TDCJ’s Conspiracy to Assassinate Julio A. “Comrade Z” Zuniga


Mongoose Distro,

This is to inform everyone in TDCJ and abroad that the Texas Dept. of Criminal Justice has set me up to be “burned alive” in my cell on B-Line 2-Row 15-Cell on Sunday the 22nd. I was already aware of the setup. I had played into it militantly and without hesitation to show proof to the entire world that the deep corruption runs all the way up the ladder and with every bit of skill and counter-surveillance, I survived the assassination attempt by State officials: Bobby Lumpkin, Bryan Collier, Bruce Armstrong, Angela Chevalier, Bridgette Hayes, Willie Ratliffe, Deward Demoss, Tia Bey, Timothy Williams, Patty Polk, Marcus Cooper, Fredrick Gooden, Lt. Oki and more. I am being held in solitary with no property, no hygience, no access to court, no access to psyche, or to any family to report this. They all did not expect me to survive, yet I did. The reason for the assassination attempt is because I am a legitimate threat. Even the Christian community took part in this attempted murder by arson on Memorial Unit.

I will more than likely be moved. Please notify my attorney, Mark Morales (, about your thoughts on me, “Comrade Z”, the assassination attempt, and what he plans to do about it.

I am recovering from a very intense and elaborate setup by staff and inmates to discredit and kill a free-thinker, anarchist, abolitionist, by cooperating with their oppressors.

Solidarity and Sabotage,


Julio A Zuniga 1961551

Memorial Unit

59 Darrington Road

Rosharon, TX 77583

Read ‘After the Revolution’ (and other messages from Dan Baker) June 2022

I recently read “The Nation on No Map” by William C. Anderson and recommended this book to everyone I can reach, which is somewhat limited in prison. I am now reading
“After the Revolution”, a novel by Robert Evans. “The Nation on No Map” is probably the best non-fiction book I’ve read since going to prison, and “After the Revolution” is now the best novel I’ve read. The author has front line experience as a war correspondent and this shows in the skillful storytelling. Being a combat veteran I am deeply moved by this book. More importantly than the realistic descriptions of humanity’s violence is the prophetic prediction of the life cycle of the United States government.

Before white colonists came to North America there were nations of Indigenous people here. Columbus raped them and so did British colonists. After slave owners rebelled against the British colonialists the United Sates government was born on the backs of African and Irish slaves, then immigrants from all over the world. This country has been the battlefield of Revolutionary War, Civil War, a War with Mexico, a war with Spain, and an ongoing war against slave uprisings and the present day war against the working class wage slaves. My point is that America is a battlefield. In reality the entire world is a battlefield. The misconception that North America will not be the scene of modern warfare is a gross illusion based on privilege at the expense of the global victims of American imperialism. Many countries are known for some cultural trait, like tea, or spiritual traditions, technology and so on. America is known for guns. Not only is America going to experience civil war, sooner than later, it is inevitable. All things are temporary, this is a fundamental law of physics. This includes governments and nation states. Every country, empire and government has a life cycle. They are born in coups or revolutions and the rise and fall over time. “After the Revolution”, while indulging in science fiction for the entertainment of the reader, accurately describes the process by which the United States will eventually fracture and divide into states resembling European and Middle Eastern countries, each about the size of a current American state. America is already at war within itself, with the police working for the interests of the wealthy ruling class to criminalize race, poverty and pretty much anyone else they can. Charismatic leaders like Donald Trump want the whole pie for themselves and their wealthy heirs, but they will settle for a seceded white nationalist Christian ethno state. Likely candidates for the first to secede include Florida, Trump’s base of racist operations, Texas, who already consider themselves a republic, and Alaska, a state of fiercely independent survivalists.

