alright. The Russians make a generic version of Atarax and I have a bodyguard and a driver. But I stay in the hotel most of the time as it’s too dangerous to go out. Oh, happy new year.

soviet baby

Disclaimer from the League of Rootless Cosmopolitans:

This rag from Comrade Critchley has not one shred of truth contained within its bowels. The League of Rootless Cosmopolitans, a fine organization of lumpenbourgeois entrepeneurs, is not the 1%. The 1% are our enemies; we are the 0.1%, the devante-garde of humanity. We have embraced the values of full communism, albeit of the meritocratic sort. Our politics are simple: once you devour your competitors, you have the right to enjoy the spoils of mankind without charge or limit. We are the true heirs of Blanqui, Lenin, Debord, and Steve Jobs. We despise work, we love drinking, and the party comes before all. Our party is international, interracial, intersexual, interwoven interstitially in interesting intersubjective intercourse interminably in situ.

Marx was right, labor is the enemy of all who desire a realm of seamless freedom. But not all deserve such leisure. We value the machinery of mankind, the robotic testicles of production that have engendered our endless stream of goods, that have saved us from the wretched toil of the service industry, that have united north and south, east and west, rich and poor in one giant ovary of happiness. Even words like “work”, “job,” “labor”, and “toil” make little sense in our new economic system which The Economist-Vice© magazine has appropriately labeled Freedomism.

Our cybernetic meadows, where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky, dot the valleys of former cities. Our cybernetic forests filled with pines and electronics, where deer stroll peacefully past computers as if they were flowers with spinning blossoms, litter the highways of former nations. This cybernetic ecology, where we are free of our labors, and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters and watched over by machines of loving grace, has been a blessing for all who can afford it.

America, that former crucible of spirit, that rose in the dung of the present, birthed many an ideology to get us here. The experience of representative liberal democracy taught us the true meaning of the word liberty: phlegmatic. Ruled by a dictatorship of process, liberal democracy’s indifference to human content allowed for our cosmological rise from the ashes of the first cyberwar. States, those reckless mafias, those war-mongering rackets, those debt-hungry cartels are finally on the way out of human history. Thanks in no small part to us, of course, the League of Rootless Cosmopolitans, heir to both the 1st Workers International and the WTO. Governments of the past left us with intractable conflicts over resources, lands, and all other sorts of fecal matter that we care less than nothing about. The reproduction and safety of individuals’ lives has been solved without any need to leave one’s property, ever. Our freedomist lifestyle is no longer burdened by archaic practices like “taxes,” “voting,” or “welfare.” The former-Russia’s meteoric rise to multiracial reich of the rich has put to rest any more talk of “social” democracy as the endpoint of progress. On the contrary, it was the last hurdle of pre-history.

Bozhe Moi! has liberated humankind from the weight of memory. Who would have thought that remembering things was the cause of so much suffering, evil, pain, and harm? The technological relief that the Bozhe Moi! self-search engine allows has eliminated feelings of stress, depression, anxiety, and even fever. Our League, along with the support of Bozhe Moi!, plans on finally ending the primitive method of communicative action called war in the next 10-15 years. By instituting a 1:1 drone to person charity program, everyone can be protected in his or her own privacy from others. The right to pursue happiness will reach its zenith with us. The Cosmos Art program, generously supported by the Tate Postmodern, the Banksy Institute, and the Relational Aesthetes Capital Investment Club, seeks to fund new sensory experiences for the micropleasures of the methodologically individual soul. All these exciting developments are happening right now, sponsored by us, and still there are those who doubt our munificence.

Traitor Critchley mentions two groups that he claims are forms of resistance to our orgiastic society. But the Cenobites and the League of Lovers are mere detritus from the wreckage of freedom. These modern stoics and epicureans are flies on the windshields of progress. Hamlet camps and LOLers are as reactionary as the Luddites, the anti-globalists, and the marriagizers. Snowden and Assange showed the way out for everyone: once we free ourselves from the need to hide anything, then all of us are united in the great spectacle of truth. 

