AIN'T IT THE SHORTEST PRIME ANARCHIST WEEKLY COLUMN YOU EVER DID SEE? If you predict anything about Cuomo running for Governor, it should be that he will do NOTHING in this time that might harm his chances of a credible run for POTUS (president of the US) A S A P. I predicted "cabinet to governor to potus" the day he married a Kennedy. Greetings! Get out of bed, wakeup. School's out, but there's still stuff to do. Two extra hours of sleep is all you get. I'm prime anarchist and this is the zine of the week. ATI, Activist Time to Invigorate. When pigs fly... _____ _ _ ( _ ) (2)_ _ _ (2)_ | (_) | ___ | ,_)(_) _ _ (6) ___ | ,_) | _ | /'___)| | | |( ) ( )| |/',__)| | | | | |( (___ | |_ | || \_/ || |\__, \| |_ (_) (_)`\____)`\__)(_)`\___/'(_)(____/`\__) _____ (_ _)_ | | (_) ___ ___ __ ___ | | | |/' _ ` _ `\ /'__`\/',__) | | | || ( ) ( ) |( ___/\__, \ (_) (_)(_) (_) (_)`\____)(____/ Issue 262. February 2001. 0102030405 hrs "When walking to Mexico City you should always bring two pair of shoes. You never know who's going to defecate on your feet." --graffiti, translated badly from the spanish. #'s http://members.nbci.com/_XMCM/bopeepshogan/UJArt/LATEST/latest.html http://ddi.digital.net/~cheshire/ltrs/tallpaul.html http://www.freespeech.org/ramfiles/neworder.ram http://216.161.236.98/~bu-joe/DoC/doc-012.txt http://www.prioryv.demon.co.uk/media3.htm http://www.projectcnn.com/response1.htm http://www.mybizz.net/~axels/mna.html http://www.mp3.com/deanstrickland http://www.alternet.org/heroes http://www.davidrovics.com http://www.anecdotage.com http://neirp.com/cnndn http://attac.org http://www.fruvous.com http://www.kcactivism.org http://scene.textfiles.com http://www.flemtam.com/dw.html http://cabinet.editthispage.com http://www.virtue.nu/tcahr/vegas1.txt http://cosmos.lod.com/~ati/ati260.html http://home.flash.net/~aonstad/soawnov.htm http://cos.polyamory.org/text/election2000.html http://www.learnlink.emory.edu/peep/smoking.html http://www.PetitionOnline.com/3d4b/petition.html http://www.technologikill.com/shit/editorials/031.txt http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/Paradise/5324/zpic2.html dailynews.yahoo.com/htx/ap/20010131/us/chicken_finger_gun_1.html LETTUCE. Yup, we get LETTUCE to ati@etext.org Please consider the following original poem Life's Clock Life's clock is wound but once and no man hath the power to know where the hands will stop at late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad, indeed. To lose one's health is more. To lose one's soul is such a loss, that no man can restore. Today, only is our own. So live, love and toil with a will. Place no faith in tommorrow, for the clock may soon be still. Darlene Virginia Quarles To Marco: The three most powerful people in the USA now, are named: Bush, Dick and Colon. --Cheshire Catalyst Hey Prime, In honor of the mayhem still ongoing from sElection2000 I think the pen company in your homestate. Was it Parker? They're the ones that did UNTIED STATES SENATE during the impeachment trials. They went out of business when they lost the government subcontract, right? Well they should be given restart incentive cash to bid on pens that really WILL say UNTIED STATES SENATE. Shorty W'BranNewBag AND NOW, A POEM: Reprinted from Map. Map of Austion Poetry by Jeanne Spicuzza (copyright (1999 for this one) remains with the author of course) What is the sound of one hand clapping? - Zen Koan It defies all reason one hand clapping the sound of a Nazi salute (Hitler wasn't the only monster to tarnish our history) the sound of hate realizing our fate a father losing his son a melody done a child huddled in fear a mother screaming in anguish, her baby's face blown off there is no destruction of the enemy only destruction of ourselves the echo of a race the sound of once was peeling skin color religion and differences drifting away out of body what is left? only one the sound of death a person alone the sound of terror the sound of injustice greed and pride it is silence one hand clapping defies all reason the other, a clenched fist and closed heart turning its back on humanity. [ref]~[http://www.pcisys.net/~drmforge/poems.htm] Which party do *you* belong to? A prose-poem by by Aaron Schlosser [reprinted from Indymedia Dot Org because of how many laughs it got, and especially its high humor.] It was not until I gave this particular post a subject that I was eerily reminded of The Party in George Orwell's famous and spine- tingling book, "1984". But I digress. "I've just joined a wonderful new political party that has been around for the past 150 or so years, but has remained almost entirely unnoticed by the majority of the American people. I am utterly astounded that this political party has been around for so long and its agenda has been unknown. The reason this party