The Parallel State Pamphlet 1 [A General Operating guide for the Practitioners and Partisans concerned with human rights, human needs and the proliferation of Emancipatory Development on the eve of the Great Revolt.] Preamble There are rights you never even knew you had which entitle you to life much different from the one you currently lead. We are a group of development practitioners and rescue workers; human rights advocates & defenders, humanitarian relief personnel, peace builders, civil servants, trade unionists, student organizers, community activists and abolitionists that believe in Human Rights and Emancipatory Development. We are prepared to defend those … Continue reading PS#1

  The Parallel State   [A General Operating guide for the Practitioners and Partisans concerned with human rights, human needs and the proliferation of Emancipatory Development on the eve of the Great Revolt.]       PRACTIONERS OATH TABLE OF CONTENTS   PREAMBLE   PART I: THE WORLD SYSTEM   WHAT IS THE CAVE WHAT IS THE MOUNTAIN WHAT IS THE DUAL ILLUSION WHAT IS THE NATION STATE WHAT IS THE WORLD SYSTEM WHAT IS THE CORE WHO IS CORE CRITICAL WHO IS CORE DEPENDANT WHO ARE THE CORE CONTENDERS WHAT IS THE SEMI-PERIPHERY WHAT IS THE PERIPHERY WHAT IS … Continue reading The Parallel State

Chapter 7     After Yulia Romanova, this was not her last name just the name of any of the women that belonged to the Bratva of Yuri Romanoff; and Oleg Medved boarded the Port Judith Ferry wearing flicker masks … Continue reading Partizan Song, Chapter 7

Chapter 6     “Don’t listen to the words I say, the screams all sound the same, though the truth may vary our ship will carry our bodies safe to shore,” she hums the Monsters and Men.   The boat ride to shore through sloshing blue black waters carrying their clandestine squad of four had gone off much more seamlessly copasetic than McIntosh had feared, who being West Indian did not know how to swim. So after the submarine ride which had to round the Cape Horn and run both tropics twice to reach its drop off point undedicated by … Continue reading Partizan Song, Chapter 6

Chapter 5     You can dance all night if you have to, but eventually someone has to herd the cats out the door and hide the bodies on the floor. The Mehanata Social Club is on 113 Ludlow Street. This is its second location since many times police raided and finally burned to the ground in an ugly incident that took place in 2005. At an infamous establishment such as this you ought to always know the names of the men “standing the watch” or women “pouring for your drinks” or the “holding down of your bags and coats. … Continue reading Partizan Song, Chapter 5

Chapter 4     Back on the monstrous underwater vessel called “the Black Mermaid”; traveling propelled by a Thorium reactor towards the United States; the extraction squad sits for black bread, herring, tea and Compot, sweet berry punch.   The Chinese had finished a canal across Socialist Nicaragua that was three times the size of the US controlled one in Panama. But, for some reason no one in the USA even knew the thing was operational. And it was through this cognitively non-existent mega water way the Black Mermaid nuclear submarine was planning to pass on its run into American … Continue reading Partizan Song, Chapter 4

Chapter 3                                                        Penthouse J has been in the hands of the House Trikhovitch Family the early 1981 Common Era. That was not a hey-day for New York City as some newly arrived hip individuals have come to believe. Heretics. In the 1980’s looters and vagrants were scaling the walls to steal anything not tied down. Crack is wack, they say. The CIA brought it here in 1980 to help kill all the black people, get them hooked on that vile addictive substance; then arrest loosely 1 in 8 of them. The book about this phenomena is called … Continue reading Partizan Song, Chapter 3

Chapter 2     Far below the waves of the black blue Pacific, a vast underwater leviathan of a craft named the “Black Mermaid” hulks its way gradually toward the surface. The vessel is forty miles off the Western coast of Nicaragua, sloshing bashing water; cascading aggressively all of these things as its crew makes way toward “New Shoreham”; a tiny settlement on Block Island. And, says McIntosh, a member of the Trinidadian Special Forces, “A quite stupid name for a town overtaken by the simple name of its own island,” and he knows about such things being a Trinidadian. … Continue reading Partizan Song, Chapter 2

The Partizan Song       [A Manuscript by]:         Walter Sebastian Adler   Dedicated to Dasha Andreavna Skorbogatova     “Don’t make me sad. Don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough And the Road gets tough; I don’t know why. Keep making me laugh. Let’s go get high. The Road is long but carry on, Try to have fun in the meantime, Choose your last words. This is the last time. You and I, we were born to die.”     – Lana Del Rey                   … Continue reading Partizan Song, Prelude