As one of our heroes once said about the pre-Cosmos era, “Images detached from every aspect of life merge into a common stream, and the former unity of life is lost forever.” We are that unity of life you were looking for, that image reattached to its source, that I who is we and we who is I. The World is ours. Make it yours.

Eden is burning


The language of power has become wildly reformist. Whereas previously it would show nothing but happiness everywhere in window displays and sold everywhere at the most attractive price, it now slams the ubiquitous failings of the system. Society’s owners have suddenly discovered that everything in it must be changed without delay: education as well as town planing, the way work is experienced as well as the horizons for technological development. In short, this world has lost the confidence of all its governments; they therefore propose to dissolve it and set up another one. They wish only to draw our attention to the fact that they are more qualified than revolutionaries to engineer a turnaround requiring so much experience and such considerable means, for possess them they do, and accustomed to them they certainly are. Ready then to dispense largesse come computers with their mission to program the qualitative, along with pollution managers whose self-entrusted paramount task is to lead the struggle against a pollution problem which is of their own making. But modern capitalism already presented itself earlier, in the face of the revolution’s past failures, as a reformism which had succeeded. It professed to have been the architect of the commodity’s particular freedom and happiness. It would one day finish the job liberating its wage slaves, if not from wage slavery itself, then at least from the copious remnants of those extreme hardships and inequalities that its formative period had bequeathed -or, more precisely, from whichever particular hardships capitalism itself judged it should recognise as such. Nowadays it promises to liberate them too from all the new perils and vexations which it is in the very act of producing on a vast scale, as the essential feature of the most modern commodity understood in its fullest sense; furthermore, the same fast-expanding production, so highly vaunted up to now as the ultimate corrective for everything, will have to turn itself around while remaining under the exclusive control of the same bosses. The collapse of the old world appears fully in the current ludicrous language of decomposed domination.

The Real Split in the SI, thesis 11

“Gentlemen”, he said,

I don’t need your organization,

I’ve shined your shoes,

I’ve moved your mountains

and marked your cards.

But your Eden is burning,

so get ready for elimination…”

All we want for christmas


memoirs from the zombie war #1


Another Day, Another Riot

Hamburg, Dec 21st, 2013. Rota Flora, Esso, Lampedusa.


Recent struggles reflect the two basic aspects of the process that produces the revolution of the current period: first, the delegitimization of demands, i.e. demanding is converted into a component of the reproduction of classes, which tends to be marginalized and suppressed, and second, the internal distance produced between proletarian practices in the evolution of class struggle. These two aspects of class struggle are produced in every zone of capital despite all their differences, and is imposed by the objectivity of capital, the economy. We may risk the prediction that we are entering into an era of riots, which will be transitional and extremely violent.  It will define the reproduction crisis of the proletariat, and thus of capitalism, as an important structural element of the following period. By ‘riots’ we mean struggles for demands or struggles without demands that will take violent forms and will transform the urban environments into areas of unrest; the riots are not revolution, even the insurgency is not revolution, although it may be the beginning of a revolution. The internal distance between proletarian practices aggravates all social contradictions and creates a self-reinforcing process of growing conflicts that includes more and more categories of the working class and the intensification of State repression. The particularity of this ‘era’ is that the dynamics of the struggle cannot produce stable results. In any case, the struggles of the proletarians will inevitably reproduce the opponent class and their own class existence as a class of proletarians. The limit of these struggles, now, is the fact that they are class struggles. The only guarantee to overcome this limit is a practical attack against capital, which is identical with the attack on the very existence of the proletarian class.