I’m not just spewing conspiracy theories. In Florida, where I grew up, a
toxic culture of white Christian nationalism exists in coordination with
the descendants of the confederacy of the old south. When they say “the
south shall rise again”, they mean it, and they are willing to fight and
die for that. In Tallahassee, my home for the last decade, I was
approached by Jordan Jereb, leader of a neo nazi gang which has wisely
rebranded itself as “the Republic of Florida”. They pulled up to the
corner where I was begging for my daily bread while homeless and
unemployed, at a Wal-Mart on Tennessee Street, holding a “hungry
veteran” sign. Their offer was food, housing, weapons and training in
exchange for my militant loyalty to their racist organization and
ideology in coordination with members who had already infiltrated local
and federal police and the military. They said, “You look like a
racially aware person, with your shaved head.” I told them to fuck off
of course, but that day I began to receive aggressive attention from the
FBI, Tallahassee Police and the Leon County Sherriff’s department,
specifically a deputy called Larry Folsom, who is widely active in the
Jujitsu, MMA and Judo communities in Tallahassee. The end result of
their campaign of targeted harassment is that I am now sitting in
federal prison. Jordan Jereb bragged about training school shooter
Nicholas Cruz by the way. He also recruits kids at high schools and
middle schools with flyers in plastic bag with candy. I’ve seen them,
they are similar to the flyers he used to distribute at Walmarts around
town until my friends and I organized a town council meeting to put a
stop to this. The flyers ask kids if they feel threatened by people from
other cultures picking on them, and foreigners, and invite them to join
RoF for safety and camaraderie. The reason I bring all this up is
because there are very real organization who are already deeply
supported by so called law enforcement in Florida and Nationwide, who
are actively, openly and covertly working to create white ethno states,
to return to “the good ol’ days” of plantation slavery. These are not
people who will listen to reason. The hippies cannot “hug it out” with
these people. They are very real, they are already here, they are armed
and they are now globally networking with white supremacists, fascists,
racists and far right wing conservatives in Austria, Germany, Italy, the
U.K., Turkey and Russia, to name a few. Some of them have infiltrated
the YPG international, like Ryan Patrick Kasperik. The danger is real.

We have been warned by authors like Robert Evans. In dystopian,
authoritarian police states like the United States it is dangerous to
even write truths like this, but a medium that is available for many is
fiction, where dangerous truths can be shared with less violent response
from the cops. We live in a time when the prophets of the new age
include Robert Evans, Margaret Atwood, with her Handmaid’s Tale’s and
Abdullah Ocalan. The words of these great minds serve as parables and
clear warnings to present and future generations. We know about the
Holocaust, but we are watching another approach us over the top edges of
our smart phones, sinking lower into our seats to just keep scrolling
and swiping. This is not enough for us to be on the correct side of
history, or even to survive long enough to allow truth and freedom to
continue to evolve in the face of regressive forces of domination,
hierarchy and dogmatic mysticism. Please take the time to read these
writers messages to the world. Just because war seems distant in the
Ukraine, Rojava, Syria, Iraq or anywhere besides the U so called United
Sates does not mean that it is happening in a different world. If you
listen closely you can hear the screams of immigrants dying in America,
the sounds of gunfire and artillery in Ukraine, the smell of burning
bodies on the wind from the Middle East. It’s a small world and
America’s sins are coming home sooner than later. My personal ideal is
nonviolence with an emphasis on rescue and healing, but survival may
necessitate a variety of tactics. Listen to the well traveled and well
read, and then become well traveled and well read and realize the
warning signs before it’s too late to fight back. A country built on
slavery will always be that, and the wrong life cannot be lived the
right way. This is the land of the fee and the home of the slave. It
will stay that way until we make something new and better to take its
place. We can and we will. We should not cause the needless loss of life
or instability but when these things come naturally in the course of
nature, beginnings, middles and ends, then we can create something new,
continuing to evolve and refine the application of fairness, equality,
truth, beauty, love and freedom in human global society.

Thank you all again for all of your support. Please reach out to other
political prisoners, like Lore, Jessica Reznicek, Erik King, and the
elders, like the Black Panthers and Leonard Peltier. More and more
people are being rounded up, but we don’t seem to be making the
connection between the American prison industrial plantation and the
German death camps, mainly due to the liberalization of prison culture.
Please reflect deeply on this, and reach out to activists you admire,
and raise awareness in your community. We need your help to get through

Thanks again,
Dan baker
aka Alishare

June 11: “Like Mercury” – Letter for Dan Baker, aka Alishare


Alishare, I heard your message of solidarity, thank you, it gave me strength. I would turn the energy with this open letter, and I hope to kick a brick from the walls. One more time. In a flurry of black feathers and lunar wisdom, a murder of crows delivered your statement and those wily crows told me about your situation in FCI Memphis.

