Thanks, I hate it!
DharmaCurious
joined 1 year ago
You gonnna take these chicken bones, you gonna hang em from a tree. You gonna wait threeee nights, and after threeee nights, you gonna take the bones down, and bury them in the sand along the shores of the coast of the low country, and build a fire. You gonna burn a lock of your hair in that fire, and when it's all burnt out, you gonna add it your bath water. Take you a bath in that water, and then apologize to the witch that cursed you.
Teach me your ways
It was stupid hot. Lol. Also, apparently in the US I'm a disgusting fat fuck, whereas in Mexico, I'm whatever the Spanish word for thicc is, and have an ass worth pursuing. Lol.
I did very well when I visited Mexico for this reason. The amount of dudes just totally cool with topping was excessive. Guys who are, by their own cultural standards, completely straight hanging out of grindr. It was a glorious week.
Placeholder comment because I need to go back to sleep. Someone remind me and I'll tell y'all about rescuing my brother from a maybe kidnapping in Mexico.
Okay, so, me and my brother visited Mexico. It was a fairly small town, not a major place like Cancun. Had an amazing time. Ended up meeting these two bartenders that we became friends with. Their boss, who legit made everyone he met call him El Jefe, would come by and steal their tips and get drunk. We were there for a week. On the last night, I'm on the other side of the town (10 minute walk away) trying to seal the deal with this dude I'd met, and my brother was at the little bar hanging with our bartender friends. I get a call from him, panicked, as he whisper yells that El Jefe asked him to come with him to another bar he owns. He's in the car, El Jefe is flying down the street, he's doing cocaine off the dash. Please come get him at this other bar. He sends me one of those location pins that update in real time.
I tell dude that I'll help him finish later, and take off to rescue my brother. He's only like 5 minutes away, and has stopped moving. I go into the club, and start looking for him, but he's not there. I'm asking folks if they've seen him, and trying to get closer to his pin. Finally, I find his phone, there's some random ass dude who has it, and when I tell him I'm gonna need that phone, he tries to act like it's his. I explain to him it's my brother's. He acts like he's gonna swing at me, so I drop El Jefe's name. That, combined with the fact that he's 5'nothing and I'm 6'3 and near 300 pounds convinced him of the error of his ways. He gave me the phone, and I moved on in my search. I talked to the bartender, who explained that El Jefe had been there a few minutes ago, and had left some coke for me because my brother told him I was meeting them there (neither I nor my brother do coke). I asked could he tell me where they were headed. He gave me an address about a mile away. I took off.
I arrive at the house, by this point it is nearly 2 in the morning. It looks like just a house, but the lights are on so I knock on the door. I am greeted by a woman with the largest breasts I have ever seen in real life. They're enormous. And she's topless. Now, I don't speak Spanish. I know enough to ask where the bathrooms are, and (I smokes at the time) where I could smoke at. Other than that, it was Google translate and gesturing for me.
However, I did not need Spanish to understand that this woman was a prostitute, and was very keen on the young American in front of her (or, at least his wallet). I tried to explain I'm trying to find my brother, but she wasn't having it. Grabbing at my crotch, trying to pull me into one of the bedrooms off the (very nicely decorated for a brothel) living room. As my actions at this moment were less Liam Neeson and more Jerry Stiller, I decided to just come clean with her with one of the only Spanish words I knew "yo soy Mariposa!"
Now, I know that's a slur, and I'm sorry if it upsets anyone. But at the time, it was the only thing I could think of. An hour before hand, the phrase had been... Relevant.
It was like a magic spell. Her entire attitude changed, and she was finally able to listen to my words. Once we cobbled together enough Spanglish to understand each other, I gave her the coke from the club as a thanks, and headed off to find my brother where she told me El Jefe had taken him next.
I arrive back at the night club I'd gotten the coke from, and I see El Jefe's car this time. It's parked in an alley behind the club, against an outdoor stair case. I go up the stairs and open the door to a private little fucking rave on the top floor of the club. They've got their own bar up here, and if I remember correctly, you can't get from one floor to the other from within the club.
I see them at last! My brother looks mortified, trying to get to the entrance, and keeps getting pulled back by El jefe, and El jefe dancing with fucking scar face levels of coke on his face. It's insane. I go up to them, and El jefe is all excited to see me, asks if I want some more coke, do I wanna party, he has a pretty boy all picked out for me if I want.
I tell him no thanks, we've gotta go. He gets pissy and says I'm being rude, stay and party. I tell him we're leaving, and before I can react, he swings at me in all hiscoke fueled glory, completely missing me by a country mile. I stand up and tower over this man and explain we have a plane to catch in the morning. He finally let us go, and we head out.
Our plane the next day was delayed, so we ended up spending two more days there. In that time, El Jefe apologized for swinging at me, and gave us a tour of some of the apartments he rents.
We still keep in touch on Whatsapp, and he invites us to his enormous birthday party every year. He also says he'll rent me an apartment there if I want to do private security for him. He talks to my brother more than me, though. He really liked him, and he calls me El Gigante. He really, really wants us both to come work for him. From what I gather, he basically runs the entire town we were in.
I honestly lapsed on Rojava. My bad.
But also, the likelihood of the US doing some dirty shit there increases exponentially as soon as they seem to be viable. Right now, the entire region is so fragile I doubt it's considered worth messing with. As soon as it is, they'll be freed from the tyranny of their own autonomy. I really, really want to be wrong here.
Also, not super concerned about scaring off OP, they're a troll. Check the post history. But I was hoping that my comment might be read by someone else who might like the recommendations. But you're right, I should have put the post on reverse order.
Assuming you're not just trolling, which, judging by your post history is... Unlikely... I'm going to suggest you read up a little bit about the basics of anarchism. Specifically anarchocommunism, as it is the most common tendency to run into online. There are several foundational texts that are written in English and Spanish. Some authors to consider: Peter Kropotkin, Mikhail Bakunin, Emma Goldman, Pierre Joseph Proudhon. For something more contemporary, check out David Rovics.
For real world examples of actually existing anarchist societies, read about the Spanish Civil War, a good book I can recommend on the subject "The Anarchist Collectives : Workers Self-Management in Spain, 1936-1939" by Sam Dolgoff
Another decent recommendation is The Soul of Man Under Socialism by Oscar Wilde.
For a short read with good explanations behind the principles of anti authoritarianism check out Law and Authority by Kropotkin.
For something to get the heart thumping a bit more, We Do Not Fear Anarchy, We Invoke It by Robert Graham.
The idea that political thought would be repressed in an anarchist society is... An interesting take. Anarchists generally want to function based on some kind of collective decision making process, such as consensus. There are also anarchist adjacent trends, such as council communism that are worth looking into. In a pinch, "Google Murray bookchin" and find yourself somewhere in the neighborhood (or at least the next one over).
And to answer your question outright, if a bunch of anarchists decided to form a society large enough to be viable and self sufficient, one of two things would happen: the US would turn it into a glass parking lot or ... The US would turn it into a glass parking lot.
What about an Android alternative? I don't use any, so can't recommend, but I'm sure one of them will be a knockoff of a similar size.