Zman-666

We move on through sand and dust

I see rotted mounds and metal all rust

Pieces of them all strewn about

All of us, without a doubt

Knowing the end was not quick

Knowing a bullet feels not like a flick

Medicine and Guns are in short supply

All of us knowing the reason why:

Our enemy cuts us off from civilization

Alone in our little Nation

No help from the Coalition

Retreating not of our own volition

Forced to leave behind our homes and heritage

Defending our people becomes imperative

We have lost our families and broken our bones

While Americans sit safely in their homes

Jordan lost their pilot, America their pride

Britain’s youth swept away by the tide

Syria lost their power and their land

Iraqi bases and fortifications are all but manned

But still we tribesman fight on

To show what it means to know the Quran

All throughout our Middle-East

The enemy never stops, sleeps, or even feast

They hunger for more land and bodies to consume

Our dead they always exhume

Our women are forced fight

For they must show their might

For our little Kurdistan, grab your gun!

Come on Comrades, we’ve nearly won!

It is with great happiness, and overall joy, that I can say this: The Kurdish, YPG, and Rebel forces have finally, after about three-and a half months of endless combat with those ISIS mutts, and with no help from the “U.S. Led Coalition”, have beaten back the ISIS “militants” and taken the strategic city of Kobani back for it’s people!

The U.S.A has done nothing but destroy Kobani with it’s highly ineffective air-strikes but despite this, Kobani’s strong, honorable, and undefeated defenders have won the greatest victory in the Middle-East!

The ISIS dogs, these fanatics that have perverted the Muslim/Islamic faith, have been dealt a great blow, and they will not recover. Whatever God they say they fight for, is not on their side but instead, on the opposite, the Kurdish peoples and the whole of the Arab world (not the bigots and fanatics of course).

The Black Tide

A year has passed since the creation of our “People’s Protection Committee” and we are being asked to go to the Middle-East to support our comrades in protecting a city against the advances of a madman's army of Devils.

It is purely voluntary, we have a choice to go, or to stay, yet I don’t feel that there is a choice, whether I like it or not, I am going. I hope that others will come too, if I am alone, I do not know how long I may last, my family will likely ask me not to go, they will beg me, they will threaten me, they will cry, but they do not know what we know, the atrocities these harbingers of death have committed. Those of us that are going number only a hundred, but our contacts in Syria tell us that that is more than what was expected, and they thanked us for our support.

The rendezvous point with our Syrian contacts is somewhere along the Turkey-Syria border, we’re not too sure where exactly, but we are assured that the area is safe and that we can expect a lengthy brief on the current status of the conflict and those involved. We have arrived at the rendezvous point only to be told that we are forced to take a much longer route to what they called “The Bastion”, we have no choice but to take a plane to a re-captured airfield about twelve klicks from the city, probably due to the heavy enemy presence around it.

Arriving at the airfield we saw some U.S. planes refueling and getting prepped for take off, we were told that they were performing another airstrike and heading to a safer location in Iraq, of course they wouldn’t stay and help, what does it matter to them if we all die? Anyway, we headed to the main building to be briefed on the route we would be taking and should anyone get lost along the way, to head to a town called “The Waking Tide” in my language, I’m not too fluent in any Middle-Eastern language.

We were attacked about a quarter of the way to a checkpoint, we scattered and I’m not sure what happened to everyone else, it’s just me and several others, so we are making our way to that checkpoint and then to the town. The checkpoint was apparently overrun and taken by The Devils, they spared no one. We moved on towards the town that we were told about, sticking to the sand dunes and moving as fast as possible without being noticeable, it took us three days to make it there.

The townspeople were suspicious of us at first, but when I pulled out our red banner, they knew immediately that we were friends. They gave us fresh food and water from their already dwindling stocks and asked us how we had ended up there, so we told them what had happened, they were not shocked, The Devils army was a cunning and ruthless one and they had already lost most of their people to them. After two days of resting we were ready to head for “The Bastion”, but we were attacked by the Devils harbingers, ruthlessly they came at us, as if they were a black wave of terror and destruction, slaughtering some of the women and children, shooting all of the men, and chasing me and my comrades as we tried to retreat, we made our stand in the towns center, but we were overrun in minutes.

As he walked through the desert, he wondered, “Why am I left to walk alone?”.

