Let me begin by saying that the Jew of Beirut is kind.
So, if anyone everyone ever accused this man of madness, hijackings, robbery, or vice, or immoral acts of cavorting with criminals and whores, all would be fast to say, it is not true. That is not his man! And, they would say, “Go throughout our city because this man came to us at a tough and strange time with a giving of his whole self. He, employed, deployed his heart, and naked soul, and opened his pockets on the streets of Beirut for us to see into him. He was in some ways the finest of his kind, in other ways, a crude foreigner, but he was indeed filled with “old soul” and we saw what he said, and did; clearly. Well, perhaps he has a loveable madness.
They said here, that “the roots of the righteous will grow like a cedr in Lebanon” and he did immediately. He flourished, wilted, and died three whole times in just forty days for us, to impress us almost.
The Jew of Beirut has a name and that name is Sebastian Adonaev. His Kunya is Abu Yazan. He also has a Kurdish name if you can even believe such internationalism: Kawa Zinvistan. But, we trusted and trust him still to this day. Though not completely with marrying our daughters, unless of course, he converts to Islam or Christianity. He definitely isn’t wealthy or internationally famous to marry a Druze.
And, here is the part of the story: as we try and recall the speed of it all in an existential moment that, he fell out of the sky into our laps. And hearts. Yet, this man was coming to know us, in our hardest times since the civil conflict. He sought to know not only about our current dire straights, but but our epic past and also glorious future!
He was not pursuing “unique experiences” instead he pursued a life he didn’t get to lead, yet.
The Jew of Beirut is a “paramedic” by trade. That causes him to want to help anyone and everyone all at once. And so, he encountered us too, as a partly trained lawyer and a full-blown poet, a partisan commander of sorts in his left labor movement, a painter and a life lover; a hustler, a lover, a wide talker; in multilingualism so basically already in a sense fully Lebanese!? No, of course not, but he exudes the energy we have in us as a people surely.
“The Enemy” reduces us to slumber, serfdom and indefinite toil. The enemy forces false and arbitrary division upon us, reducing us to a force for labor. They strip us of a life of any meaning, they abrogate our rights. Divided we die in half life. Reactionary thinking is an embrace of hopelessness, brutalist individualism. A life of minimizing harm and maximizing pleasure. Such a life is encouraged by every existing regime.
“A human person is born free and equal, fully conscious and capable of limitless possibility.”
A Cadro is a “conscious person”, of open mind and collective in spirit. A Cadro lives a dedicated life. She or he is not a monk, an extremist or a zealot. She or he is a partisan. A person of good morals and great fight. A person who through knowledge of truth lives by rights, sees value in collective existence. Lives a free life, in liberty and in virtue knowing self and loving others. The dedication of a Cadro is rooted in the tree of life, therefore the deep roots of our collective history, the tallest branches of our collective hope. He or she is dedicated to the world of the real, yet by persistence and boldness drags us toward a world to come. By rights possessing a basis of just measurement, knowing good from wrong, by virtue living with integrity.
BASIC PRINCIPLES OF A CADRO
I.
UNLIMITED PATIENCE
II.
UNLIMITED MODESTY
III.
UNLIMITED GRATITUDE
IV.
WRATH UPON
ENEMIES OF THE PEOPLE
THE (4-10-4-8)
FOUR ESSENTIAL QUALITIES
TEN POINTS OF ATTENTION
FOUR RULES OF DISCIPLINE
EIGHT STAGES OF A STRUGGLE
The Four Essential Qualities
Unlimited Patience with the people, as well as yourself.
Unlimited Modesty in speech, dress, action, ownership, consumptions and acquisition.
Unlimited Gratitude to the martyrs and heroes on whose shoulders we stand to continue this fight.
Wrath on Enemies of the People defense of liberty, equality, and human rights in all theaters at all times.
The Ten Points of Attention
Speak politely to all people at all times.
Drug use, alcohol consumption, and paying money for sexual services are completely prohibited when deployed, in or out of uniform.
