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The War on Drugs is not metaphorical, and actually consists of a set of undeclared conflicts fought domestically by the police against the general population and its irregular fighters, and internationally by US intelligence services in conjunction with the various fascist dictatorships that the US establishes and maintains around the world.
#racismo#uspolitics#AmericanFascism#Duopoly#PoliceState#wod#warondrugsisafailure#thewarondrugs#USHegemony#americanhistory#USEmpire#US Authoritarianism#USAmerica#Fascism#PoliceKillings#colombia#Nicaragua#IranContra#Iran#TheContras#thenewjimcrow#deathsquad#Reagan#mexicancivilwar#GuerraCivil pero el otro#Guatemala#bananarepublic#history#historical#USAuthoritarianism
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#cse • @604clubbers 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 🤘🏻⚡️⛓ @_war_machine_xx #harleydavidson #streetbob #fxbb #memphisshades #simpson #rolandsandsdesign #flomotorsports #bmc #deathsquad #originalgaragemoto #thrashinsupply #bigalscycle #speedmerchant #luckydaves #twobrothersracing #screamineagle #harleyclubstyle #clubstyleharleys #m8 #softail https://www.instagram.com/p/CdIcnKMocYm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Another great hardback collection for Rebellion's Treasury of British Comics line:
Deathsquad by Alan Hebden & Eric Bradbury which follows the exploits of German soldiers (a Wehrmacht Penal Military Unit spared death sentences in return for service on the Eastern Front) during the Russian campaign of World War II.
Its grim & gritty but highly enjoyable from start to finish and its a real shame it finished when it did as I'd love to read a 2nd volume etc.
These strips originally appeared in Battle Action from 12 July 1980 to 4 June 1981 when it finally ended.
The strip did re-appear in a one-off story in the Battle Action Annual 1982, this time drawn by Carlos Ezquerra.
This edition was published in November 2020.
#comic books#british comics#battle action#deathsquad#war comics#alan hebden#eric bradbury#carlos ezquerra#treasury of british comics#rebellion#battle action annual
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#deathsquad #emblem #vintage #skull #tee #graphictees https://www.instagram.com/p/CknK7-FOy3J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Another one for the GOAT @redban
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His name in VRChat is catbread so here's a cat in some bread.
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Peeps 'Park Lane O.G's - MJM Sessions Vol.1' which just went live on Mixcloud. This selection is brought to you by Dusty Ohms & ML1 aka the Park Lane O.G's. We hope you enjoy as it's just the first one to come from them. See link in bio or use the following... 🎧 https://linktr.ee/MillenniumJazzMusic #MJMSessions #ParkLaneOGs #MillenniumJazzMusic #Hiphopmix #undergroundhiphop #boombapclasics #Headnodhiphop #common #funkdoobiest #mosdef #tealibkweli #redman #deathsquad #Esk #KSparks #Bigshug #Dustyohms #DJFormat # LoneCatalyst #JazzyJeff #DJHonda #DJRevolution #CampLo #goldenera (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdvhb7yo_Xi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I wonder how long that post of our cock will last
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April 5, 2018.
A venture into New York City is always a good thing. Give me any reason - a doctor’s appointment, family, or a show in Greenpoint - and I’m there. This time it was a check-up on the pricier Lower East Side. I asked the team to give me an early time because I knew something else was going on behind the clinic. I know because my old man drove me home all the time and took a specific rote to do so.
The chilly 35* temperatures bit like any early April would. The sharp white sun constantly cut across the passing white clouds drifting through the dry blue sky. I stand at the Deer Park platform for a few minutes and anticipate its’ arrival. The iPod Classic (160GB) is still holding up. It’s been my only companion that comes with me for Christ knows how long, ever since it’s not-as-capable brother (30GB) took it’s first ride with me supplying Whitehouse’s Racket, Vincent Gallo’s When, and various Boards Of Canada and Roy Ayers cuts. That was another springtime trip where Cath- and I joined forces at Penn Station to go to the Brooklyn Museum and back home on the Ronkonkoma line for what was one of the most significant days ever lived. I loaded up the 400 or so finds to it of songs I never heard of before, songs then in the auditioning phase for Omega WUSB’s airplay. Train rides on the Deer Park line are usually prime-time to cycle through it all with no distractors around. My other companions? A Sony kit and a tripod.
I board and sit on the outer left aisle facing forward. No window seat this time. Public Image Ltd.’s “Poptones” couldn’t have come at a better time as the Deer Park line slowly rolled down through Farmingdale. None more fitting when those loopy dangling notes of Keith Levene’s Veleno moved perfectly with the slow floating crawl of the car. I’m not even paying attention to the motion blur of the graffiti or the industrial buildings usually experienced when looking out of the window. Another song plays, it’s The Plugz’ “Satisifed And Die”. It was a gift from Holly, a Brooklyn goth girl who followed me here. She’s made me roused and stimulated like no other. We been trading recommendations for a couple months based on our equivalencies of industrial, noise, punk, and other artists. I never heard of Plugz until she told me that “Hammy” from The Pee-Wee Herman Show was in the band.
The music still spun in my ears. Each song that played was saved to the day’s on-the-go playlist. No skips or fast-forwards. Eventually there’ll be seven or ten songs out of thirty that will follow me around forever out from the 400 chosen for April 5th. They kept going, and so was I on the way to Penn Station. Final track to end the ride? “Hold On To Your Genre” from Les Savy Fav, a band I’ve heard about over the years, and maybe a mention from former selector Xtina who used to run The All Ages Show before I took over her timeslot. Holly’s hits kept on parading through.
Penn Station here. I save my energy taking the A/C/E connecting me to the N/Q/R/W line to Lexington Av. and walk up 3rd St. to the clinic. Here I am! I’m directed to go upstairs and angle myself for some x-rays before heading downstairs to see the silver surgeon who saved my life eighteen months ago.
