O Counterculture, where art thou?, part II: Occupy Wall Street

Keep hope alive. Those three words echo in my head as the OCCUPY movement across the country and around the world is about to celebrate its two-month birthday. Perhaps my prophecy of a new counterculture in part one of this article is bearing fruition. And it almost directly coincided with the 20th birthday of Nirvana's Nevermind. A movement which oddly enough is amorphous, has no leaders, and no one to claim as the spokesperson for the new generation. But perhaps these college kids want it that way. As with the punk movement and others before it, the proclamation has always been "kill your idols". Or have none to begin with. It makes sense, for idols always fail us. One thing is for certain, though. The phrase "Mic check!" is no longer a mindless hip-hop slogan.

Of course, the question is, is the OCCUPY movement with us to stay or is it just another flash-in-the-pan phenomenon? Never mind the brutal tactics of the NYPD or its surrogate police departments across the country. Or the relentless media machine led by none other than Rupert MURDERdoch lambasting the movement everyday, calling for pansy third-term Mayor Bloomberg to step in and shut down the encampment at Zuccotti park. Or the skels, drug addicts, rapists, and general provocateurs sent in by the police to divide and conquer. Do these signify a uncertain future for the occupy movement, or is the age-old adage certain, that that which does not kill us will only make us stronger? Two months is certainly not enough time to answer that, but rest assured, with the country and world behind what started out as an idea, it surely has gained enough momentum.

Only one thing is missing from this conglomeration of souls geared toward revolution. The clear absence of music from the 99% bursting upon the scene and dominating the airwaves. Have we gone too far as a nation that we can't overturn pop-culture and its accompanying Fashion Industrial Complex? That popular music must only be arbitrated by the judges of American Idol in order to gain mass appeal? Or do we have to wait four or five years for the 90's revival to take place in the club scene? No one alive during the 60s can forget how music shaped the counterculture in relation to the politics and everything else around them. Without a resultant musical phenomenon, OCCUPY is beyond stale. Its ill-fated. In order to create a successful movement, musically speaking, we're going to have to go far beyond a drum circle and a few random hippies strumming a guitar. We need a musical statement. One that flies in the face of Lady Gaga. One where people tune in and make the phenomenon mainstream. Or leave the occupation and go back home. Its your choice.

O Counter-culture, Where Art Thou?

With the 20th anniversary of Nirvana's Nevermind, writers and social critics are clamoring to pen articles of relevance to grunge/counterculture history. The August 2011 issue of SPIN Magazine includes the best and brightest of alternative rock relating their tales of what the album meant to them back in 1991. So naturally, I thought I might jump on the bandwagon.

In 1991 rock was virtually nonexistent and inaccessible to the public. It was the unofficial death of Heavy Metal and the advent of Pop garbage such as Paula Abdul, MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. I was ten years old and going through my Vanilla Ice phase. The only radio station that mattered to me was Z-100, which was only concerned with top 40 hits. Needless to say, alternative rock had scarce outlets to promote its new acts, with New York being the Pop/dance music capital of the world. I didn't have an inkling of knowledge about Nirvana until early 1992, when a Nevermind poster caught my eye with its infamous naked infant submerged in a pool swimming after a dollar bill. Even still I didn't buy Nevermind as I was a jewboy interested in rap music. Until 1995, when I got sick of the hip-hop world and simultaneously bought Nevermind and In Utero as I was well into my teens and picked up an electric guitar for the first time. Even after Kurt's demise, it opened up my mind to the countercultural aspect of life crucial to my development as an activist and as a human being.

Even now in 2011, I still cling to 90's era politics, music and social commentary for a glimmer of hope that even during a time where music and pop-culture have been obscured by pro-aristocracy, pro-Fashion Industrial Complex in-your-face sloganeering, there are still buds and blossoms of counterculture activity that are still in the birthing stage. It seemed impossible in 1991, during papa Bush's administration when the majority of Americans were rooting for our troops to get Saddam Hussein out of Kuwait. And it seems impossible now, with two wars raging in the middle east and a third one added to the list in Libya by our wonderful Democrat president, all the while with the majority of our country being complacent. Yet there is always an underground culture yearning to burst out into the mainstream and topple the topless Lady Gaga. Only question is, where do we look for such a movement?

