I just finished reading Ungrounding. I admit I was racing to the end, knowing it hasn't ended. After I set the book down I see on Palestine Deep Dive a whistleblower telling us that Apple computers pays employees to fight with the IDF. It seems that all we can hope for is the collapse, but what hope is that.

 The world of systematic destruction and genocide is not our world yet it is.

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 The making of Lebensraum - lifespace- was preconditioned on the production of its opposite, Todesraum - deathspace. Conditions of life necessary to support the life of some depended on their destruction for others.

-Ungrounding

Buildings crushed into their shadow. The subsoil under Gaza has become a mass grave. These unrecoverable bodies cannot be registered by the Palestinian Ministry of Health, which lists only found and identified bodies.

Ungrounding

(Israel is removing the evidence of it's genocide with the same Caterpillar D9 bulldozers that destroyed the buildings of Gaza and buried the people.)

 All you hear is AI, AI, AI. They act like it's revolutionary. Nah, nah, it's nihilism. It's techno-fascist colonial thought control. There's no revolution. It's artificial. All they do is lie to, alienate, abuse, and colonize you.

The Bauhaus architect Arieh Sharon plan for the Zionist occupation of Palestinian land was based on the Theory of Central Places by German geographer Walter Christaller used in the Nazi colonization and occupation. 

I remember my uncle who migrated to Kibbutz Gadot saying I couldn't possibly understand it without living there. I understand now, from afar, reading Ungrounded: The Architecture of Genocide.

Bauhaus in the Negev. An architect born in Ukraine, Shmuel Mestechkin, studied at the Bauhaus school and went back to Palestine to design the kibbutzim, wall and tower settlements that became the archetypes for Zionist settler-colonialism. He signed the master plan for the pentagonal Zionist settlement, superimposed over ungrounded Palestinian land, in 1949. 

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After erasing the existence if the Indigenous inhabitants, on which they modeled their habits, settlers start imagining themselves as the real natives.

Eyal Weizman

Ungrounding: The Architecture of Genocide

We live in the midst of a planned disaster. Everyone now prays for Iran and the defeat of the genocidal Zionist regime. Meanwhile psychotic rulers continue the destruction of Earth and Earthlings. 

 The Epstein empire is planning it's own destruction. It's committing suicide by genocide.

 I set aside The Dead Don't Die for the moment and picked up Ungrounding: The Architecture of Genocide. I didn't think about genocide often before Gaza, and when I did it was genocides past. Now each new genocide happens in a continuum of genocide.

 I still see a ramp where the ramp was.

 squid games in the park.

 In the future we'll all be anti-genocide.

 J.D. Vance, fka the hillbilly elegist, said he wouldn't be surprised if the antichrist was now stalking the earth, and these may be the end times. The antichrist may be his boss, summoned by another one in Israel, maybe it's the magaboss, Moloch, the one who signed an MOU at Versailles. 

Iran has other plans. 

Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat.

-Sun Tzu

The arc of resistance will prevail.

 Anyway so now I'm reading The Dead Do Not Die which is a twofer containing Exterminate All The Brutes and Terra Nullius and also Earthly, the translated poems of Jean Follain who was killed by a car in 1971. If anyone has read of these feel free to comment. Olive loves the cicadas so. We have to keep our eyes peeled for developments, through the window and across the threshold.

 Anyway, be that as it may, I mean regarding the tainted air, the data centers, the privatization of everything, the multiplying genocide, I had a walk with sweet Owen yesterday, and we may walk again, but we don't know. It's up to fate I guess. Anyway, we got a nice picture together, after twelve years.

Gloria Steinem was a pick-me girl, and boy was she ever picked, but now she's dead, and the empire is dying, and the drumbeats of the wild are unnerving the boys at Langley. Something is stirring within us, something ancient, something forgotten. Something moves within our wombs, which they tried to paralyze long ago. The drums are getting louder, and we are growing, increasingly, feral. The time is coming, and coming up fast, where we will stand before them, blood-bladed and hairy bushed, the wreckage of Langley beneath our feet, saying, I am not civilized, motherfucker! I am not fucking civilized!!