I want to add on to this dialogue and talk about three anarchist comrades imprisoned in Italy. The first is Anna Beniamino who is serving a 17 year sentence for the Scripta Manent case in a high security regime in Rebibbia prison (Rome). The Scripta Manent case involved the arrest of 7 anarchists accused of subversive association with terrorist intent and a series of direct actions claimed by the Informal Anarchist Organization. An absurd farce with obscene conclusions. The second comrade I want to mention is Alfredo Cospito who has been locked up since 2012 for the Adinolfi case for which he was sentenced for nearly 11 years and is now waiting for the confirmation of another sentence of 20 years for the Scripta Manent case. Alfredo was recently struck with the legislature 41 bis, special security regime. Each month, he can only receive either one phone call (10 minutes) or one visit strictly with family members with glass and recorded; he can only walk in the yard with maximum 3 other prisoners previously approved by prison security; he cannot receive books, censorship is applied to his correspondence (number of letters per month is extremely limited), and he has a very limited amount of items which he can keep in his cell. Several international agencies have continuously condemned the 41bis prison regime as torture. The third comrade I want to mention is Juan Sorroche. On the date of the international day of with long-term anarchist prisoners, June the 11th , Juan will face a court hearing in Treviso. Juan is on trial accused of an attack against an office of the Lega Nord political party claimed by the “Cell Haris Hatzimihelakis/Black International (1881/2018)” that happened in August 2018. Juan who was already serving time for other judgements, is now facing a long sentence in this other political trial. Like all the imprisoned anarchists around the world, these three comrades deserve the support and solidarity that the international anarchist movement can give them.

The repression we face is evidence that our struggle has validity, and the enemy is threatened and reactive. Even though we are locked up, our lives continue. Our inner world is still infinitely rich and diverse as we confront our experience. We are part of the same lost continent, and we discover freedom – in our indestructible hearts. Alishare, with our letters, we create an Atlantic bridge where all of us can meet and learn from each other. We anarchists tread the same yards, we hear the same keys and slamming doors, but we discuss, and plan and we don’t give up. Dialogues between us are
important, as needed as those we have with those outside.

I tell you of some of my news. Maybe it is because of the solidarity efforts of comrades outside, but I was able to receive a few letters, postcards, and a book: “Sara – Prison Memoirs of a Kurdish Revolutionary” by Sakine Cansiz. I don’t know who sent me the book but they have my sincere thanks. I received a few letters from Philadelphia ABC sent in the last two months, and a couple of cards from Brighton ABC, and a parcel from NFA ABC in London. That as well as a few other letters, all arrived in the last few days. I still have a lot of correspondence that I have not been given, as well as books. G4S are lying in the face of all this by claiming I have “no mail”, and saying that books are not permitted. In Bristol prison, I was able to receive a copy of “My Pestiferous Life” by Claudio Lavazza before the administration censored my mail. I recommend Claudio’s book, reading it, is like getting a big hug from a dear friend who helped you to escape. Whilst I was in Bristol, comrades from Italy sent me a lunar calendar which was forbidden to me. All anarchists should come to know the pleasure of the Dark Moon. For an alphabet in flames, let the pen reach into the void.

Free Eric King. Free everyone
Toby Shone

What Does Freedom Look Like – by Dan Baker

What Does Freedom Look Like?

By Dan Baker


In order to liberate all beings from suffering we must be able to imagine the goal, in detail, and make adjustments as we work towards freedom. Perhaps this is an eternal process. Maybe the Buddhist philosophy is correct in saying that “everything is the mind.” Each social structure we experiment with is an idea, constantly being guided by compassion and wisdom towards a balance which takes into consideration the herstory of women’s struggle for freedom from housewivisation, and animal’s struggle for liberation from the slaughter of husbandry, both of which started with the domination of plant life in the form of agriculture. The enclosure of formerly free and common land to form private farms, protected with force by armed killers, was the grounds for all of the conflicts and slavery that followed.

