Depth Squad Distro writes
Breaking the Leash
A Surrealist Statemet Against Torturocracy
on the Occasion of the Imperial Coronation of George W. Bush

Of the dungeons there had been strange things narrated—fables, I had always
deemed them—but yet strange, and too ghastly to repeat, save in a whisper.

                        —Edgar Allan Poe, “The Pit and the Pendulum”

In general, surrealists tend to ignore the hubris, ignorance, and narcissism of the electioneering so adored by the war-addicted Democratic-Republican axis of elites. Yet, in the 1947 tract Freedom is a Vietnamese Word (later republished in the pages of the anarchist newspaper Le Libertaire), surrealists in Paris singled out a specific French governmental cabinet’s newly-minted colonial war in southeast Asia: “Surrealism can only be against a regime whose members stand together behind a blood-stained disgrace as though it represents a joyful awakening.” All governments are equally reprehensible, but any one that can so easily “collapse into the mire of compromise and extortion can be nothing but the calculated prelude to the establishment of a new totalitarianism,” the tract explained. We were reminded of this when the Democratic Party convened in Boston in July, and again as the Republican Party bosses, their underlings, and their henchmen gather in New York City. In both instances, the party apparatuses happily stand together behind the bloody crimes of mass murder and torture in US-controlled Afghanistan and Iraq. We shudder to think about their next petro-imperialist crimewave against humanity which will be shrouded in the red, white and blue banners of this racist Christian civilization.

"An Artist Under Occupation:


Gaza Stripped"


Eric Drooker,
Counterpunch

It was simultaneously a very good thing, and a very bad thing.

Neither Susan nor I expected to be allowed to enter Gaza in the first place. All of our Palestinian friends told us it was impossible and, at any rate, too dangerous these days....

But here we were, walking through the goddamn check point, with a two hundred pound suitcase full of acrylic paint and two dozen brushes. Pleasantly surprised to be entering the Gaza Strip, on a hot mid-east morning, our euphoria proved to be as short lived as water on desert sand.

Oh shit...we're entering Gaza.