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Two Tithing
by Indi Riverflow   
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Last edited: Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Posted: Tuesday, December 12, 2006

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A quirky, insightful look at the necessity and futile nature of social activism in the current era.

My career as a social activist began as an angry teenaged headbanger during the infamous reign of Reagan. Having found my journalistic voice stifled by the “adviser” of the school newspaper for which I’d written a fiery opinion column, I took to the halls with my first ‘zine, Scriptures of the Damned. Lines were drawn, the battle joined, and an alienated “discipline problem” evolved into a voice for truth and change. Censorship and nuclear proliferation were the primary preoccupation, and I suffered suspensions to distribute it inside and outside the high school bull rag My independent studies had led me to realize that we were being systematically mislead about the policies of a masterfully tyrannical regime, and I dedicated my life to dig deeper, dig deeper, until I decoded the lies. Nearly two decades later, many surface details have changed. I listen to the Grateful Dead instead of death metal. The politics of peace prevail in my heart over the radicalism of rage. And I finally cut my hair last autumn in response to a lice infestation. Married with a vacsectomy, the focus has slowly shifted from rebellion to reform. Yet some things never change. One of the startling realities was the realization that Communism, that favorite punching bag of Imperialist plutocrats, was actually an extremely appealing political philosophy that violence and repression had demonized. And the violence and repression was streaming down from the Pentagon in Washington’s White World as much as the Kremlin in Moscow. Every day, the picture came clearer, and then I came accross the quote that changed my life forever. A senior member of the Polituburo expressed, in the foreign press, a charge that homelessness, an everyday phenomenon in the United States, was a problem unknown in the Soviet Union. Capitalism had achieved world dominance at the expense of the poor, not only in the war-torn third world, but in the proudest cities of “democratic” America. At first, this was confusing. How could the government be blamed for people unable to find and rent a place to live? I wanted to overthrow more than understand, but charging the Reagan Administration with calloussness toward the poor made my programming freeze up. Wasn’t this a personal problem? What could the government do to solve this intractable failure of lazy shiftless alcoholics to pull themselves up by their bootstraps? Today, innocence lost, I have my answer. The government could at least pretend to care about the underpriveleged and those who lack practically any possessions. This, I realized was the essential distinction between liberal and conservative domestic fiscal policy. Liberals pretend to care about poverty and the impoverished, and conservatives ridicule them for it. As this misguided Ship of Fools goes down in flames under the mutinous stewardship of yet another mad pirate captain, and the economy is about bust hard in the face of the simpletons who trust him and his bandit crew of cutthroats, we all might take a moment to reflect on what life will hold for us if Depression recurs, and that rent check bounces. “Oh, well, that doesn’t matter,” you might say. “I own my house.” Fair enough. Of course, unless that mortgage is paid off in full, the bank owns that house. And banks, greedy as they are now, will become vicious in liquidating all available assets in the face of total economic collapse. The problem of those without a pot to piss in is part of the intractable complex of issues associated with predatory economics, and throughout history the solution has consistently been armed rebellion against the ruling class. Beyond a certain point, compassion toward the less fortunate is simply common sense. Self-defense, if nothing else, ought to rouse the rich to appease the poor. Otherwise, when riots occur, the arrogant wealthy will have no one blame but themselves when they take their place before the firing squads and lose their precious security to looters with nothing left to lose. There are empty buildings aplenty; developers often bet their whole nut on exploitative architecture that produces nothing but debt. Food, or what passes for it, is abundant in the age of factory farms and toxic topsoil rape, but only those enslaved to the system of take-and-take can get a bite to eat without resorting to theft. Everybody has issues: chemical dependence, depression, institutionalized rage. These are as serious inside the community of the dispossessed as outside, but only the “bums,” “winos,” “drug addicts,” “punks,” “hippies,” and “panhandlers” are on public display because no solution to the riddle of market Darwinism has yet presented itself. “History” will judge, and the harshness of the verdict will depend on whether we can graduate from infantile individualism to communal interindependence. “Ourstory” will simply pass on the oral tradition