How Red should it be?

“How red should it be?”, this was the question that bugged me throughout my work, should it even be red? Given, it’s a good contrast to the brilliant yellow, but red is a rather violent color…….perhaps blue? No, Sweden has that covered. Maybe I will make it pink and blue, now that is revolutionary! No, it must be red and yellow, it’s a tradition, and tradition, if well and good, should be followed.

On one occasion my colleague, comrade Jefah Qubar told me that we should make it red, green, and yellow, this I did not agree with, it MUST be red and yellow. But he did have another, more interesting idea for our symbol, the Hammer & Sickle, but with two separate hands joined together in a shake, and with a surrounding of five-pointed stars. I am not so sure about it all, for it sounds a bit…..showy, but it does give me a sense of unity and camaraderie. I have put forth his idea to our comrades, we will vote on it come december, Democracy can work in a Communist system, but only if power is not kept by a small group of people.

On another occasion, comrade Merriam Constance pitched the idea of forming a sort of “Protection Unit” within our ranks. “Why would we need such a thing?”, asked comrade Julia Heinzberg, then the room was set upon by an abrupt loudness of speech from everyone present and comrade Merriam, being the proper lady that she is, asked very politely for quiet, and said this, “As the struggle for equality and fairness for all people upon this Earth continues, many like ourselves use radical violence to try and achieve their aims, therefore causing all the rest to take on blame for having similar ideals and sympathizing with those ideals. We only sympathize with those ideals, we do not, however, condone those most atrocious actions that they commit for their cause. For this reason, we must take precautions and have a small militia that will be ready and able to protect any and all whom are targeted by hate and fallacious assaults.”, after that there was a loud applause from all present, many also yelled,” Fuck yeah!”, we are a beautifully imperfect ragtag bunch of misfits, and we love each other dearly.

“How red should it be?”, if it’s too red, then others might think we stand for violence, if it is too light a red, then others will think us incapable of action…..”How red should it be?”. When dealing with colors one must remember the mixture in which that color is made, so including that, perhaps mixing the red with a bit of blue would make something presentable? Or maybe……

Worries of the average American

As the world continues to make it’s downward spiral into chaos and madness, the average American worries about mundane and idiotic things.

First, a list of such things these idiotic Americans worry to death about: Gossip, constantly reading useless gossip magazines about celebrities and gossiping about each other, sowing the seeds of mistrust and hate; Material Objects, Americans are obsessed with their clothing, accessories, games, and other things. While they look good on the outside, they are ugly, selfish, and awful beings on the inside; Themselves, Americans only care about themselves, their country, and their “God”, when an atrocity is committed in a far off country, Americans just shrug and say, “It’s not our problem, no Americans were killed.”.

As an American, I can say with all certainty, with complete truth, that this country is undoubtedly one of the worst places in the world to live. It is so full of bigotry and hatred, fallacy, ignorance, stupidity, and flat out corruption, that people believe with all of their heart, “America is the greatest country in the world.”.

It is not. The current crisis with ISIS is proof of that.

Gossip, The Kardashians, The Presidents “Affairs”, Americans worry about this why? Because they are mindless sheep waiting for their next trough of “mind food”. If you were to take to the streets and ask, “Excuse me, why do people hate America?”, ninety percent would say something along the lines of this, “Because they ain’t got any smarts.”, (this may be an exaggeration, but accurate) that is how ignorant and absorbed they are in their “Reality Shows” and their “People Magazine”. As Americans, these sheeple think themselves invincible, they think everything in a magazine or on Fox “News” is true, let me give you a headline from a recent Fox news report, “Duck travels across town”, if you couldn’t tell, that network is run by Right-wing Republicans.

Material Objects, An average American is more worried about their outside appearance than their own intelligence, they like to follow “trends”, ones that make them look like complete idiots, whether it be woodland camouflage for the ignorant rednecks, or “snapback” hats for the delinquents (whom also do not know how to wear pants), or the “revealing” clothing of the attention whores. As well as clothing, women also have makeup, to cover up their blemishes and natural beauty, given that some makeup can be a good thing women generally use so much, that even a clown would gasp.

In conclusion, if anyone would be unfortunate enough as to make the decision to move here, prepare for the textbook definition of “Hypocrisy”.