In order to create a world in which all beings are free we must picture that world, starting with a single day in the life of a liberated being. What oppresses you today? What would a perfect day look like for you? How does it feel? What do you do? How do you live? Does that lifestyle support freedom for all beings? Does that life coexist peacefully with your neighbors from different cultures? What if “they” practice a diet that offends “your” idea of freedom and peace? What if “your” habits offend “their” ideas of wholesome, family friendly community? How do you live together? Let’s examine my narration of my attempt to imagine a perfect world, free of oppression domination and needless suffering. Then we will put it into practice. We have to fight to get there.

“I wake up slowly, having slept long enough to recover from the previous days activities, as long as it takes. The bedroom is private and my lover is already up. Other rooms are communal – there are options. I enjoy a hot shower then eat leftovers from the group breakfast. There are fruits and cereals, soymilk, almond milk, tea, coffee and sweet breads, fruit juices and coconut milk. Because I tend to sleep in, I help wash the dishes and store uneaten food.

After helping with daily duties, such as cleaning the bathrooms, bedrooms, common areas and classrooms, we discuss plans for the gardens and maintenance projects. Then I go out and help pull weeds, relocate pests and water the companion plantings. After this I work on repairing and building whatever needs done – tools for the garden, housing, transportation, hydro, solar and wind energy harvesting, and moisture farming. Then I go to the medical center, my favorite kind of work.

Transportation is electric or manual, either private bikes, rechargeable scooters and cars and trucks, or public transportation shuttles – whatever is necessary and available. Sometimes we fly, sometimes we roll. Today I feel tired from manual labor in the edible forest so I ride the public shuttle and enjoy the excitement of flying over the lush, green landscape.

On the way to the hospital I drink a sports stimulant soda. It’s very strong, and I am addicted to them, but that’s my choice. I need the energy for work because I’m an afternoon shift emergency medical rescue volunteer, and I can feel the years creeping up on me. I’m my fifties but it’s hard to tell thanks to an otherwise healthy diet, modern medical science, yoga, exercise and martial arts. I always feel conflicted when I reflect on self defense. In a truly ideal world it wouldn’t be necessary, but herstory has shown us that what will not defend itself will not last.

On arriving at work I eat a quick lunch with my team, my appetite being curbed by the stimulants. Together we share bananas, sports drinks, breads, and veggie plates – soups, fried veggie balls in marinara sauce called kafta and stir fried rice with onions, peppers, cauliflower (Hassan, our pilot, says they look like my ears) and mini corn cobs. I pick anxiously at the small portions on my plate. Experience tells me that I’ll be wrist and ankle deep in some poor friend’s body parts within the hour. I hate when I’m right.

As the alarm sounds I think about my lover and feel regret. Is it regret for the separation and danger, or do I secretly love this adventure more than my partner? There’s no time for interpersonal philosophy right now. Someone is bleeding or broken and we are on the way to rescue them.

Everyone on the team drops their utensils on plates and runs to the door, placing food scraps in the compost bin and plates in the next container in smooth, quick motions. We sprint outside, trying to simultaneously tune out and appreciate the cheers of the kids and families who survived previous emergency rescue operations. They line the halls and garden walkways leading to the rescue shuttles. The patients tending the gardens for physical therapy have been intentionally placed on the path to the shuttle pads. Sometimes it cheers me up; sometimes I see the ghosts of people we couldn’t save.

Our datapads are screeching details of the emergency rescue mission on their speakers. The location first, but the map is already showing us routes and details of the site. It’s the victim details that concern us. We exchange startled looks as we load in and clasp the straps, except our team leader, Comrad Diana. She barks orders and we move, prepping stretchers, I.V. bags, blood bags, oxygen masks and burn kits. Everything else we already have staged in our personal vests and go-bags – both draped over the shoulders of our one piece outfits.

We draw strength and courage from her confidence and skill. She preps her own area in the shuttle closest to the drop ramp. She leads by example and we know her first priority is our safety and saving lives. I love her fiercely in a pure way that transcends labels like gender, mother, teacher or leader. Our relationship is professional, functional and inspirational. Diana is my mentor and my friend.

