~The Red Menace~

Radical Feminist, Anarcha-Socialist, Lezbian Queer Dyke Cunt Lover, Secular Humanist, Activist Social Change Agent, Mestiza-Classed, Community Builder, RED MENACE!!


I'm a Public Leader, Community Organizer, and Community Builder. And I'm also an Anarcha-Socialist who fights to eliminate capitalism and other political, social, and economic hierarchies to create a society without institutions where all people have equal access to knowledge and production, emphasizes trade unions and decentralized methods of direct democracy, and finds any institutional form to be abusive. And I'm a Radical Feminist who believes the cause of women's oppression to be within patriarchy and the cause of all oppression to be in the mimicked hierarchical structures such as capitalism and amerikkkanism and globalism and colonialism and imperialism and jesusgodism which means society needs to be recreated and not changed cuz change just rearranges the same shit in a different order. And I'm a Secular Humanist who believes we got ourselves into this mess and can only rely on ourselves to get the hell out. And I'm Mestiza-Classed: the educated working-class wonder! And a Lezbian Queer Dyke Cunt Lover. An active activist social change agent iconoclastic catalyst. A VOICE with capital letters that stand tall and out and above and are heard and seen...always an outspoken mouth on the pretty face of the strong head of an independent woman. I'm an individual within the collective. And a Revolution! I'm a ReVoLuTiOn! and revolutionizer. A riotous redhead. THE Red Menace!





Tuesday, February 2, 2010

"Elephant Poem" ~Judy Grahn

Suppose you have an elephant
with a 56 millimeter trunk
and say he's
      tearing up the jungle
(say you think he's drunk
or crazy)
How're you going to bring that elephant down?
lion can't
bear could but don't want to
and the panther's too small for that job.

Then suppose you have an elephant
with a million millimeter trunk
and his jungle is the whole green world?
(and drunk
and crazy)
you see the problem.
                  one more word
about elephants
No matter how hard they try
elephants cannot pick their noses
any more than bankers can hand out money
or police put away their pistols
or politicians get right with God.

a sty
in the elephant's eye
ain't nothing
but a fly in his nose
is a serious if not fatal condition

when the fly
gets into that nostril
it begins to swell
and stay closed
he can't smell can't drink can't think
can't get one up
on anybody
he begins to regret
all that flabby ammunition
hanging on him
he begins to wish
he'd been a little more bare-faced
like an ape or a fish
all those passageways
he needs to feed himself
tied up

ELEPHANT TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
by a fly
a million flies
outweigh a trunk
a tank
a bank
a million flies
outthink a pile of IBM
junk

we must be wise
to the elephant's lies
you may think we should try
to sober him up
but the trouble isn't that he's drunk
the trouble is
that he's an elephant
with a multi-millimeter trunk
who believes the world is his jungle
and until he dies
he grows and grows

we must be flies
in the elephant's nose
ready to carry on
in every town
you know there are butterflies
there are horse flies and house flies
blue flies, shoo flies and it's-not-
true flies
then there are may flies and wood flies
but I'm talking about
can flies and do flies
bottle flies, rock flies and sock flies
dragonflies and fireflies
in the elephant's nose
ready to carry on
til he goes down
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