Monday, July 21, 2014

third ways

text by cathy aragon

illustrations provided by penmarq studios






here are the vote totals, per wikipedia, of the 2012 presidential election in the united states.

obama - 65,915,796

romney - 60,933.500

Gary Johnson (Libertarian) – 1,115,886

Jill Stein (Green) – 404,901

Virgil Goode (Constitution) – 114,143

Roseanne Barr (Peace & Freedom) – 49,388


Rocky Anderson (Justice) – 35,699

Tom Hoefling (America’s Party) – 28,590

Randall Terry (Independent) – 12,895

Richard Duncan (Independent) – 12,108



Peta Lindsay (PSL) – 7,071

None of these Candidates – 5,753

Chuck Baldwin (Kansas Reform) – 4,704

Tom Stevens (Objectivist) – 4,013


Steven Alexander (Socialist) – 3,023

Will Christensen (Oregon Constitution) – 3,915

James Harris (Socialist Workers) – 3,432

Jim Carlson (Minnesota Grassroots) – 3,171


Merlin Miller (American Third Position) – 2,603

Sheila “Sam” Tittle (We The People) – 2,479



Jill Reed (Twelve Visions Party) – 2,373

Gloria La Riva (PSL) – 1,524


Jerry Litzel (Independent) – 1,196

Jerry White (Socialist Equality) – 1,133

Dean Morstad (Constitutional) – 1,108

Barbara Dale Washer (Mississippi Reform) – 955


Jeff Boss (Independent) – 888

Andre Barnett (Reform) – 795


Lowell “Jack” Fellure (Prohibition) – 503

as you see, the candidate of the prohibition party finished last. the prohibition party was a force in american politics in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries and is credited with getting the ill-fated eighteenth amendment passed.

next to last was the candidate of the reform party, the party formed by ross perot in 1992. perot himself got 19% of the popular vote in 1992 and 8% in 1996.


third from the bottom was jeff boss, a conspiracy theorist who believes the 911 attacks were implemented by the national security agency.

what would it take to do even worse than these?

two parties which do not appear on the above list, probably because they did not field candidates and do not exist are:

a feminist or womens separatist party

and a world government party

if you google "womens separatist" or "world government" you will find entries but no sign of any existing political parties putting up candidates. there was apparently a world government party in the united kingdom in the middle of the twentieth century.


could either of these, if they existed, do better than the prohibition party?

neither could plausibly assert, if they ran candidates, that they could achieve their objectives overnight, even if they won.

but they could at least make womens separatism or world government stated long term goals, to be implemented as much as practically possible.

in the case of world government , the candidate could pledge to ask congress to pass an amendment ceding all federal power to the united nations and inviting all other countries to do the same.


for womens separatism, the candidate could propose that certain areas of the country - perhaps an area in each one of the fifty states - be set aside as self-governing states for women only, and men kept out, with the areas to be expanded as they filled up.

how enthusiastically would such proposals be welcomed by the american electorate?

estimate that between 140 million and 150 million votes will be cast in the 2016 election.

could either the projected world government or womens party get 1000 votes ?

could they get 500?

could they get 100?

***



Tuesday, July 8, 2014

juan gonzalez

anonymous

english version by dylan carnsworth

illustrations by konrad kraus and jacqueline le mot






they came for juan gonzalez in the night

they surrounded the village at dusk

they came with their guns

they came with their ropes

they came with their dogs

they waited for nightfall and they entered the village

juan gonzalez was not afraid

he had never been afraid

he had taught the people not to be afraid

not to be afraid for him

and not to be afraid for themselves

when they came

with their guns and their dogs

juan gonzalez was ready for them

he was ready for them with the truth

he knew they could take him away

because they could not take the truth away

they had come for juan gonzalez before

in the places where he had told the truth

he had escaped

but this time there was no escape

juan gonzalez had been betrayed

this time they knew

they knew where to find him

they came with all their force

all their guns

all their ropes and chains

all their dogs

and their tanks

they surrounded the village

when darkness fell they began to enter the village

juan gonzalez came out to meet them

and they took him away

but they left the truth behind

they came with their guns

they came with their dogs

they came with their ropes and chains

this is how they come

this is what they do

they came for juan gonzalez



Thursday, May 8, 2014

eviction

by sutcliffe lovingood

illustrations by konrad kraus and danny delacroix






tony didn't look like an assassin, especially not like an assassin who killed a whole lot of people, but he was one.

he was average size, skinny, but kind of mean looking. and he looked impatient, like he couldn't believe how stupid people were.

i first saw tony when me and my mom and my brother joey and my sister jocelyn got evicted.

it was a bright sunny day. we had everything in one big suitcase. mom was dragging it along the sidewalk and the wheels on it were squeaking.

the bus pulled up beside us and stopped.

tony was driving. he got off the bus and looked at us and the suitcase. he didn't ask us if we wanted to get on the bus.