Hassan had the shuttle floating before we arrived on the pad with his datapad’s personal remote controls. Now we are sitting against the walls, facing in, holding our stretchers, contemplating the details of the scene we are approaching. The datapads describe a grim scene – it’s a mass casualty event. Unknown number of victims. Explosions, gunfire and possibly chemical and biological weapons.

“A supplemental community food forest has been attacked by unknown militants, a number and resources unknown, during a field trip, which has placed children on the battlefield. The kids were targeted intentionally by these terrorists. The other belligerents are the anarchist battlefield commune, The People’s Protection Militia and the International Communist Kommandos. Utopia International has been targeted by the fascist Azov Foreign Legion, the French Foreign Legion and the so-called United Islamic Emirates Brotherhood. Any of these could be the enemies today – all of the legions and brotherhoods are professionally trained and well armed forces. Today the anarchists, communists and socialists are aligned with Utopia’s rescue party and the Democratic Confederacy of International Autonomous Zones. Volunteers, proceed with caution.”

The voice pauses and the maps on our datapads zoomed in on the rural area just outside of town. The voice had a sleight slur to it and al isp. We were almost to the drop zone. The shuttle began to rattle and swerve from side to side as Hassan dropped us low. Next to me “Comrad” Ronin laughed. I hate that guy.

“Maybe if we didn’t have retards in dispatch logistics our enemies wouldn’t be so bold to attack our kids!” Ronin shouted over the roaring air as the drop ramp lowered. I snapped.

“Shut the fuck up Ronin! I’ll platform you if you keep insulting disabled comrades! You’re just nervous about this mission so I’ll let it slide! That autistic kid in logistics is twice as smart as you are!”

Ronin laughed again. This is how he deals with stress. It pisses me off but I understand.

Across from me Comrade Avesta threw up on the floor between her feet. Vomit splashed on to her mekap style running shoes, the free shoes Utopia provides to all its community members. She began to shake her head and cry. Ronin shut his mouth and looked down, chastened.

“I can’t do this again!” Avesta cried. “It’s too much!” She jumped in her harness as the distant sounds of explosions became louder, physical sensations of shocking vibrations. Avesta screamed.

“Not again! It’s too soon!”

Below her gloves and above her long sleeves I can see the ripped flesh of scar tissue. Above her collar and below her face mask the scars continued. Tears streamed down her face. She was just coming back to the rescue party after six months of physical and psychological therapy. The enemy, Azov at the time, had targeted us after drawing us into an ambush, using wounded civilians as bait. We all knew she was brave to return at all. It wasn’t my place to tell her what to do – as a woman she fell into Diana’s unit. I was a team leader for men, and all women outrank all men. Diana spoke up.

“Look at me Avesta! Look at me!”

Avesta looked up to her left where Diana sat by the dor. Beyond her the forest burned. The shuttle began to slow.

“It’s too late to go back!” Diana yelled.

Avesta moaned and put her face in her hands.

“Look at me! Now! Listen, you’ve done great work every time we do this! You have to face this! Don’t let them win! You owe it to those kids! You’re luckier than Tim and Rosa were! You owe it to them!”

The shuttle bounced as Hassan brought us to a stop. The red light above Diana turned green. Diana unbuckled and stood up. Outside shouts and screams drifted.

“Let’s go! Follow me!”

Diana and Ronin grabbed their stretcher and dragged it out, the large multi-terrain wheels rolling in the mud and ashes. Large farm houses and clumps of hundred year old oak trees shielded our shuttle. This is the staging area for the wounded. Deeper in the food forest the conflict raged. Rifles, rockets, smoke and gas. Clumps of companion plants had been shaped by the trees before this attack. We were in a plain just behind two mountains. The food forest rested in the valley between the mountains-terraced slopes. One mountain was occupied by the enemies, the valley and the left mountain were occupied by the anarchists and socialists. The communist militia was trying to take the right mountain. Rockets flashed back and forth, tracers snapped back and forth like lasers between every three or four bullets. Rifles and machine guns chattered and thumped like a disjointed beat of a dubstep song.

