Helter Skelter!
An Account of Rising Fear: Pandemonium Abound
“Manson Memorabilia”
It’s dark out
and a Sasquatch is a loomin’
Suckling its wheezed, bated breath…
The death machine is a boomin’!
It’s here. It's happening. The feeling of anticipation, that sense of exhilaration has now taken the backseat. Death on his bike has turned into fourth gear, and as his backseat passenger clinging to his black cape, our eyes are watering as there is no room for mistake. No room for error. No room for hesitation. For a shift in our inner balance will topple the bike, and fling us skidding sore with a flesh wound palpating as the low-down gravel crumbles with our meaty insides. This is the world now, all eyes are shifted - from the Donbas and even away from the troubles of the Levant - to the United States and the election of a lifetime.
Cause way to go US. Really, way to fucking go. Once again, in a time where the attention of the world really shouldn’t be on you. It is. The world holds its breath before the chaos descends. Cause if we can be sure of anything: it’s that whatever the outcome, pure carnage will follow.
…a Maverick in poor decisions, US. Stil from “Top Gun” (1986)
It will be chaos no matter what. For this is a race as tight as can be. And we made it ourselves. By not noticing. A trend that keeps on coming back so much we can call it an inherit quality of the political establishment in DC. The MAGA cult was there all along, unnamed and waiting - like crisp dry wood in need of a flicker to erupt - and that spark was Donald J. Trump. The Donald who now commands hordes through 140 characters on X (Twitter), a plattform owned by the billionaire tech-bro Musk. Who’s glazed Trump so much that he’s a full-on MAGA stan, who shouts next to him in rallies and jokes with the former president about firing striking workers.The orange man also has his own de facto militias. Militias formed of scorned men. Destitute, un-intelligent yet with no shortage of cunning tact and taste for blood.
Cause these guys are pumped on testosterone, fueled by injection of steroids and bulging in their tight tech-wear as they cling to their tactical rifle whilst checking their ‘six’ through black, mirrored sunnies. It’s resentment. Outside-in. Pure resentment. But towards whom/what?
Proud Boys
For the answer, we can turn to Dr. Gonzo, the late ol’ Hunter:
«It’s kind of «they». Paranoid. It’s you, it’s me, it’s whoever might come too close on the highway. It’s somebody who makes a remark in a bar…Anybody who looks respectable, looks like he isn’t doomed —like he has some kind of option or money or a home. All the things they don’t have» (in interview by Studs Terkel, march 1967).
Of course Thompson here isn’t describing the inner drive of today’s, say, Proud Boys. He is here describing the phenomenon of the 1 percenters, born in the 60s: the biker gangs. Especially the Hells Angels which he profiled in the new journalism marvel «The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs» (1966).
The pig grew too fat, and the man ain’t happy…(Painting by Lars Sandaas)
For him the Hells Angels represented something which would grow and grow into something bigger. Something all-encompassing. Something near-revolutionary. Something like what we see now. As he continues later in the interview:
«It takes a while to cultivate that kind of bitterness —where, when somebody calls you a dirty bum, you don’t look in the mirror and think, maybe I should wash my face. You go out and rub scum on you and get dirtier. Then you go back in and punch him and break a bottle and stick it in his gut. So we won’t see what what’s happening today. The people who are being left out and put behind won’t be obvious for years. And christ only knows what’ll happen when it’s 1985. There will be a million Hells Angels. They won’t be wearing the colors but they’ll be people who are looking for vengeance because they’ve been left behind».
Well, you were a bit of the mark Hunter. 1985 was a tad early. It was 2016. And I wish you’d been here to illuminate us on exactly the undercurrent of mechanics behind this fascist flood. Cause the backwater is now the high seas, and its waves might just drown the «civilized» citadel of DC…
Love him or hate him. This is iconic: a masterclass in political play (credit: AP Photo/Evan Vucci, File)
You think calling them fascists is a step too far? Well, maybe all of them aren’t neo-nazis. But the core and driving forces are fascist to the bone.
Take the militias like Proud Boys? For them Trump is the Father Superior and Trumps longstanding political adviser, Roger Stone, their backwater Messiah. These private swashbuckling bandits of the populist Republicans, are nothing short of a modern day iteration of Hitlers Sturmabteilung. (SA).
You think I’m joking?