The Transitional Phase of the Crisis: the era of riots, Blaumachen 2011


One can today be a railway worker, yesterday unemployed, tomorrow a precarious worker, and the day after that a squatter or undocumented immigrant. Activism is the permanent ‘What is to be done?’ in an era where everything that constituted workers’ identity has vanished. It is a permanent ‘What is to be done?’ which no longer has the mediation between the particular struggles and the general existence of the class, that is to say, the workers’ identity and/or the (existing or to be built) Party, nor the maturation of the class. In all these definitions, there was, generally speaking, a ‘being’ of the proletariat to be revealed, whether this ‘being’ was explicit in its political, trade union, or institutional mediations or impeded by them. This generality of the proletariat implies that all particularities are nothing more than contingencies, accidents.

Caught without mediation in between the general and the particular, activism is a set of tactics that is always unsatisfied with both itself and anyone else (until the next action). As essentially tactics, activism functions like a tool box: generalisation of the action, overcoming of the categorial demands, self-organisation of the struggle, refusal of mediations, autonomy, etc. Consequently, if it is not definitive, it is a strong tendency: activism is normative. Action is then constructed as a question, i.e. as an intervention. The construction of this question makes an abstraction of the diversity of activities: Practice as an abstraction. The question of intervention transforms what is done (or what cannot be done) in this or that struggle—practices which are always particular—into an abstraction of practice. It justifies itself by fabricating a dilemma: intervention or waitism.

The Movement Against the French Pension Reform, R.S., Sic 2 (forthcoming)


The era of riots is at the same time the dynamic and the limit of class struggle in the current conjuncture, namely the production of class belonging as an external constraint in the face of the inability of class struggle to conclude its class dynamic and produce a renewed position of proletarian power. It is only a transitory phase in the development of this contradiction (the contradiction between classes in the current cycle of struggles) that seeks a resolution. As the crisis progresses, the proletariat struggles for its reproduction as a class and at the same time is confronted with its own reproduction (class belonging) externalised as a constraint in capital, i.e. it struggles at the same time for and against its own reproduction. The generalisation of the struggle is not posed today as class unity (under the wings of a central figure), because for the proletariat being and acting as a class only means being a part of capital and reproducing itself as such (together with the opponent class). There is no ground for a revolutionary affirmation of class belonging, no workers’ identity or proletarian community, and there is nothing to be liberated, no craftsmanship or human nature. In an environment that produces surplus populations and violently attacks the historically defined value of labour power, anchoring on the wage relation is lost together with the ability to demand better living standards.

The much-anticipated Subject loses the ground beneath its feet. The ephemeral ‘us’ of the rioters, this transient subject of destructive practices that appears momentarily only to rapidly dissolve, is the impossibility of a permanence of the Subject (the impossibility to imagine the revolution as the result of an ‘accumulation’ or overgrowth of riots). In the differentiated character of the crisis of proletarian reproduction, the crisis of the stratification of the proletariat, each part is struggling to defend its respective level of reproduction (its position on the social ladder) while they are all pushed downwards. This makes the issue of the generalisation of the struggle an issue of conflictual encounter between different practices. This is revealed in all the cases of riots invading movements.

The Feral Underclass Hits the Streets, Rocamadur/Blaumachen, Sic 2 (forthcoming)


ImageDesire is not a relation to an object, but a relation to a lack.

חֵטְא הַעֵגֶּל


Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flown each to
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight

Thus I return to the

Surplus of the World, Unite!


Je größer der gesellschaftliche Reichtum, das funktionierende Kapital, Umfang und Energie seines Wachstums, also auch die absolute Größe des Proletariats und die Produktivkraft seiner Arbeit, desto größer die industrielle Reservearmee. Die disponible Arbeitskraft wird durch dieselben Ursachen entwickelt wie die Expansivkraft des Kapitals. Die verhältnismäßige Größe der industriellen Reservearmee wächst also mit den Potenzen des Reichtums. Je größer aber diese Reservearmee im Verhältnis zur aktiven Arbeiterarmee, desto massenhafter die konsolidierte Übervölkerung, deren Elend im umgekehrten Verhältnis zu ihrer Arbeitsqual steht. Je größer endlich die Lazarusschichte der Arbeiterklasse und die industrielle Reserve-armee, desto größer der offizielle Pauperismus. Dies ist das absolute, allgemeine Gesetz der kapitalistischen Akkumulation.