Pay fairly for what you buy. Do not use your position to gain any special advantages. Expropriation is theft.
Return everything you borrow. Pay for anything you damage.
Do not hit or swear at people.
Do not damage property, or destroy the property of the enemy.
Do not take liberties with any women. Civilian women, movement women, or the women of the enemy. Rape is a capital offense.
Do not harm children. Willful harm or actions leading to the deaths of children is a capital offense.
Do not ill-treat captives. Torture is a completely prohibited practice.
All acts of violence, offensive or defensive perpetuate violence and the lower consciousness of all affected. Power does not come from the barrel of a gun, it comes from the achievement of rights and security for the people.
Four Main Rules of Discipline
Want for the people what you want for yourself and your family. Modal the proper personal behavior of a conscious fully liberated society in all your efforts and interactions to gain emancipation.
Obey orders and order in all your actions. In and out of uniform, on or off duty. Deployed or not deployed. You are a representative of universal rights and the movement. Respect the elected chain of command and the authority of elected leadership.
Do not harm civilians. Any woman, child, or man not bearing arms is a completely prohibited, illegitimate target.
Do not take a single needle or piece of thread from the people. Do not use your position for self profit. A single act of theft no matter how minor is a degradation of all our efforts. Turn in everything captured. No piece of property no matter how small is your private property. Any item captured or expropriated from the enemy must be registered and collectivized for the ongoing efforts.
Eight Philosophical Stages
The Eight Philosophical Stages of a Long Struggle
Patience, Modesty, and Gratitude are personal principles, used to cultivate consciousness and ethical behavior amid the parties of the working class.
Revolutionary Attention and Discipline are a stricter code of conduct for Cadros of the Parties developing advanced, egalitarian methods of social organization.
Total Embrace of Universal Human Rights as Legislative Aimsour immediate economic, social, cultural, political, civil demands will be codified by all existing governments and upheld by law. These 58 sets of Universal Rights must be adopted by all nations, or those nations must be declared pariah, outlaw, and invalid, in violation of any normative human good.
Democratic Autonomy is a decision making process, which on levels of the Party and Society seek to engage the public in meaningful and participatory democracy.
Emancipatory Development is a social, environmental and economic methodology basing all social policy on justice, equality, liberty and human solidarity.
Democratic Confederalism is a system of popular political administration; horizontal, highly participatory, designed to establish a decentralizing alternative to the nation state.
Pursuit of A Communal Existenceis a philosophy upon which we seek to build a more just, equal and more verdant society. Founded on human unity, livelihood with dignity and open opportunity for all those who strive and possess capability.
Free Lifeis the ultimate objective. A state of life and social affairs where fully just social policies, sustained conscious human development and a respect for universal human rights allows a state of balance and happiness amid all women and men in the world.
#4: The Cultural Context of Paying for Nothing Up Front
When lost in a Champagne Campaign one is always the friend of sex and cigarettes.
So begins a fable,
With a vignette vex,
no remorse, no regrets!
The smoke will dissipate and the bottle once empty,
Must be taken off the table.
Best to know your class,
Best to know and surpass your station,
Ideology is not like love,
Yet both have rules and gentle nuances.
While drinking hard, some things are lost in translation.
She said:
Comrade, I have work for you,
“How do you cope with a newly broken heart?”
For the best way to start?
You’ll see!
To get over on a man is under another man, she told me.
“I’ll tell you how to make Tovarish me….happy.”
First, we have to make bold art constantly.
Found art, forged art, undressed art. Art in motion.
Art we can touch, Art we can see.
Lewd, crude, and out of control art.
Thus explodes a muse like devotion!
Art made by you, in the spirit of loving me!
It doesn’t have to be pretty or even rhyme actually. It must cause a commotion!
But we have to make it together somehow. My fake smile, my fake golden hair, ass up and eat. My visionary delight, my thighs are your potion.
My true feelings, your defeat.
“I’m sorry I was drinking while Russian in New York Grad,”
Undo those words on art, abort me!
