Operation Nuremberg a Success
The corporate paradigm was thwarted today after Operation Nuremberg went off without a hitch. That isn't to say that I came away unscathed. To pull off the mission, I had to get uncomfortably close to the eye of the neocon storm. Here is an outline of the past 24 hours and the mission accomplished:
September 9, 2005
9:12 p.m.: Lenin (code name) finally arrives to our graduate student discussion group. He was at least one-half hour late. The topic was "Bread and Circuses of the Conservative/Corporate Power Structure," which happened to be Lenin's thesis topic, making his lateness all the less excusable.
9:18 p.m.: Lenin and Nader (code name) began arguing about the differences between Trotskyism and Leninism. I attempted to explain that none of this matters so long as the neocons are in power. They agreed.
9:19 p.m.: Lenin begins what must have been a 2 hour talk about Bread and Circuses, which was largely amusing, but became dry after he made the same point about 20 times. Through his verbosity, Lenin made relevant comparisons between NFL games and the Nuremberg Rally in Nazi Germany, which gave me an idea.
11:30 p.m.: I proposed that we take direct action against the racist assault by Bushco in New Orleans by making a display of dissent at a college football game scheduled for play the following day on campus. After bandying about different ideas (still classified), we settled on one in particular that had been successfully used by the ELF a few years back.
11:37 p.m.: We voted unanimously to display a banner with the slogan "Bush Hates African-Americans" at the neocon football game the following day. Peferably, the banner was to be shown on national television to millions of mind-numbed corporate drones. With any luck, these same people would wake up and see the cave they live their lives in.
11:41 p.m.: We began planning logistics, finally deciding that we would paint "Bush Hates African-Americans" in red on a white blanket, cut the blanket into three parts, and then each separately carry in a part of the blanket to avoid detection by the campus gestapo.
12:01 p.m.: Against our better collective judgment, we went to SlaveMart to buy the blanket and paint, as their corporate prison was the only store open that late. The fact that SlaveMart is open so late is a testament to how it treats its workers. We expressed our condolences to the cashier, but she seemed too brainwashed to understand.
12:34 p.m.: We returned to headquarters to complete our sign, drank a few Sierra Nevadas, and then went to sleep.
September 10, 2005
8:20 a.m.: Lenin's alarm clock goes off, playing hideous corporate music that sounded an awful lot like Britney Spears. Nader and I teased him relentlessly for listening to corporate radio. Nader then changed the station to the listener-sponsored, labor-friendly station in town. By mere coincidence, they were discussing university sponsorship of slave labor via the purchase of NCAA clothing from sweatshops, a topic I feel very passionately about.
8:33 a.m.: After listening for about 10 minutes, I realized that we didn't have any tickets for the game. Further discussion revealed that we also lacked the appropriate sweatshop-made clothing to avoid detection by the campus gestapo. Although I acquiesced to buying goods at SlaveMart the night before, there was no way I would buy sweatshop clothing bearing the college name. Lenin proposed that we check out a local thrift shop for used sweatshop clothes, which he said would be closer to recycling than victimizing slave labor. We collectively agreed that this option was the best one.
10:02 a.m.: The thrift shop finally opens. We quickly found t-shirts bearing the campus animal slogan. I pointed out how interesting it was that the only time the neocon humanizes animals is when he uses them for fighting purposes. The t-shirts we ended up buying celebrated the team's victory in a "bowl" game a few years before. I wondered out loud how many of the team's African-American players actually graduated, despite their few moments of glory.
11:15 a.m.: We arrived on campus for the game, only to find out that it had already begun 15 minutes earlier. The reason for the early start, we surmised, was to prevent the violent neanderthals from getting as drunk as they normally would, which in turn would prevent more date rapes and battery incidents. Unfortunately, the game was also sold out, so we had to purchase tickets for "good seats" from a scalper for $50 a piece. At this point, the mission was becoming very expensive.
11:31 a.m.: We entered the stadium and proceeded to our seats, which were nowhere near the field, as the scalper, in a fit of profit-mania, had insisted. Instead, our seats were located in the upper grandstand. In order to pull off our mission, we would have to get closer to the field.
11:47 a.m.: We walked down near the field and stood together near one of the goalposts. We hoped that one of the teams (we didn't care which one) would score and that we could show our sign to millions while standing near the fence. Unfortunately, one of the gestapo saw us standing there too long, and he demanded our papers (ticket stubs). He then demanded that we leave, to preserve the "property rights" of other ticket holders. At that point, we tried the same thing on the other side, with the same result.
12:34 p.m.: Thwarted by the gestapo, we collectively decided to take our message directly to the players themselves. We walked up to the home team's sidelines and unfurled our blankets while standing together to make the completed sign. As previously decided, we repeatedly shouted "Bush is Racist!" in unison. After speaking the truth about 10 times, the campus gestapo approached and demanded that we leave the stadium. I attempted to explain that we have a First Amendment right to make political speeches and organize collectively.
12:36 p.m.: In a clear violation of our rights, the gestapo physically escorted us outside the stadium. They told us that if we attempted to go inside again they would arrest us for disorderly conduct. I tried to go back inside, but Nader and Lenin held me back. In any event, the mission had already been successful enough, and not without considerable expense.
1:44 p.m.: We held a debriefing at a locally-owned pancake house. We collectively agreed that the mission had been successful, surely resulting in several players abandoning their support for Bushco. Without a doubt, if the players leave their slavemasters in the neocon structure, a major part of the neocon agenda will be crushed. We agreed to continue monitoring the players' behavior in the future to determine our overall impact.