The greater the social wealth, the functioning capital, the extent and energy of its growth, and therefore also the greater the absolute mass of the proletariat and the productivity of its labour, the greater is the industrial reserve army. The same causes which develop the expansive power of capital, also develop the labour-power at its disposal. The relative mass of the industrial reserve army thus increases with the potential energy of wealth. But the greater this reserve army, the greater is the mass of a consolidated surplus population, whose misery is in inverse ratio to the amount of torture it has to undergo in the form of labour. The more extensive, finally, the lazarus-layers of the working class, and the industrial reserve army, the greater is official pauperism. This is the absolute general law of capitalist accumulation.

– Marx, Capital, vol.1 (MECW 35), p. 638.

Blow up as far as the destruction of our actions



There might be someone who lives and seen a reflection that almost all of the internet consists of certain duties in the house of his property under the class ” destructive , . ” In this case , perhaps, the collapse of the past , and the heavier the attack , the better your chances of representing the offenders .
He knows that one and ruin a sign : place. And there is only one operation , defense . Will and the open air , is stronger than hate .
And a little boy and damaging their behavior with a light heart . Blow up as far as the destruction of our actions, in time, by anyone who says he is glad to reduce or destroy all roots of his own condition. It is indeed possible to be completely alone see the world as evidence , from a pure merit leads to destruction , the destruction of man , the Apollonian picture . And I believe one is a complex , which is a big win . This is the vision that he would immediately destroy me , it gives an example of the high line with this .
In the way of thy testimonies , was very happy about as harmful to the character of the work . It is natural that dictates his tempo, indirectly at least , to prevent . Otherwise , it will fail .
Is a curse , not seeing an image of the character , do you believe his eyes . Stand in need of , and instead cut off , to know what is useless. In the first place , for a time , a void – or something where the victim was . It is certain that it was the work space without inhabitant.
Harmful , because it has the character of the office unless job creation and fled . It seems wilderness , surrounded by witnesses spoiler effectiveness .
To harmful behavior. Only trigonometric to the target exposed to wind from all sides , and the other reveals to us . To protect yourself less.
You do not understand the destructive character . Shortly efforts. It could be you . But it caused her , his words harmful , it is the memorial is set . The most minute of all the bourgeois whispers of the things they want, because there is no other to be misunderstood . And harmful character he suffers not raised by reputation .
As the enemy of a rogue – to handle. If a man looking for comfort , and the excellence of it . Inner velvet pillow with a trace of the car . And what a plague destroying the future should also be the songs .
These harmful conflict with the nature of the verse will be. What do we have followed , it will pass over untouchable , and so on for the other cases , such as step by step those things to use . This is dangerous .
The obviously harmful to the human conscience is the deepest feelings and lack of confidence , in fact , he knows everything is always an insurmountable incompetent mistakes . Let faith is the same that destroyed it .
The destructive behavior or stable. But the fact that he was the way of each quarter . Where all things , mountains , walls , and see it in the way. But because he was in a certain way all things , so that in him all things clean. This is not always the power and sometimes refined . At all costs , because he sees , is always the streets . What can carry , and the next . That is , there is no – cement , but that that way .
The wicked man ‘s life Worthing sense of the life of the natural life , but not worth it.