You heard that all wrong in translation,
“What I said was to get a good job and completely support me.”
Where do I start!? When things fall apart when cultures are clashing,
But there is still romance in her heart!
Second, you have to sing for me! But never to the Voorhi or the cops. Freedom songs, epic ballads. Such is the Melee.
You have to remember the old tongue, and you have to swallow me.
Your tongue, your rough hands don’t Instagram follow me.
Remember the right notes, the left and right hooks, and the very disposition of the Old and New love, in the beginning, and the end all at once.
You will see blat,
I’ll back you up, best I can, in the refrain. This begets that.
But they need to be songs from the soul and the heart both at once, like the sound of a circle. Your me, subsumed in the course of we.
I’ll lead the first dance, then you just follow me!
“I’m sorry I was drinking while Russian in New York Grad,”
Undo those words on art, abort me!
You heard that all wrong, in translation,
“What I said was don’t speak so many words in English, don’t waste my time with crude emotions. Do you want me by your side? Pony up the cash to even court her, she.”
But there is still romance in her heart! It was there at the start!
Third, we have to travel, like a great endless escape.
New cities, new cities, sites! New hotel rooms. New moons, minimal drama, minimal fights.
New friends, new hats on new keys on new necks on new nights.
Holding hands under the vanilla skies and when the sky breaks open too. Cash cannot be spent when you’re dead, spent it on earthly delights.
Rick shaws, picnics and gondolas and mandalas and lingerie you can see through, whatever the fuck a mandala even is. Or a gondola woo!
Pistols out and moving forward on an adventure! Alive, “woke”.
Constant endless walk toward a new adventure! She thus spoke.
And the world never gets old, gears get stuck and get choked up amid the champagne and cigarette smoke.
“I’m sorry. I was drinking, while Rushing. In New York Grad,”
Undo those words on art, abort me with these sentimental breaches!
You heard that all wrong in translation,
“What I said was, who doesn’t like Malta, like Paris and Bora Bora. Like the Maldives. Like white sandy people free beaches?”
But there is still romance in her heart! More heads in the cart?
“Number four, work that pussy like you know what it’s good for.”
But there is still romance in her heart!
Fifth, we need to save the world, it’s probably true.
The world is hurting. The world is harsh. They say you’re a man of action and struggle, I leave that world-saving project completely to you.
“But the world helps those who help themselves.”
College is over Tom Sawyer. Marx was an asshole, if you’re smart as you think you’ll get a good job and make adult money, as a corporate lawyer.
“I’m sorry I was drinking while Russian in New York Grad,”
Undo those words on struggle, cancel them or abort me!
You heard that all wrong in translation, poems are useless, starvation courting rags.
“What I said was Capitalismo makes amazing food, and red bottom shoes and handbags.
Sixth, we need to eat all the nice foods as they are available to us. We need to indulge in every crevice of the city.
“Fuss, no fuss.”
Seventh, kids, probably they say we have to make lots of kids. Happy and well raised, all that shit.
As long as you can afford it.
“I’m sorry I was drinking while Rushing in New York Grad,”
Undo those words on kids, abort me! You heard that all wrong in translation, your shirt changed the fee.
“What I said was having kids is for suckers. That’s for those who have a belief in the future.”
Life was quiet, now it’s a bit better- your cash and a small suture.
Eight, “Never leave my side please!”
Ever for too long. I need your attention, now.
And back to number 4; which was skipped actually skipped in the world of the real somehow.
Way back to the when?
We have to make love, again!
“We never did,” she said.
In all best forms and low forms and high Russian and low English and all the between ways to say defy.
Russian to English, emotions, and thighs lie,
Cry, all that is being said about cynical loves, and opportunistic loves. Reading past the dollar signs,
We are the very same age, of the same class of tumult and drama,
Born on opposite sides of the geopolitical, not the class lines.
When you hear such art or such cold calculated self-inflicted interest,
WALTER SEBASTIAN ADLER 