Final Comments
As you can see, change begins with a few solitary voices that collectivize into a force for change. I urge all of my readers to participate in similar truth teachings in the future. After all, you can't stop the power of the people, because the power of the people don't stop!
September 9, 2005
9:12 p.m.: Lenin (code name) finally arrives to our graduate student discussion group. He was at least one-half hour late. The topic was "Bread and Circuses of the Conservative/Corporate Power Structure," which happened to be Lenin's thesis topic, making his lateness all the less excusable.
9:18 p.m.: Lenin and Nader (code name) began arguing about the differences between Trotskyism and Leninism. I attempted to explain that none of this matters so long as the neocons are in power. They agreed.
9:19 p.m.: Lenin begins what must have been a 2 hour talk about Bread and Circuses, which was largely amusing, but became dry after he made the same point about 20 times. Through his verbosity, Lenin made relevant comparisons between NFL games and the Nuremberg Rally in Nazi Germany, which gave me an idea.
11:30 p.m.: I proposed that we take direct action against the racist assault by Bushco in New Orleans by making a display of dissent at a college football game scheduled for play the following day on campus. After bandying about different ideas (still classified), we settled on one in particular that had been successfully used by the ELF a few years back.
11:37 p.m.: We voted unanimously to display a banner with the slogan "Bush Hates African-Americans" at the neocon football game the following day. Peferably, the banner was to be shown on national television to millions of mind-numbed corporate drones. With any luck, these same people would wake up and see the cave they live their lives in.
11:41 p.m.: We began planning logistics, finally deciding that we would paint "Bush Hates African-Americans" in red on a white blanket, cut the blanket into three parts, and then each separately carry in a part of the blanket to avoid detection by the campus gestapo.
12:01 p.m.: Against our better collective judgment, we went to SlaveMart to buy the blanket and paint, as their corporate prison was the only store open that late. The fact that SlaveMart is open so late is a testament to how it treats its workers. We expressed our condolences to the cashier, but she seemed too brainwashed to understand.
12:34 p.m.: We returned to headquarters to complete our sign, drank a few Sierra Nevadas, and then went to sleep.
September 10, 2005
8:20 a.m.: Lenin's alarm clock goes off, playing hideous corporate music that sounded an awful lot like Britney Spears. Nader and I teased him relentlessly for listening to corporate radio. Nader then changed the station to the listener-sponsored, labor-friendly station in town. By mere coincidence, they were discussing university sponsorship of slave labor via the purchase of NCAA clothing from sweatshops, a topic I feel very passionately about.
8:33 a.m.: After listening for about 10 minutes, I realized that we didn't have any tickets for the game. Further discussion revealed that we also lacked the appropriate sweatshop-made clothing to avoid detection by the campus gestapo. Although I acquiesced to buying goods at SlaveMart the night before, there was no way I would buy sweatshop clothing bearing the college name. Lenin proposed that we check out a local thrift shop for used sweatshop clothes, which he said would be closer to recycling than victimizing slave labor. We collectively agreed that this option was the best one.
10:02 a.m.: The thrift shop finally opens. We quickly found t-shirts bearing the campus animal slogan. I pointed out how interesting it was that the only time the neocon humanizes animals is when he uses them for fighting purposes. The t-shirts we ended up buying celebrated the team's victory in a "bowl" game a few years before. I wondered out loud how many of the team's African-American players actually graduated, despite their few moments of glory.
11:15 a.m.: We arrived on campus for the game, only to find out that it had already begun 15 minutes earlier. The reason for the early start, we surmised, was to prevent the violent neanderthals from getting as drunk as they normally would, which in turn would prevent more date rapes and battery incidents. Unfortunately, the game was also sold out, so we had to purchase tickets for "good seats" from a scalper for $50 a piece. At this point, the mission was becoming very expensive.
11:31 a.m.: We entered the stadium and proceeded to our seats, which were nowhere near the field, as the scalper, in a fit of profit-mania, had insisted. Instead, our seats were located in the upper grandstand. In order to pull off our mission, we would have to get closer to the field.
11:47 a.m.: We walked down near the field and stood together near one of the goalposts. We hoped that one of the teams (we didn't care which one) would score and that we could show our sign to millions while standing near the fence. Unfortunately, one of the gestapo saw us standing there too long, and he demanded our papers (ticket stubs). He then demanded that we leave, to preserve the "property rights" of other ticket holders. At that point, we tried the same thing on the other side, with the same result.
12:34 p.m.: Thwarted by the gestapo, we collectively decided to take our message directly to the players themselves. We walked up to the home team's sidelines and unfurled our blankets while standing together to make the completed sign. As previously decided, we repeatedly shouted "Bush is Racist!" in unison. After speaking the truth about 10 times, the campus gestapo approached and demanded that we leave the stadium. I attempted to explain that we have a First Amendment right to make political speeches and organize collectively.
12:36 p.m.: In a clear violation of our rights, the gestapo physically escorted us outside the stadium. They told us that if we attempted to go inside again they would arrest us for disorderly conduct. I tried to go back inside, but Nader and Lenin held me back. In any event, the mission had already been successful enough, and not without considerable expense.
1:44 p.m.: We held a debriefing at a locally-owned pancake house. We collectively agreed that the mission had been successful, surely resulting in several players abandoning their support for Bushco. Without a doubt, if the players leave their slavemasters in the neocon structure, a major part of the neocon agenda will be crushed. We agreed to continue monitoring the players' behavior in the future to determine our overall impact.
Final Comments
As you can see, change begins with a few solitary voices that collectivize into a force for change. I urge all of my readers to participate in similar truth teachings in the future. After all, you can't stop the power of the people, because the power of the people don't stop!
posted by Jeffrey | 2:54 PM
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