In 1923, the Nazi leader and other kampfbund (nationalist fighting societies) leaders, marched two-thousand strong to the Feldhernhalle (Field Marshal Hall) in the Bavarian capital of Munich. They were met with resistance and in the end it ended as a failed coup d’etat.
Beer Hall Putsch 1923 (failed Nazi coup d’etat)
Remind you of something?
Hitler was jailed for five years, which he spent writing his magnum opus «Mein Kampf» (My Struggle). About a decade later in November 1932 the Nazi Party held the the most seats in the Reichstag (German parliament) and three months later Hitler was named Reichkanzler (chancellor) of Germany by President Paul von Hindenburg. 18 months later the President died, Hitler assumed his position and the end of the Weimar Republic was a fact: The Third Reich had begun
Way to go America, way to go. You’re dancing with the devil, and he’s got quite a step…
Jan 6 2021, failed MAGA coup d’etat
Whatever happens it’ll be chaos. Pandemonium. Whatever the spectrum of outcomes - a decisive victory either way or a drawn out battle a la Bush v Gore in the early 2000s.
Chaos will ensue with either victor: instantly, in lieu of «progress» or huffing and puffing in a slumber, like a sleeping volcano.
If Harris wins, one can imagine Trump won’t say he lost. He might fight them in courts or incite a riot like last January 6th - either when they verify voting in congress or come inauguration time. Now, if Trump wins, do you think the Democrats will leave the reigns of power peacefully? Really?
Will they sit by and watch as a dark cloud sets over the nation and the “reactionary, gas-station America” jeers, whilst knowing there is a significant chance Trump will try to consolidate power, rewrite the constitution and seek eternal reign (read: damnation)? (He said “in four years, you don’t have to vote again, we’ll have it fixed so good - you’re not gonna have to vote…”, see below)
The only difference is that now, it’s the Democrats who perhaps would be leaving office. Leaving them with the authority over the law (police, national guard and army) until an eventual power-switch.
But that doesn’t make it better in my view…for there are other differences to last time. We’ve had an assassination attempt. And we’ve got the protest movement of a lifetime, over the genocide in Gaza. There are added spice to an already burning hot cauldron - and I think it might explode…
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Excerpt from W.B Yeats’ poem «The Second Coming» (1919)
“Extravaganza”, by Lars Sandaas
Something’s about to happen. It’s gonna be on a level of the great American tradition of ruthless, violent upsets - Authority vs the Masses: Power vs The People. The US v ‘Murica.
We’re talking the Chicago riots during the National Convention in ‘68. We’re talking the Kent State massacre of ’70. We’re talking the Attica Rebellion in ’71.
We’ve already had Jan 6, and no one saw it coming. Why the freezing? Don’t freeze. Act.
Prepare yourself. Get ready. Hands up. Fists clenched. Eyes straight ahead bucko - it’s terror-sterity times. So get prepped, hide your kids, your wives and try to avoid the fight
Where is the understanding that fascism is not merely on our doorstep? It’s already entered your home. It’s somewhere in your living room, eating in your kitchen at night trying to navigate itself to your children’s bedrooms to slit their throats in their sleep. And you better get out, get a gun or be in the middle of a bucking herd. The monster is right behind you and…
…someone’s gonna start shooting - from cybernetic bullets to rounds of alloy - this is the dark before the dawn, the stand-off before the outbreak of the judgement day of the Land of the Free.
The Home of the Brave’s session in Purgatory is soon over - it’s heaven or hell now, and there isn’t two ways about it…
May the judgement lay easy on us all.
Drink up.
Bukowski doing what I’ll be doing November 5th whilst chomping on sausages Maine-style.
But that isn’t enough if you live in one of the 50 states. Then you’ve got to enter the cornerstone of the American fabric of reality…
That one part of American society that will remain fairly unaffected, if not strengthened through what’s coming.
The Trap.
The Trap is open on Christmas eve. The Trap is open on Easter. It doesn’t shut during Thanksgiving, 4th of July or Labour Day. And it sure as hell won’t stop for an election or a new president.
In some ways the Trap, its submerged roadmap and cloaked roadmen are the wardens of a puppy nation - its hired help, its downtrodden and unbreakable fundament - its constant prescription to its ailment: a diagnosis of hubris followed by symptoms of cynicism, violence and greed.
So drink up.
Loose lips. Sink ships.
Free Palestine!
- ‘gassed out