Die sie meinen/Freedom as they know it


Die Menschen haben den Begriff der Freiheit so manipuliert, daß er schließlich auf das Recht des Stärkeren und Reicheren herausläuft, dem Schwächeren und Ärmeren das wenige abzunehmen, was er noch hat. Der Versuch, daran etwas zu ändern, gilt als schmählicher Eingriff ins Bereich eben der Individualität, die aus der Konsequenz jener Freiheit in ein verwaltetes Nichts zergangen ist. Aber der objektive Geist der Sprache weiß es besser. Das Deutsche und Englische behält das Wort frei Dingen und Leistungen vor, die nichts kosten. Unabhängig von der Kritik der politischen Ökonomie wird damit Zeugnis abgelegt von der Unfreiheit, die im Tauschverhältnis selber gesetzt ist; es gibt keine Freiheit, solange ein jedes Ding seinen Preis hat, und in der verdinglichten Gesellschaft existieren als kümmerliche Rudimente der Freiheit nur Dinge, die vom Preismechanismus ausgenommen sind. Sieht man dann genauer hin, so findet sich freilich meist, daß auch sie ihren Preis haben und Zugaben sind zu den Waren oder wenigstens zur Herrschaft: die Parks machen denen die Gefängnisse erträglich, die nicht drin sind. Für Menschen von freiem, ungezwungenem, souveränem und legerem Wesen jedoch, für jene, die die Freiheit als Privileg von der Unfreiheit beziehen, hat die Sprache einen guten Namen bereit: den des Unverschämten.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have. Attempts to change this are seen as shameful intrusions into the realm of the very individuality that by the logic of that freedom has dissolved into an administered void. But the objective spirit of language knows better. German and English reserve the word ‘free’ for things and services which cost nothing. Aside from a critique of political economy, this bears witness to the unfreedom posited in the exchange relationship itself; there is no freedom as long as everything has its price, and in reified society things exempted from the price mechanism exist only as pitiful rudiments. On closer inspection they too are usually found to have their price, and to be handouts with commodities or at least with domination: parks make prisons more endurable to those not in them. For people with a free, spontaneous, serene and nonchalant temper, however, for those who derive freedom as a privilege from unfreedom, language holds ready an apposite name: that of impudence.

Th. Adorno, Messages in a Bottle

Analysis of the situation of the global liverwurst producers

CIS translator


Thank you to wonderful human translator man, THAMSANQA JANTJIE, for making most great text of ours english good!


Love Genossinen and comrades ,

The world is upside down . Where us the groundbreaking events , riots , rebellions , but also the ever more deeply burrowing into our living conditions of capitalist crisis Sales and clamp the global Leberwurstprdouktion drive , which is uncertain. Clearly, nothing will be as it once was. And now the social and economic situation of most people siptz to . The economic depression destroyed usual communities , everyday occurrences and social fabric .

Even if it is just in Berlin and the entire , shitty German republic more like a cuddly warm- soft outdoor pool, fringed with pink red plush – animal – fur feels coated walls and fluffy disco music : Appearances can be deceiving . Again, the ” accumulation model liverwurst ” already troubled as it seems.

And at this point love Comrades , we need to keep us in mind as the atomization of the Public relations continues to progress . Isolation. Every day , more and more mentally confused , hounded and completely individualized subjectivity.

And yet, there they are still . This completely crazy Gehirnsex . Feelings of happiness when one finds its place somewhere . Endorphins without boundaries , because if you finally get somewhere . If the desire is satisfied to be part of the social spectacle.

Most of all I love all these morons in the creative industries and professional politicians of NGOs , alternative medicine. Those that sweeten our lives so , make it more interesting , day after day in the service of improving the world are . We love them all : the DJ’s , the organizers , the medical practitioner , Stiftungsfutzis posturing with their pathetic Sozialdemkoratischen , filmmakers and theater Fritzen , Booker of exciting bands and events. You all are permanent in their delusions of self-promotion and the veneer of total apocalypse we are heading towards . Like carnival barkers . Look at me . Love me. Here I am. Look what I once again exciting staging this weekend , darts adjusting , organizing … I even have an app ! Vain . Take me ! Looks me. Why not : Fuck me ?

Who does not know : ” project-related success stories” from the entire liver sausage creative and advertising industry , ” Do it Yourself offices ” for liverwurst fashion and liverwurst Art Vernissages » ” We are so fuckin crazy sausage parties and art projects “,” celebrated theses about postmodern identity constructions – of course connected with a performance in one of the trendiest art project rooms or hip theater stages the liver scene ” ? Media heads, and out to sound the banalities of everyday life with their smooth , formatted records. And their message : Look : We are . I want to be ! You want to be !