Avesta and I followed the first team with our stretcher. Behind us Nguyen and Athena compelted our squad. Ahead of us was a circle of pickup trucks covered in home-made plates of armor. Utopia’s strength is in our medical technology and horticultural science, so we don’t have armored war machines. Inside the circle of trucks was a few classes of screaming kids and teens, a handful of wounded soldiers and a row of silent bodies. A few more trucks rotated to the front and returned with more wounded. One came back smoking and exploded just before it reached the staging area. It was terrible. Diana took charge.

“Triage the wounded, kids and worst cases that can survive go back to the shuttle for medevac. Otherwise try to stabilize the rest.” She was already walking past a kid with a bullet hole in his jaw and an exit wound in his throat. She ignored him as he reached out for her and focused on a teen with few gunshot wounds in their limbs and another on their left breast. She slapped a chest seal to the front and back of their torso, over the entry and exit wounds. The chest seals were like big clear stickers. The other lung was already inflating, a conditions called tension pneumothorax, so Ronin stabbed a needle into their chest and now they could relieve air pressure and breathe through the needle. Then Ronin and Diana tied CAT tourniquets to each limb and packed the wounds, then wrapped them in pressure bandages.

Each team went to work like this. The boy with the wounded throat died before we loaded the first round into the shuttle. Diana and Ronin stayed behind with Nguyen and Athena. Once the stretchers were full we carried kids with leg wounds to the open floor spaces. Walking wounded were brought to shuttle seats. We made several trips and Avesta held it together the whole time. Twelve children died.

The anarchists were the first to arrive and fought recklessly, preventing the enemy from taking the food forest. They suffered the most casualties, losing fifteen friends. The People’s Protection Militia arrived second and pinned the fascists to the mountain. After watching to see who would likely win, the communists finally jumped in, dramatically charging up the occupied mountain as the enemy was already retreating. The PPM lost ten friends and the communists lost twelve. Twenty one enemies were killed.

They turned out to be fascists from the Azov Foreign Legion. They are zealous Christian mercenaries. A few were captured. They were ashamed they had killed children but claimed they were “just following orders.”

Back home a communal funeral was held. Coffins were carried through the streets. Tens of thousands lined the roads to the grave yards, openly weeping for the children and cheering for the martyrs and their living comrades. We mourned together. The community made time and space for us to heal and talk about what we saw and did and couldn’t do. We offered each other criticisms, accepted criticisms and offered self-criticisms. Then we made changes to improve.

We ate dinner together in the International Commune and invited the families of the martyrs. I drank homemade wine and smoked hash from our cannabis gardens. One day I might be a parent and I will continue to defend and rescue this Utopia so they can have a place to grow up where our values are truth, beauty, freedom, and goodness.

No idea is worth losing the moral high ground. Dogmatic mysticism, nationalism and tyranny are the enemies of Utopia. Our vision is based on love, with a place for all people regardless of ability, gender, or race. Tonight I sleep with a clean conscience, surrounded by friends.

50 Strategies of Revolution – by Dan Baker

April 2nd, 2022

Modern media portrays anarchists as insane mass murderers. We cannot allow profit driven capitalists to define us – we must engage with the public and define ourselves through direct acts which benefit our communities. Every guerilla insurgency that has failed was isolated and alienated from the very same community they relied on. Spies and undercover cops infiltrated, and continue to sabotage, revolutionary movements. They continue to do so by providing bomb making materials and encouraging passionate activists to go too far. Any direct action worth doing in secret is too dangerous to discuss with even one other person. Everyone has beloved friends, family and even pets and careers, many allies have addictions and health problems, and all these can be used as leverage to turn lovers into informants. Every government in existence regularly abducts and tortures people. The future of kinetic resistance is lonely, but this is only one facet of effective activism.

We should not discourage the brave and passionate. At the same time, we should encourage the cowards and the compassionate. Put suspected informants and spies to work distributing food and planting crops. Never speak of illegal projects with them. The stakes are so high – if we fail to stop racist genocide, profit driven wars, and enslavement of prisoners, and the subjugation of women, foreigners, queer and trans friends, animals and plant life, the climate will change in a dramatic way that we cannot survive. This is an appeal to your self interest, and your concern for your loved ones and neighbors. The so-called “Post Apocalyptic Wasteland” portrayed in media already exists in the Ukraine, in Syria, in Iraq, Palestine and for the poor worldwide – even and especially in the slums and ghettos of the U.$.A.: there are sprawling homeless camps, squatters, refugees, roaming convoys of rubber tramps and more, all escaping large wildfires and posses of violent cops.