Forget the hipsters and their mecca, Williamsburg. Some arrogantly boast and confirm that the hipsters are the new Hippies. And some claim that hipsterdom is a hotbed of radical activity itching towards a modern day revolution. These arbiters of White Upper-Middle Class TRASH could not be any more wrong. Find me one hipster who does not fawn over Barack Obama's pseudo-intelligence, and I'll sell you the Empire State Building. And give me one indie rock band that doesn't find itself in complete adoration of societal abominations. They are a far cry from hippies, and they are even more far removed from the grunge era. How could you possibly build a countercultural movement on drowsy, Thorazine laden bands such as Deathcab for Cutie and My Morning Jacket? I once encountered a hipster so obsessed with his self-important image that he considered wearing an Operation Desert Storm t-shirt an expression of hipster irony. I parody these cretins in my idea for a faux-indie rock group called Deafening Aesthetic. Trying to fit in tight jeans is easier than trying to fit in in hipster circles.

One day, this mess will clear itself up. And rest assured, one day, hopefully soon, the countercultural sun will shine with brand new ideas on how to deconstruct society. Until that happens, I'll be humming along with The Strokes, asking the question "Is This It?" TO THE BATCAVE, ROBIN!

It's 6PM, and Black Chuck Scarborough is reading the news to America!

Riot At Rapper Drake's South Street Seaport Concert in NYC

THE SHEEPLE RIOT AT SOUTH STREET SEAPORT!!! Am I supposed to be impressed?!! Who the fuck is Drake anyway?!

I have to admit, life in New York had been getting quite dull lately. Every day had been getting to be the same. So I said to myself, "this city needs a good riot". Well, my prayers were sort of answered, though not quite what I expected.

On June 16, rapper Drake had scheduled a free show at South Street Seaport in which tens of thousands of the basest of hip-hop fans had attended. The scheduled concert time arrived and there was no sign of Drake (by the way, does he make coffee cakes?). Time dragged on and finally people started to get rowdy. Chairs were thrown off balconies. People were climbing on top of ticket booths and hanging off of awnings. Police were called in to quell the activities and a riot ensued. Eventually several people were injured and two were arrested. I'd hate to say it, but kudos for the cops! Suffice to say, Drake never showed up. Far be it from a commercial rapper to play a show where money, cash and hoes aren't involved.

These degenerates are the same people who voted for Barack Obama in November 2008 because he is black. These are the same people who still have faith in the government even after eight years of George W. Bush. These are the people that represent the younger generation. They stand for nothing but themselves. Having grown up with these morons, having seen their total lack of moral fiber worse than the 60's generation, my worst nightmare is living to see the day when one of them becomes president. These people think Lady Gaga feuding with Katy Perry is newsworthy. And they consider a cancelled concert a cause for riot. I refuse to associate myself with them anymore. Quite frankly, I have given up trying to influence them and get them interested in my message. They are beyond redemption. If a nuclear bomb were to hit them tomorrow, those caught in the fallout would most likely eat each other in the streets.

I have also given up any hope in a mass movement of truth. Jesus himself said few shall be saved. Forget about influencing the Fashion Industrial Complex. They are completely gone. My message is for the truthseekers, to the people who are completely tired of the bullshit, and that includes people of my generation too, who like me are sick to death of human sheep enforcing a state of ignorance on the populace. I at least have faith that they will come out while the rest of the world goes down. Just have patience, and when the time comes, LET'S RIOT FOR SOMETHING REAL!!! GREECE DID IT!! WHY CAN'T AMERICA????

Are you yuppsters serious?! Are you actually praying for a One-World Government?! Well, HERE IT IS!!