There are all places , moments , gears of social spectacle of self-presentation and self- in- scene setting . Everything under the sign of the global sausage production chain. In fact , all but rotates only about sausage .

And, who does not join in on the long production , utilization and consumption chain of the liver goods superfluous. The Misfits . A Looser . Here: Hartz 4, in this country then you have the luck to queue up at the long queue for the charity award and forced surveys. ” How much sausage do you have stashed away still under the pillow? “, ” Do you share yourself for not having your community the liver goods? “, ” Are you willing at any time , really any time to work in the liverwurst cleaning army? » . Yes , dear comrades , dear comrades , these questions , and yet very different , we must now leave the sausage fingers of the job center all fallen . Or do you become a street sausage vendor. But who wants that?

Then maybe the great alternative . The Last Hope . They are still alive. The last places of retreat. This miserable , boring one relationships where one always feels so good . This whole anxiety can drain there and live out sooo beautiful. Yes , and these horny coveted jobs where you finally travels the world history. This dreary realities where you feel between job everyday , two-person relationship , monogamy and life organization , yoga lessons , Lesezirklen , football evenings , friends – are planning or so, leave – move . Yes, where is there life? Where is there the climax ? On drugs? When infidelity ? In Fitnisstudio Nah , I know it : when couples movie night – of course! with chips ! And then maybe fumbling !

That’s really pathetic! That’s really sucks ! That’s totally boring ! That’s totaaaaaal boring! That’s not enough yet . If that’s enough? That’s not enough for me ! That is enough for us but not all ! This is not an ecstasy, that is the absolute desolation .

Dear Comrades the international sausage production. And by that I mean really all proletarians from all industries . Not only from the direct industrial production chain. Even the advertisers , retailers , cleaners , yes, all, all, all sausages actually really there!

The question is : what do we want? And what we want to tuen ? What do we feel ? What do we think? How do we want to live? Loved ones? Dancing ? What are the true drama of life?

It is time , dear liver avant-garde ! There are only two ways ! Either we remain doomed and lonely , destitute , and even dumb , in the crisis sticking liverwurst commodity production. Maybe with the prospect that maybe someday come sometimes a golden age in the mass production of bacon? Yes you want that?

The other way , and I believe it is the right thing, my dear comrades ! We can be part of the World liverwurst uprising. Part of a global , grand , new composition of people , emotions, subjectivities , desire , hope, love … Yes, let’s get started ! Now! We refuse immediately. Commercial production of liverwurst . The fetishism of love, of life, of work, of the complete being. Let’s start to be Free. To go to the barricades !

In this sense: Immediate reversal of dreary , atomized everyday life and the present mode of production of the goods of everyday life, of being. Long live freedom ! Let us take what is ours ! Liverwurst Pumpernikel for all and indeed in vain !



Loretta’s tale


Watch Loretta taste the wine,
kick the actor from behind.
Sprawl across the sofa, then,
speak of foreign towns again.
Like the loner, seek Marlene,
Ask the waitress:”Where you been?”
She says:”Don’t give me no lies,
I’ve been inside your head at least three times…”

Spy Ramona by the door,
calling me the perfect whore,
only sweet Loretta speaks:
“Wipe that humor from your cheeks!”
And as the make-up starts to fade,
she doesn’t wait, she hides away.
Noticing her friends are gone,
she starts to ask: “What went wrong ?”

I never lost control.
It was a very strange show.
And all I ever get was, oh!
“are you never gonna go?”