Caitlin Johnstone

 Neoliberal policies have hollowed-out democracies and spawned unchecked oligarchs. 

Les Coleman

 Song of the morning, Sweet Peace, by Ashley Thomas.

 There are different kids, and I'm so grateful for them, and I always seek them, and I am glad when I find them, for it's like finding myself and feeling solidarity with myself and them and all of nature. Some kids see through the indoctrination, the mind control, the relentless propaganda of the genocidal neoliberal fascist empire. I'm one, since I started school and refused the pledge, since I daydreamed with butterflies in the field outside the classroom while the teacher asked me questions and I answered as if from another place. Thanks be, for different kids, and solidarity.

 artificial intelligence, unnatural stupidity.

 I finished Dooneen, still not sure if the guy who was writing it in the book was dead, or dreaming, but it seemed like he was still writing when it ended. If I wrote a book I'd want people to be intrigued and eager to return to it, and not be trying to finish it, but maybe it's just me, maybe my brain is fried. I do appreciate that after it ends it says Free Palestine. I'm going to say Mew was a ghost writing in his afterlife, and wondering if he's dead or alive or dreaming, and maybe he's alive after all, and just imagining his afterlife. Anyway I could think about it, but I'm done with it and now I'm gonna read Earthly by Jean Follain. Tata.

 Israel murders peaceful protesters, and children, and the Zionist regime is aligned with the American regime, not only in Palestine, but in America. 

 Day 1063. Time stops in Gaza. The genocide continues.

 I wish we could just say no to the fascist regime.

 Everyone please watch Earth's Greatest Enemy.

I'm reading this book, Dooneen. In the first pages I wondered, Is this guy dead? On page 157 Mew asks the same question of himself. There's no answer, it just goes on, like the dreamtime or the afterlife, but the world is still real, and I'm going on, walking along the sentences in my mind as it's reminiscent of my life or my sense of things as they go on and I ask myself Is this book crazy or am I crazy, or are we both crazy, and is it, too, divine? 

After this picture we went in the dog yard, and then poor Lulu was hounded by flies for blocks til I found a good weed to brush them off. It's just heat and flies, but there's so much beyond this. In what kind of world can a voracious and heartless empire such as this exist? Not this world, and we can't get off. We're here for the wild ride, and we're not moving. In the empire of radical hate we're here for the other us, in the secret precious wilds of radical love.

12 bones for 45 minutes!? That's Abzurd! 
 

 Oh, my, Dog, this country is so evil! This outlaw empire must be stopped!!!

I fantasized various raptors colonizing the specious and ill-spaced letters adorning the Obamachron. On the weekend a peregrine falcon was sighted on the roof. May the abominable tower one day be recolonized by lichen moss ivy and the wondrous birds' return.

 The signatories seem unaware or willfully ignorant about the resistance to imperialism. 

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Do not allow the imperialists and Zionists to instrumentalize your just causes in order to delegitimize the anti-imperialist pulse of this revolution.

Behrooz Ghamari-Tabrizi

 i woke up to look at mother nature on the run in 2026, and starlings on the fire escape. the song remains in my head, in the air, the same, as we witness what we've done, all in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun. 

 Doin' it to death.

 It's the beginning of the end.

-Alistair Crooke

Or the end of the beginning.

-Judge Napolitano

 i still miss the little ramp on the sea wall.

 paradise is a graveyard.

But there is something in him

that will wait, even

while he protests,

for things will turn out as they will.

Window Poems,

by Wendell Berry

Sometimes he thinks the earth

might be better without humans.

He's ashamed of that.

Window Poems

by Wendell Berry

The country where he lives

is haunted

by the ghost of an old forest.

In the cleared fields

where he gardens

and pastures his horses

it stood once,

and will return. There wii be

a resurrection of the wild.

Already it stands in wait

at the pasture fences.

It is rising up

in the waste places of the cities.

When the fools of the capitals

have devoured each other

in righteousness, 

and the machines have eaten

the rest of us, then

there will be the second coming

of the trees. They will come

straggling over the fences

slowly, but soon enough.

Window Poems

by Wendell Berry

 the epstein regime will destroy you too.