has been around for such a long time without fading away is because it is backed by quite a few of the world's most prominent activists, and has been for the past century-and-a- half. The thing I find most peculiar, however, is that these prominent people are very well-known, yet most American people have absolutely no idea that they support my party. Without them, my party would never be able to campaign in the ferocity that it does, nor would it be able to survive. The surprising thing about my party is that it has been a major player in the American political scene for every presidency since as far back as Andrew Jackson and Abraham Lincoln. Since then, it has had a key role in the development of the modern political system. This astonishes me as few people even know that it exists. I vote for my party every chance I get, because the other party is bad. I am a Democratic-Republican. I am for and against the death penalty. I am for and against abortion. I am an environmentalist that favours the destruction of the world's most valuable ecological resources. I want to raise and lower taxes. I want to spend more of less on the military. I am a strong advocate for gay rights but I do not believe that gays should have rights. I fight against corporations who use sweatshop labour and I wear Nike shoes. I like Adidas pants. All my clothes are from Abercrombie & Fitch, those elitist, corporate bastards. I am an anti-fascist that votes for my party every chance I get. I am the member of a worker's union and I want to expand trade to China. I am a Democratic-Republican. I know that the other party is bad because the leader of my party said so. I don't need to make my own choices, my own decisions; I elect people to make them for me. I have a moral obligation to act immorally. I drive to work every day in my SUV that gets 16 miles to the gallon, and I want people do something about global warming. More people should use public transportation so that I can drive to work in less traffic. I don't have time to think about things, I just vote for my party because they care about me and have my best interests in mind. The other party wants to destroy everything that I hold dear. Those bastards. They're probably Communists, those Nazi bastards. I don't bother to learn much about the government or politics, because it makes me feel helpless. I just watch the news at night, even though the news is heavily subjective in favour of the other party. Radicals are really pesky and annoying. Idealists. Who needs them? God forbid anyone should think of anything better. Things are as good as they could possibly be. Cynicism is bad. Only kooks and loons are cynics. I'm cynical of cynics. I've got to be skeptical, because they're always playing dirty tricks on me. They're out to get me, you know, those cynical, paranoid, Communist, Nazis. I feel secure. I'm a Democratic-Republican. Those radicals are so unrealistic. Welcome to the real world, you idiot! The real world is where I buy my Nike shoes and pretend they weren't made by little Hun Lee, a fifteen year old Chinese girl that works twelve hours a day. That is realistic, you silly extremist. There's nothing I can do about it. It's unstoppable. I make it unstoppable." The above writing is intended to be thought-provoking, although it may just seem like babbling gibberish. Take a closer look at it. You might not need to look very far. This post is intended to be something to look at and think about. Have fun with it. A "WHAT IF" By Marc Frucht. What If You Read "A Letter To Santa but hadn't had a ton of prior programming, so you had no idea what the heck all the "ikonnery" and pictographs (yeah, those too) meant. Dear Bearded White Guy I hope everybody at the GIANT CANDYCANE is well and the SLED and the YAK is ready for christmas eve. My WOMAN says that I am a good SMILY KID. If you have CLOCKS to visit my SNOWMAN IN THE YARD I'd like a LITTLE GIRL and my brother would like a RIDE. Our MISMATCHED SOCKS will be hung by the FIREPLACE. Please bring THE WOMAN a new IRON and my MAN would like a new red LAB COAT. In case you are hungry when you come to my house I will put A PLAIN DONUT and A HUGE CARTON OF MILK on the EDGE OF THE TABLE READY TO FALL IF YOU TOUCH IT... Please give my best to the BEARDED WHITE LADY and all the KEEBLER FACTORY helpers. You can find my MODEL OF A HOUSE because we have a MELTING LUMP OF SNOW on the front lawn. Merry Christmas from a good child. We end with a concept as a metaphor: Because as always, poetry's "gonna carry us through." As the movement grows, and as the status quo worsens, the line between hackers and activists is erased. [ref]=[http://www.nyc.indymedia.org/display.php3?article_id=1932] (copyleft) 2001 Aries de la Cruz. 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