As if we didn’t have enough to be depressed about, #Brexit, the rise of far right movements pretty well everywhere, passing 400 parts per million of carbon dioxide in our atmosphere, facing the reality of a Hillary Clinton presidency as the only sensible choice, the lesser evil that we can probably deal with – well here, now, riding this wave of our collective despair we have the election of Donald Trump as the 45th president of the United States.
At dawn on November 9, 2016, Africans woke up to news of a United States president-elect, and it was not Hillary Clinton. Many expected Clinton, largely because in preceding weeks and months they got their share of around-the-clock propaganda from a host of pundits who had kept the media under siege with axiomatic pronouncements abridged as: Trump can’t win. Also, there were, in Africa, prophecies by egotistical preachers who feigned hearing from God about a Clinton win when in reality, the god they had heard from was a TV set mainstreaming oracles from elites to the populace. In the end none other than Donald Trump was left to emerge as the victor in what is yet to remain a bewildering stunner administered to millions of Americans, feminism sympathizers, and world leaders who misguidedly fancied contemplations of Clinton’s coronation.
Judging by past statements, South America’s socialist presidents look set to receive Donald Trump’s election with equanimity, arguing that power and politics in the United States is much deeper and more consolidated than any one government.
Evo Morales, the first indigenous president of Bolivia, said that since Obama’s presidency, he had been disappointed in his hopes for a more respectful US foreign policy.
The views expressed in this piece are the author’s own. ImportantCool does not endorse any candidate for president of the United States, though it’s safe to say we all deeply detest Trump on a personal level.
It gives me no pleasure to defend Hillary Clinton.
Like many of us, over years, nay, decades, of excessive exposure, I have become allergic to her.
I hate her voice. I hate her smug face. I hate her weasel words and lies. I hate her ever shifting kaleidoscope of public positions. To repurpose a line from the fictional Tracy Jordan of 30 Rock, she’s “like a chameleon, always a lizard”.
Clearly ‘Something’ has gone mad
There has literally never been a better time to relentlessly insult whoever you please to as wide an audience as you please; it’s a veritable golden age, with one catch, they can probably hear you.
You know there was a time when a man could say whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
All he had to worry about then was who, if anyone (it was more than likely someone) would henceforth attempt to punish him for it. It’s possible someone would challenge him to a duel. Maybe a mob would casually set fire to him. Or perhaps the local constabulary would kidnap him, torture him to death, and sell his family into slavery. You know, the little things. Minor hiccups in an otherwise glorious age of freedom.
I used to be addicted to the challenge of political stand up comedy but I walked away to focus on activism. I suspect jokes are a good way to water down ideas until you’re just wasting time. Why stand on a stage sharing your thoughts with punters who will do nothing with those ideas when you can instead do real things with actual people? Its heartbreaking festival shows in the bullshit world of entertainment or its winning campaigns on an Earth where real people live: no choice at all when you think about it. I am part of Whistleblowers, Activists and Citizens Alliance (WACA), and we have gone a long way by doing exactly what we want to do. Meanwhile, political stand-up in Australia is essentially a pointless conversation the political class is having with itself and I found myself answering to people who considered me an idiot, what with my obvious desire to change things without asking middle-class people nicely first.
By Petite Pointer
On Saturday, September 24, 2016, a friend and I organized a candlelight vigil at Belo Gardens in Downtown Dallas for Tyre King, Terence Clutcher, and other victims of police brutality.
It was my first time back in the city since the July 7 shootings that took place there.
Here is a transcript of the speech I gave:
As an anarchist, it’s kinda against the rules for me to hero worship…
But when presented with a man who essentially stole half a million euros from Spanish banks and used that money as a war chest to fund emancipatory, horizontal, peer-to-peer, and anti/post capitalist movements and projects in Europe well…
Let’s just say if I was inclined toward man-crushes, anticapitalist activist Enric Duran would be a reasonable candidate!!
And really, this spectacular action is just one glamorous achievement in a long list of successful acts of resistance and of building alternatives within the belly of the beast.
The four-wheel drive stopped in the compound. Through the tinted windows I could see a fearsome dog straining at its chain and baying at the vehicle. Its fur was the same muddy yellow color as the sandy soil beneath its feat and the packed earth walls of the farmhouse buildings. A rickety wooden door in one of the walls opened slowly, as if commanded by a magic cipher, and a woman stepped out. She was the same shape and color as a boiled potato, and she motioned for us to come inside. We filed into the central hall and were served lunch.
Could returned servicemen with war-ravaged hearts and minds soon be given MDMA to smooth their way back into society? Is using MDMA for post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) a legitimately good idea, and is it ever going to be common practice? ImportantCool spoke to Dr Stephen Bright of Curtin University to learn more about this Huxley-esque development.