For anyone looking at this photograph, the question arises whether this is a hallucination or reality (Most hipsters are schizophrenic, anyway, so I won't pay any attention to their responses). It appears that the Fashion Industrial Complex is now being in-your-face about what their true intentions are. The NEW WORLD ORDER NYC, a fashion boutique, is not where most people would assume it to be. If someone were to tell me about it, I would automatically assume such a travesty to be located on the Upper East Side, BUT NO, its actual location is on Avenue B and 2nd street. That's right, Alphabet City, the same supposed bastion of non-comformity that saw the Beat Generation, the Punk Movement, and the Tompkins Square Riots. Bygone days are history. In 2010, the ancien regime of the East Village is rapidly fading by the day as the yuppie landscape is ever increasing. Apparently the exponential rent increases are not enough. These specimens are not even ATTEMPTING to preserve the cultural vitality of ABC-land and create somewhat of a tribute to the village of olde, but instead they are brazenly marking their assumed territory and proclaiming the inevitable VENI VIDI VICI (Look it up, this Latin phrase is on your cigarette packs). A few blocks south, on Clinton St., there is also a bar/restaurant called "1492". Innnntressstiinng. They just so happened to choose the year of European Conquest to name a bar in a gentrified neighborhood.

As with anything that the FIC is doing, I am most certainly confused, and no doubt have many questions which I doubt would be answered by the Hoi Polloi of this NWO fashion boutique. Exactly what are their intentions for naming this outlet after such an abomination which is NEW WORLD ORDER? Are they being flippant? Is this yet another pathetic attempt at hipster irony? Or perhaps this is a beyond arrogant slap in the face to all the old time village residents who clearly did not stand for New World Order but unfortunately saw their beloved movement and community fall to gentrification. Whatever it is, this is beyond a shadow of a doubt an eyesore and I cannot believe someone would let this go up in the Village, let alone New York City.

The day of reckoning fast approaches for these occupying forces of the counter-culture. Although there doesn't seem to be an end in sight, I remember the story of the Tower of Babel in Genesis. The people kept building and building their hideous tower, thinking that they could soar above the clouds and into space, and then without warning God struck it down. I hope that's what will happen to the Fashion Industrial Complex, and to gentrification. Although I wonder, even if that happens, will the sheeple still not get it?

Clique Warfare: Re-ordering the US Populace

I would also prefer to entitle this post "The Evolution of Cliques". The Illuminati wanted to create an image of itself so badly that they made clique warfare. Beginning with the nuclear family, cliques were designed to be microcosms of secret societies in the way that they operate. The hierarchical structure of the divide and conquer scheme is as follows from top to bottom: Secret societies, religions, nations, states, cities, tribes, families, families to cliques. Cliques are the most dangerous because even though they are the smallest form of Divide and Conquer strategy, it is the most prevalent strategy in all groups, circles, and infrastructures. Almost every single body of people that starts out with a noble ideal with progressive intentions ends up wearing their idealism thin and succumbing to the C word. Cliques are based on egos, with the superego being conformity. What happens when you have trillions of split atoms? Nuclear fission. What happens when you have millions of divisive factions trying to attain the conformity ideal by forming cliques? Chaos. And under these circumstances chaos is order. NEW WORLD ORDER.

And what does this have to do with the Fashion Industrial Complex? The clique is the centerpiece of FIC conformity, being the end-all be-all school of thought the pop culture addicts adhere to. As with any body of power or dictatorship which swears by uniformity in thought, their desire is to wipe out any form of opposition to the norm. While putting out the facade that there is no form of manipulation, the devices of clique warfare are secretive. People that prefer the false security of cliques tend to be brainwashed individuals. They see the glitz and glamour of the mass media and see that as something worth sacrificing their individuality for. They prefer deception over truth. Yet it is all in vain.

To illustrate these points that I am making, I'll point to a few examples I have experienced in my own travels. Just yesterday I was hanging out in a park when I encountered two young twentysomething females. On the surface they seemed to be friendly and worth talking to, but as they grew deeper in conversation (with each other), the further they slipped into the social networking paradigm and unconsciously tried to shut me out of the conversation. Another time I was at a bar when I went outside and approached someone for a cigarette. Again, on the surface they seemed to be friendly and obliged. Yet when I tried to enter their conversation (about nonsense) they screamed "WE'RE NOT TALKING TO YOU!!" Nice, huh?

This is clique warfare. Their tactics are obviously threatening and employed to expel anyone they see as "weird" or "undesirable", putting on two-faced facades for anyone "Unworthy" of penetrating their precious clique. However petty, on a grander scale it leads to violence and war. It must be stopped. The revolution is coming, and the clique warriors will ultimately be left behind.