Monday, July 14th, 2025

Monday, July 14th, 2025

Bend, Oregon

United Hates Of America.

The rebellion has begun.

The great war is pending.

They struck first,

Over and over again.

For centuries,

They silenced us.

They poisoned us.

They lied to us.

They filled their pockets with money.

They bought power.

They stepped on our rotting corpses,

To build their empire,

So they could touch the sky

Before they die.

They controlled the media

They manipulated us;

Drugged us;

Divided us;

Turned our art into a product.

They groomed us,

And gaslit us,

For so long.

Too long.

But finally,

Fucking finally,

A spark of a rebellion 

Has caught,

And we have momentum.

We have a chance.

We have an opportunity here.

We can divorce this corporate state.

We can fight back.

They have a big stick,

But we have: 

Art,

And music,

And passion,

And pain.

We know that this world has to change.

We know most of what we see is on a stage.

I can’t get two things out of my head this week

The first is,

“Under capitalism, art becomes reduced to a rigid and commercialized form because the anarchic market dictates what is art, and what art can be sold on the market for profit. Art becomes fetishised into a product and nothing else.”

The second is, 

“The real superpower of this era isn’t strength, courage, intelligence or empathy, but the elegant avoidance of anything that might unsettle us.”

The elegant avoidance of anything that might unsettle us . . .

The elegant avoidance of anything that might unsettle us . . .

This week I will rebel. 

And this week I will face a few of the unsettling things that I’ve been avoiding. 

Monday, July 14th, 2020

Bend, Oregon,

United Hates Of America.

This is day one.

This is the day that

The rebellion has begun.

-CH 7/16/25