Analyse der Situation der weltweiten Leberwurstproduzent_innen


Liebe Genossinen und Genossen,

Die Welt steht Kopf. Wohin uns die bahnbrechenden Ereignisse, Aufstände, Rebellionen, aber auch die immer sich tiefer in unsere Lebensverhältnisse eingrabende Krise der kapitalistischen Absatz- und Produktionsklemme der weltweiten Leberwurstprdouktion treiben, das ist ungewiss. Klar ist, nichts wird mehr so sein, wie es einmal war. Und schon jetzt siptz sich die soziale und ökonomische Lage der meisten Menschen zu. Die wirtschaftliche Depression zerstört gewohnte Lebensgemeinschaften, Alltäglichkeiten und soziale Gefüge.

Auch wenn es sich gerade in Berlin und der gesamten, verschissenen deutschen Republik eher nach einem kuschel-warm-weichen Whirpool, umsäumt mit rosarotem Plüsch-Tier-Fell überzogenen Wänden und fluffiger Discomusik anfühlt: Der Schein trügt. Auch hier ist das «Akkumulationsmodell Leberwurst» schon angeschlagener als es scheint.

Und an diesem Punkt liebe Genossinnen und Genossen müssen wir uns doch vor Augen halten, wie die Atomisierung der Gesellschaftlichen Verhältnisse immer weiter voran schreitet. Vereinzelung. Tag für Tag, mehr und mehr psychisch verwirrte, gehetzte und völlig individualisierte Subjektivität.

Und trotzdem: es gibt sie noch immer. Dieser völlig durchgeknallte Gehirnsex. Glücksgefühle wenn man irgendwo seinen Platz findet. Endorphinausschüttung ohne Grenzen, wenn man denn endlich irgendwo ankommt. Wenn die Sehnsucht gestillt wird, Teil des gesellschaftlichen Spektakels zu sein.

Am meisten liebe ich diese ganzen Schwachköpfe der Kreativwirtschaft und Berufspolitiker der NGOs, der alternativen Medizin. Die, die uns unseren Alltag so versüßen, interessanter machen, tag für Tag im Dienste der Weltverbesserung stehen. Wir lieben sie alle: Die DJ´s, die Veranstalter, die Heilpraktiker, Stiftungsfutzis mit ihrem erbärmlichen Sozialdemkoratischen gehabe, die Filmemacherinnen und Theaterfritzen, Booker von spannenden Bands und Veranstaltungen. Sie alle befinden sich Permanent im ihrem Wahn der Eigenwerbung und der Verblendung der totalen Apokalypse auf die wir zusteuern.  Wie Marktschreier. Sieh mich. Liebe mich. Hier bin ich. Schau mal was ich dieses Wochenende mal wieder spannendes inszeniere, dartstelle, veranstalte… Ich hab sogar eine App! Umsonst. Nimm mich! Sieht mich. Warum nicht gleich:Fick mich!?

Wer kennt sie nicht: “projektbezogene Erfolgsgeschichten” aus der gesamten Leberwurst-Kreativ und -Werbebranche, “Do it Yourself Büroräumen” für Leberwurstmode und Leberwurst-Kunst-Vernissages» “We are so fuckin crazy Leberwurst-Parties und Kunstprojekte”, “gefeierten Doktorarbeiten über Postmoderne-Identitäts-Konstruktionen – natürlich verbunden mit einer Performance in einer der angesagt Kunstprojekträume oder hippen Theaterbühnen der Leberszene”? Medienfratzen, die mit ihren glatten, formatierten Sätzen die Banalitäten des Alltags rausposaunen.  Und ihre Message: Seht her: Wir sind. Ich will sein! Du willst sein!

Es sind alles Orte, Momente, Zahnräder des gesellschaftlichen Spektakels der Selbstinszenierung und des Sich-In-Szene setzens. Alles unter den Zeichen der Globalen Leberwurstproduktionskette. Überhaupt, alles dreht sich doch nur noch um die Wurst.

