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Discordian Calendars for 03186 (2020)

Is this the last of us? Everywhere a fearing of the end. Of what? Whom? Narcissistic self-indulgent ideations! Are we so important? Are we the only ones? The first? The last? What is this the end of? Taking to sides, howling mad-dogs chomping at the air in desperation, longing to bite the bones of imagined bounties. Have we ever not feared death? Have we ever not seen it so real in front of us? The ancient heaps of stone, rubble that they are, stand in testament — to what shall never be remembered, but to us? to our stubborn refusal in the face of unrelenting time? We forgot ourselves, inventing gods and aliens and others, or the dull pseudo-science of the copper chisel. Anywhere an apocalypse looms, we shudder and lash out. Anywhere a cataclysm happens, we join together and carry on. Is this the last of us? Nay, soon it shall be the best of us, the worst of us, the continuation of us. Already the heaps of stone stand waiting for Ozymandias to despair.

When the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we’ll see. If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall or the mountains should crumble to the sea. Whenever you’re in trouble, fnord by me.

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Discordian Calendars for 03185 (2019)

The League of Question, the latest album from the The Crypt-Kicker Five. A new old soundtrack for a new old age. Thirteen dead drummers dangling from morbid marionette machinery. Infinite infernal instruments, cackling a cacophonous calypso of cannibalistic cuisine. A private whispering of words never spoken in a language never known. Running blind, screaming deaf, scalding numb, balancing vertigo, nauseating hunger. The bleeding resurrection of rock and roll from the regression to rebellion that refuses to reside in repeats and replays. For the jam session on the road to Mars travelled only by the agreed-upon owners of socially-constructed currencies. Failure by fiat. Frigid by function. Follower by fashion. Filled by futility. Fucked by the future.

A holyday not found on any calendar. A calendar not found on any planet. A planet not found in any universe. A universe not found in any imagination. An imagination not found.

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Discordian Calendars for 03184 (2018)

A fresh sense of urgency. A human chain of left-ward force. This loose affiliation of energized radicals has shown no qualms about using their fists.

Speech is a form of action: when it harms others, it is abuse and oppression.

Ideologies cannot be reasoned with and must be physically resisted. Is it more dangerous to do nothing and tolerate them, or should we confront them? Their existence itself is violent and dangerous, using force or violence to oppose them is not unethical.

The ascendant new is coming into your town with hate. The essence of their message is violence. They don’t care if you’re quiet, you’re peaceful. You need violence to protect nonviolence.

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