So how do we change the world?

There are so many ways to change the world that fill me with hope for the future, humanity and nature. These are listed here and will then be discussed in detail, except where self censorship is practiced to protect friends and avoid further oppression and enslavement at the hands of the state. They go both ways.

Throughout history the demonic power of words have been abused to sow confusion, and hijacked to demand freedom. Religion has also been used to enslave, and to resist colonization. “Magic” rituals have persisted despite inquisitions. The idea of a soul has been colonized to tax believers – and to inspire slaves to demand equality. Ethics and morality have domesticated passionate people. Enslavement and exploitation have followed in the footsteps of animal husbandry and housewivisation to selectively breed physical and psychological traits of obedience to domination in men, women and so-called livestock. The concept of acquiring skills has been totally denigrated by the image of mastery, the submission to authority, the division of labor and hyper specialization of skills. We have psychological separated ourselves from reality by calling humans “people” and all other life “nature.” Cities corral a work force but also provide sanctuaries of social development and rebellion. Vices destroy health and fund revolutions. Drugs are used as leverage, but can heal, and enhance the performance of athletes. Prostitution can be criminalized, be degrading under pimps, or it can be liberating for self-employed sex workers while dismantling illusions of hetero-normative village structures that are perpetuated by zealots of the mythological god of Abraham. Renunciation has both put people in workhouses and provided another way for oppressed women, asexual people and the poor to reject capitalism. Begging also humiliates the poor – and highlights a peaceful way to refuse the accumulation of material possessions.  For the proud robbery, especially of the rich, has long been an equalizing force that strikes fear into the hearts of the greedy, but the rich also rob the poor. The creation of oases in the midst of dystopian police states give hope to children, adults and the elderly while providing protected sanctuary for animals and sick, injured and homeless people. Guerilla gardens, cultivated in urban areas, provide food in nutrition deserts, without asking the state for permission. We can study the successes and failures of personalities like Ghandi, Che Guevara, Mother Theresa, Mao Zedong, Abdullah Ocalan, Nesrin Abdullah, Emma Goldman, Lucy Parsons, Voltarine deClayre, John Brown, Malcolm X, Huey Newton, Martin Luther King Jr. and Angela Davis – and then imitate and modernize their strategies.

We have seen missionaries operate as the vanguard of colonial expansion – and as medics. Hare Krishnas and Catholics collect information for various nation states but have also supported alternative options for people stuck in poverty, and workers’ rights organizations have sprung up from these misguided religions. The nihilist perspective can encourage people to resist even in the face of seeming hopelessness. Indigenous peoples have spearheaded resistance in northern and southern hemispheres worldwide while modernizing their struggle and preserving their culture. Musicians and artists preserve the spirit of ages of activism, providing beautiful and emotional expressions of the triumphs and traumas we witness and experience. People share their homes with modern underground railroads, providing safe houses, transportation, disguises and a stable supply of nutrients for abused women, refugees, freedom fighters and falsely accused people and political prisoners on the run from fascist slave catchers and death squads. Groups like the Animal and Earth Liberation Fronts (ALF & ELF) actively sabotage and destroy property that is used to destroy ecosystems and kill plants and animals.

So-called vagrants renounce mainstream society without selling out to religious power structure, living a full time life of protest, in groups like the Rainbow Gathering. Smugglers and drug dealers undermine capitalism by creating their own economies – ironically by imitating the dirty cops who criminalize them. The cultivation of so-called illegal plants, specifically psychedelics like cannabis, DMT, peyote and mushrooms, help people overcome addiction, trauma, fear of death and mental illness, especially the lies of profit driven economies, religions and hierarchical power structures. Party culture has a similar effect, to a lesser extent.

The use of birth control and contraceptives allows women to have bodily autonomy and helps the poor and working class to influence the population of workers available to the manipulative ruling class, which allows us to demand higher wages and better living conditions, along with reimbursement for transportation to and form work, medical care, housing and education. Conversely the Irish Catholics have weaponized their ban on birth control to increase their numbers to better combat Protestants who are sympathetic to oppressive, racist British colonizers. Rioting and the destruction of property has been a leveling practice employed by the poor and marginalized to redistribute direly needed resources back to the communities who produced them.