"that suitcase is going to have to go in the luggage compartment," he told mom. he started to open the luggage compartment door on the side of the bus.

"uh - maybe we could just not get on the bus?" mom asked him.

"lady, are you serious? you just got evicted, right?"

"yes, we did."

"are these your kids?"

"yes."

"all three of them?"


"yes, all three of them."

tony shook his head. "just get on the bus. you know the rules."

"they are kind of new rules."

"so what? they are still the rules."

"come on, mom," jocelyn told her, "there's no sense arguing." jocelyn never liked mom to embarrass her.

joey didn't either. i never let it bother me much.

we got on the bus. there were four or five other people scattered around the bus. none of them were sitting together.


it was kind of dark on the bus. the windows were not completely tinted, but it was dark.

tony got on, got behind the wheel and we started off.

we went directly into the tunnel.

so this was it - the end. i didn't know how long the ride would be but i knew we would be killed when it ended. that was just how it would be.

i felt sad. i was sitting by myself looking out the window. mom and jocelyn were in the seats opposite me but the rows of seats were staggered so they were actually a little behind me.


joey was somewhere else. probably behind me, but maybe in front. i couldn't tell, because the seats were so high.

nobody spoke. not us, or the other people on the bus.

i guess we were all sad because we were going to die at the end of the ride.

why didn't i run when i had the chance? when tony was putting the suitcase in the baggage compartment i could have run and he might not even have noticed.

i decided to try to slip away when we got off the bus. maybe nobody would notice.


it would be a long walk back to the city, even if i could get away.

a really long walk.

because the bus just kept going and going. out of a tunnel, into a tunnel. out of a tunnel, into a tunnel.

when we were out of a tunnel there was nothing much to see, just flat land. no houses or buildings or trees or anything that i could see.

i thought maybe it was "farm land". i didn't really know what "farm land" looked like.

i didn't see any cows or sheep or pigs.


jeez louise, we just kept going and going. how was i ever going to walk back?

maybe someone would come along in a car and i could thumb a ride?

but they would be just as likely to turn me in as drive me back to the city.

i would worry about that later.

i decided to definitely make a break for it. no matter how long the walk was. what did i have to lose?

but first i would tell mom i was going so she would be cool about it and not be asking where i was.

that was the plan.


finally we stopped. there was a gas station, a few old buildings. you wouldn't exactly call it a town.

the building we pulled up beside looked kind of like a church. it was white.

we all got off the bus. tony came back down the aisle and made sure everybody got off.

when we got outside everybody gathered around tony. he and mom seemed to be having some kind of conversation. i realized there was no way i could tell mom i was going without tony hearing.

so i just slipped away. i felt bad about not saying goodbye to mom and jocelyn and joey.


i didn't look back. i started back down the road the bus had come on.

i kept walking. and walking. i didn't hear anything behind me.

maybe i was safe. maybe nobody noticed me.

finally i heard something. it sounded like gunfire. i figured tony or somebody else was probably shooting everybody that had been on the bus.

i kept walking. i finally saw somebody up ahead.

it was four girls. they were a little older than me. they were all chattering and laughing together, not walking all that fast.


when i came up behind them they just glanced at me and didn't say anything.

i saw they all had fat asses. the fat ass sisters, i thought.

i decided not to say anything to them either, and just passed them by.

i was walking a lot faster than they were and after a while i looked back and i couldn't see them.

it started to get dark. i didn't know how much farther i had to go.

then i heard a car behind me.


i started to step off the road - darn it, i thought, i should have been walking beside the road instead of right on it - but it was too late.

the headlights caught me and i stopped.

the car stopped and a guy got out. i thought it was tony.

it wasn't tony, but he looked like him. maybe he was his brother.

"you're not tony, " i said.

"no, i'm terry. get in the car." he didn't seem angry or pissed off. "i don't know what you thought you were doing."

i walked around and got in the front passenger seat. terry got back behind the wheel and started the car .


to my surprise, he didn't turn around but kept going toward the city.

"i asked, " did you see those four girls?" i don't know why i said it - just to be saying something, i guess. as soon as i did i wished i hadn't.

"what! no, i didn't see any girls. where were they?"

"just walking along."

"ahead of you?'