of the Struggle. Class warfare is part and parcel to classist politics, and unless peace is made, blood will flow. In rivers. From every high-rise and hilltop estate into the streets of suffering in every “civilized” urban nightmare. As my mother liked to say, “that is not a threat, it is a promise.” And I will probably die trying to prevent a murder during this ugly but inevitable civil war. I hope my widow has the wisdom to duck well. Quick wits will likely be the only inheritance I can leave her. Thank you, America. My wife and I live in a comfortable mobile shelter purchased used at a bargain price from a bankrupt church who could not afford to maintain it. We are smack dab in the middle of the culture war predicted by Marx and manifested by Reaganite Republicans. We are neither homeless nor housed. We work as full-time, unpaid advocates for our Family, and only complain when overwhelmed by the insanity of it all, which these days happens on a daily basis. Full circle. Selfishness. Every religion condemns it in empty speech, while supporting systematic disregard for anyone different or disadvantaged. Christianity, indeed. Yeheshuah of Nazareth was a long-haired hippie, and all ethnology indicates that his race could not have possibly been Cauacasion. As a Semitic Hebrew speaking Aramaic, He was what many so-called Christians despecatively refer to as a “sand-nigger.” Last week, we had lunch and He wouldn’t shut up about these damned Nazi airheads waging war on his people, and He told me that anyone who supports war, be it in Iraq or against the homeless, is going streight to Hell, do not pass go. St. Peter won’t even speak with you unless you were charitable to the poor. Read that damned Bible, if you like to quote it. The King James Bible is the literal word of King James’ Anglican theologians rather than God, but if you must believe in historical inaccuracies, please be consistent about it. “The meek shall inherit the Earth.” “It is easier to pass a camel through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to go to Heaven.” “What shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and yet lose his immortal soul?” You may notice that He had very few lectures directed at women. This is because the women of His time knew all these things without being told, but propaganda is confusing even the kinder sex about responsibility to the holy tradition of the Good Samaritan. We are all responsible. Blame is a game played by the Man in the divide-and-conquer campagn to win Arm Egg Eden for Mammon. You are either part of the soulution or you ARE the problem. As the bumper sticker sagely states, “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.” And the Prince of Peace is pissed. He told me so, even as we haggled over the bill. We compromised and decided the date was “dutch.” Yeheshuah is on the cutting edge, but some traditions, such as Jews fighting over the privelege to pay a restaurant tab, never die. Would you recognize Jesus if you saw Him? What if he asked you for leftovers? Would you tell him to get a job? If so, better start praying to Satan, because Jesus says to Hell with you. And the Devil doesn’t take American Express. Visa and MasteredCards aren’t accepted in Inferno. And the Divine Comedy is that the joke is on anyone who misses the point of this excercise. Unless we make room for freaks, veterans of wars abroad and at home, and welfare queens demeaned by derision, Beelzebub will reserve a whole Circle for spoiled brat capitalists who only care about their own kind. Resistance is a moral necessity. The war, ultimately, is against salvation itself. Thank you for participating. If you are already helping out, please hold heart and stand your ground. The battle for your soul is going well as long as you never forget the underdog. And if you are passing by those street vendors, spare-changers, and wordless monuments to the inhunmanity of civilization with no more than a curse, forget about sin and start meditating on Karma. Because no one is immune from Judgement, and if you think your Church exempts you from living like Christ instead of merely misquoting him, you are already in Hell. Blessings upon every eternal soul. We are all valuable. We are all sinners. And no one can go to Paradise having snubbed the denizens of Purgatory. Get with the program and offer at least a smile before you are damned, despite whatever baptism you imagine authorizes you to blame the victim for the Crime. Peace Love Unity Respect Acceptance Light (PLURAL) Indi Riverflow, BSA Cognitive Dissident United States of Divinity/Karma Alliance Light Institute. 

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Reviewed by Jennifer Butler 12/14/2006
But that is the mistake they make. They tell us to sing songs about how we want to be like Jesus. I don't want to be like Jesus. All the years that I spent in church turned out to be wasted time, because my parents were divorced, and it was the parent I loved less who took us to religious services. Then they crucified him. I don't want to be crucified for other people's sins. That's absurd! I don't even give my permission for all of this. I was deceived as an innocent child.

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