Armed patrols of areas, communities, nature preserves and territories empower people to protect themselves, endangered species and their homes and gardens. By crossing borders, traveling and connecting with so-called foreigners worldwide in person and online we live as one family, without borders and imaginary divisions which are used to divide and dominate us. Destroying all barriers, walls, fences, enclosures and hedges is not only a powerful mindset and life’s task, it is our moral obligation to humanity, and it can be done digitally and physically.

Protests and strikes, at work and at home, regarding women’s unpaid housework and emotional and sexual labor, are devastatingly effective, and force the ruling class and their enforcers to come to the negotiation table or face the loss of their precision profits and luxuries, which rightfully belong to the workers. Sex is both an intimate pledge between lovers, partners and parents, and a perfectly normal and healthy past time for consenting single adults, which dispels stress, myths and prejudices by awakening natural and primal urges that contradict bigotry and racism.

Disregarding gender norms loosens the grip and influence of the patriarchy and helps people to explore aspects of themselves that they previously rejected due to gender identity, like flexibility and emotional intelligence in men and strength and aggression in women, as well as people who experience, or don’t experience, gender in unique ways.

Heresy can be practiced to disprove the wrath of mythological deities and to expose the tyranny of so-called religious leaders, who are the only real source of “divine” retribution.

Humor and satire are very effective weapons for activists, because any tyrant who cannot be mocked has become far too powerful to remain, and all leaders must be thoroughly and daily criticized in order to prevent them from accumulating more power than the weakest member of their community.

Rudeness must also be welded against those who have come to power by counting on the polite nature of communities who fail to mock their ridiculous and irrational claims, such as the authority and divinity of any scripture.

As debt is again criminalized we see students and other weaponizing debt by refusing to pay for student loans and then demanding loan debt forgiveness, effectively attacking loan sharks and socializing higher education.

Occupying spaces, like squatting, is a crime of necessity, which allows the displaced to politicize their poverty and transform suffering into a form of protest that forces the wage slaves, drones and enforcers of class division to be aware of, and interact with, the homeless they try to ignore.

Physical fitness, exercise, yoga, martial arts and a healthy diet and lifestyle help to strengthen, empower, unite and make people happy, while opening peoples minds and lowering resistance to new ideas and ways of thinking – racists and fascists regularly occupy and recruit at gyms so we should do the same.

Social medias are another crucial aspect to modern activism and must be utilized and occupied to reach hearts and minds.

Learning multiple languages to fluency is a fundamental part of building international communities and movements. Communication is the most important step when moving towards any ideal in practical ways.

Offering self criticism to a core group of close friends, every day, is one of the most effective forms of self development and personal growth, as much as offering and receiving criticisms, without arguments, is a necessary process for team building.

Finally, the making of self fulfilling prophecies, vows and predictions has been shown to be a way of planting seeds than can bear fruit long after we are gone.

This work will be dynamic, changing over time and in response to input, questions and criticisms. Please send letters to discuss these topics with me, and practice and bring up these subjects in your community, except for any which are illegal. Any activism too dangerous to discuss with others should be kept to oneself.

Understand that this work is being closely monitored by fascist enforcers of class division and oppression. We live in a time and place where ideas and words have been criminalized by hypocrites who claim they occupy the moral high ground. Even reading this could be a “crime.”

I write this from prison, sitting in ac ell, having been falsely charged and then convicted of a crime I did not commit. What more can they do to me? They can take my life, but a life of slavery, based on myths and lies, in subjugation, where my existence is criminalized and I am ritualistically humiliated by strip searches, this is not a life worth living. Any one of you can also be targeted at any time, for standing up for civil rights, for the hungry, the poor and the homeless. Based on the fact of real tyranny, right here, right now, we truly have nothing to lose.

Please know that I am not suicidal or planning to disappear when I get out of prison. If I die or come up missing know that it was the work of the state or their lap dogs. I plan to live a long, happy life, in my community, free. Together we will build a better world where all are happy and free!