"they were, but i passed them."

"fuck!" he stopped the car. then he made a u-turn, back away from the city.


we drove along slowly. i kept my mouth shut. terry was scanning the sides of the road.

"what side were they on?"

"just kind of in the middle of the road."

"fuck!"

we drove along. it got completely dark.

"there's something!" he said. i looked and saw a little light in the field on one side of the road.

terry stopped the car. i didn't say anything. i thought maybe i could try to escape again.

terry took a gun out of the gun compartment. i don't know what kind it was - i don't know anything about guns.

he pointed it at me. "get out. walk ahead of me."

we got out and walked into the field, toward the light.


we got closer. the four fat ass sisters were sitting around a little fire. two of them were sitting on a wooden board, the other two on the ground.

one of them was holding a stick over the little fire. it had something on it - a marshmallow?

another had something bigger on a stick - it looked like a little bird or animal. smoke was drifting off it.

all four had cans in front of them, of beer, or mountain dew, or whatever.

"hey terry, what's up?" said the one with the marshmallow.


he pointed the gun at them. "what do you think is up? what are you sluts trying to pull?"

"calm down," one of the two sitting on the board told him. one or two others laughed.

"if it wasn't for this little lady here, you might have got away with it."

for the first time they seemed to notice me. they started screaming - at me, not him.

"who the fuck are you?"

"you stupid little cunt!"

"we'll see you in hell, you little bitch!"

"we're the devil's daughters, and we'll fix your skinny ass!"


terry started shooting them. four shots, one in each of their foreheads. it took about two seconds.

they were all sprawled on the ground around the fire. they looked deader than pieces of peanut butter fudge.

"what a fucking mess! now i'll have to come back and clean it up." terry kicked at the fire, and then kicked one of the bodies.

"that was pretty efficient," i said.

"it should be, i've doing this shit long enough. come on, let's go."


we got back in the car. terry didn't put the gun back in the glove compartment but on top of the dashboard to the left of the steering wheel. he turned the car back around toward the city.

"where are we going?'" i asked him.

"i got something to do. what do you care?"

i didn't answer. we headed back towards the city, real fast this time.

before we got there he turned off a side road, that i hadn't even seen.

we drove about two miles.


we came to a gas station and pulled in. there was a diner beside it. it wasn't a mcdonalds or arby's or anything, just a diner. there wasn't even a sign outside, at least not one i could see in the dark.

terry got out . he took the gun off the dashboard and stuck it in his belt. i got out too, even though he hadn't told me to.

i followed him into the diner. it was pretty dimly lit. there were no customers. there was a fat person behind the counter. i couldn't tell if it was a guy, or a woman with short hair.


"coffee," said terry, as he sat down on a stool. "and a cheeseburger." he turned to me. "you want a burger, too?"

"yes, please," i answered. "just a burger, no cheese. but onions, if you've got them. and do you have fries?," i asked the fat person.

terry started to laugh. "did you hear that? she wants fries. do you want a cherry on top of it, too?"

"fries are only seventy-five cents extra," said the fat person. i could tell from the voice it was a woman.

"sure, give her some fries. but no cherry." terry took his phone out of his pocket and started checking his messages.

"do you have ketchup?" i asked the woman, as she turned toward the grill.

"yeah, right down on the counter there. see it?"

***


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

wild women

text by cathy aragon

illustrations provided by penmarq studios






x, b, and s9 were on their way back to their work station from lunch when they saw a story on an overhead monitor about some wild women who had been discovered on an island in the middle of the ocean.

as they had plenty of time before they were due back, they stopped and watched it for a while.

there were shots of the wild women being led into a processing center in singapore after their flight from easter island, where they had been first taken after their capture.

one of them was struggling against the officers and had to be forcibly carried into the building, but the others - five or six of them - allowed themselves to be escorted without offering any resistance.

none of them looked directly at the cameras so it was difficult to see their faces.

x, b and s9 had never seen anything like them before.

they were dressed in standard issue yellow clothing, and as two or three of them were quite large the clothing was tight on their curiously misshapen bodies.

all had some sort of fibers growing directly out of their heads, and large lumps on the front of their bodies. several also had large protuberances directly beneath their spines.

later that week, when x returned home from work, the story was being updated.

the women had been successfully assimilated, but the authorities had had some difficulty in finding something to occupy their days.

food was not an issue, as they ate and drank everything put before them without complaint.

they had been given exercise machines and weights and ping pong tables and offered cooking and weaving classes, but they showed little interest in these things, and spent most of their waking hours singing the blues.