Und, wer nicht an der langen Produktions-, Verwertungs und Konsumtionskette der Leberwaren mitmacht ist überflüssig. Nicht gesellschaftsfähig. Ein Looser. Hier: Hartz 4, hier zu Lande hat man dann noch das Glück sich an der langen Schlange für die Almosenvergabe und Zwangsbefragungen anzustellen. «Wie viel Leberwurst hast du denn noch unterm Kissen gebunkert?», «Teilst du dir denn nicht mit deiner Lebensgemeinschaft die Leberwaren?», «Bist du auch bereit jederzeit, wirklich jederzeit in der Leberwurstreinigungsarmee zu arbeiten?». Ja, liebe Genossen, liebe Genossinnen, diese Fragen, und noch ganz anderen müssen wir uns von den Wurstfingern des Jobcenters mittlerweile alle gefallen lassen. Oder man wird zum Strassen-Leberwurstverkäufer. Aber wer will das schon?

Dann doch lieber die große Alternative. Die Letzte Hoffnung.  Es gibt sie ja noch. Die letzten Orte des Rückzugs. Diese elendigen, langweiligen Zweierbeziehungen wo man sich immer so gut fühlt. Diese ganze Ängste kann man da ablassen und sooo schön ausleben. Ja, oder diese geilen, begehrten Jobs wo man endlich durch die Weltgeschichte reist. Diese tristen Realitäten, wo man sich zwischen Job-Alltag, Zweierbeziehung, Monogamie und Lebensorganisation, Yoga-Stunden, Lesezirklen, Fussballabenden, Freunden – oder ja, Urlaub planen – bewegt. Ja, wo ist denn da das Leben? Wo ist denn da der Höhepunkt? Auf Drogen? Beim Seitensprung? Im Fitnisstudio Nee, ich weiss es: beim Pärchenvideoabend – natürlich! mit Chips!  Und dann vielleicht noch Fummeln!

Das ist doch echt erbärmlich! Das ist doch echt zum kotzen! Das ist doch total langweilig! Das ist doch totaaaaaal langweilig! Das reicht doch nicht. Wem reicht das denn? Das reicht mir nicht! Das reicht uns doch allen nicht! Das ist keine Ekstase, das ist die absolute Öde.

Liebe Genossinnen und Genossen der internationalen Leberwurstproduktion. Und damit meine ich wirklich alle Proletarier aus allen Branchen. Nicht nur aus der direkten Industrieproduktionskette. Auch die Werber, Verkäufer, die Reinigungskräfte, ja, alle, alle, eigentlich wirklich alle Würstchen da!

Die Frage ist doch: was wollen wir? Und was wollen wir tuen? Was fühlen wir? Was denken wir? Wie wollen wir leben? Lieben? Tanzen?  Was sind denn die wahren Dramen des Lebens?

Es ist an der Zeit, liebe Leber-Avantgarde! Es gibt nur noch zwei Wege! Entweder wir bleiben verdammt und vereinsamen, verelenden, ja verdummen sogar, in der Krisenhaften Leberwurstwarenproduktion. Vielleicht mit der Aussicht, dass vielleicht irgendwann auch mal goldene Zeiten in der Massenproduktion von Speck kommen? Ja wollt ihr das denn?

Der andere Weg, und ich glaube es ist der Richtige, meine lieben Genossinnen und Genossen! Wir können Teil des Weltweiten Leberwurst Aufstandes werden. Teil einer globalen, großartigen, neuen Zusammensetzung von Menschen, Gefühlen, Subjektivitäten, Verlangen, Hoffnung, Liebe… Ja, fangen wir an! Jetzt! Verweigern wir ab sofort. Die Warenproduktion der Leberwurst. Den Fetischismus der Liebe, des Lebens, der Arbeit, des kompletten Sein. Fangen wir an Frei zu sein. Auf die Barrikaden zu gehen!

In diesem Sinne: Sofortige Aufhebung des tristen, atomisierten Alltags und der jetzigen Produktionweise der Waren, des Alltags, des Seins. Es lebe die Freiheit! Nehmen wir, was uns gehört! Leberwurst-Pumpernikel für Alle und zwar Umsonst!