“Wow! What’s that?” excitingly ask Renee, the surgeon’s assistant. She saw my kit and tripod and told her I was going to shoot after our appointment. She was happy to see me. They’ve seen them all come and go during all their years in practice. It was a treat for them to see me have this new energy from when I was either blacked out on the hospital bed or frustrated and itching ready to go. But here I was. That’s the most important thing for all of us, right? Silver took his hand and pressed his tips on my shoulder to feel any changes. Looked over the film and saw no changes. Asked me how I was doing with this British / Irish roll and was pleased to hear that I was doing great. An hour later, I was good to go. Show’s over for now. See you in six months.
I haul my inventory out of the clinic and head towards where my old man would start our path home. It’s the Grand Army Plaza at the southeastern corner of Central Park. Look up and you’ll see the golden monument of William Tecumseh Sherman riding high on a stone pedestal with Victory guiding the way. I take several photos of all their heroic glory. A few horse-and-carriage jockeys were all around me with their furnishings dressed in white, red, and purple with gold trim. I see many overseas families make the best of their time taking photos for mementos forever to be remembered by, not knowing if and when they’ll have another opportunity to return again. But I don’t stop there.
Forward I go into Central Park, because I had all the time in the world to tread into uncharted territory. I walk past the disused zoo and end up at the Balto statue. How cute. I stop and snap away for more test shots before some former aspiring Aron Kay wanna-be rode his bike past me and said something about Balto being a liberal conspiracy, and self-declared it a debacle that was worse that seeing Oprah’s goatse. I walk away from his trailed stench of shit and dried blood and now here I am walking right down the middle of The Mall and Literary Walk. It literally welcomes you in with its pathway, where its generousity is measured by its wideness.
It was at that exact point where I started feeling euphoric again. I’ve beaten cancer to see my final benefits loaded into savings. Three paychecks in March, the tax refund hit, and our company gave us full-timers a surprise $1,000 bonus. Minimal and synthwave finds connected me with some of my best followers here, good times with me and twenty of my other co-workers at my neighborhood arcade, and the record-store victory tour just started. All of my on-going projects at Ω+, VMFX, and WUSB kept me going and proud. My nerves straightened themselves out and for once in my life I was on top of everything. There were no worries, no stress, no pressure. There was only hope. I hit the sweet spot that I been trying to acquire for so long and this was it. I felt like I was the person I always wanted to be. Keep going.
To my right is the Naumburg Bandshell where I did my best to preserve whatever dynamics it presented me with a press of a button. Further I go and I encounter the Besthesda Terrace, a dazzling array that’s been around for almost 175 years. Greeting me is its accompanying fountain where The Angel Of The Waters looks over all of us. A Danish family of four wanted their picture taken together so they asked me kindly to snap them with their camera, which I happily obliged.
It’s 5PM. Joggers and bikers are imminent. Young couples are sitting on the hills admiring the skyscrapers to the south and west side. I let myself get lost as I head north. I reach the Bow Bridge to see a young Filipine couple in their wedding threads have their photos taken. I continue to wander through all the winding pathways and steep hills to find myself at Belvedere Castle which was gated off and closed indefinitely. A few thousand feet later, I stop short at the 86th Street Transverse to catch my breath and pause to experience the current moment of clarity. Robert Viger’s “Limpidite” started to play. The sun’s about to set and it’s getting dimmer. Now was the time to head back.
I didn’t remember the path I took to get here, so what fun I had when I got lost and realized I had to walk the equivalent of thirty city blocks to even reach East 59th Street again which I returned to. I was exhausted and was tempted to take the N/Q/R/W line back to Penn Station, but no. It’s rare for me to be in the city, so why not make the best of it and walk it all back to Grand Central? My time was limitless because I didn’t have to be at work until 1PM the next day. Let’s reverse the process.
I take part in the crowded hustle and bustle of Manhattan. I walk 30 blocks south back to Penn Station for the ride home eastward, still bathing in the new euphoria and pending Spring renewal I just felt. I arrive five minutes to my train, but no big deal. I’m more than happy to re-hydrate with a $2.50 bottle of water and wait around until the Ronkonkoma line arrives. I have another relaxing 65-minute train ride back to Deer Park to cycle through more auditions and selections for the day’s forever soundtrack before it’s gone forever. I arrive on the Deer Park platform and step off the train. I step off the platform and walk through the aluminum overpass and steps onto the parking lot. I get in my car and drive away to sweep up the rest of the way home through the Brentwood streets. 10:30PM and I’m home for the night.
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There’s a message waiting for me after I walked in. It’s Holly. She asked how my day was and what I was up to. It was real nice for one of my all-time favorite followers to even ask. I had to reply to her before heading to bed. I also sent her the day’s photos and then asked to see if we could finally meet up. The momentum was stronger and now more essential than ever. I’m thriving for more.
Ghost Spell: “People On The Street”
This Is Hell: “Anarchy On The Atlantic”
Stars Are Insane, The: Versus
Ramleh: “Soundcheck Changeling 2”
Alan Shearer: “Dark Is The Color”
Public Image Ltd.: “Poptones”
Ghost Spell: “Tzz”
Plugz, The: “Red Eye #9″
Jan Jelinek: “They Their”
Pan Daijing: “Female”
Candy: “Rain In Spetember”
Pierre-Alain Dahan & Slim Pezin: “Slim Bertha”
Pisschrist: “Fatal Control”
Alan Shearer: “Only For One Girl”
James Clarke: “Silent Summer”
Thomas Leer: “Saving Grace”
Paul Dupont & His Orchestra: “Lovelorn”
Boy Harsher: “Modulations”
Zola Jesus: “Bound”
Errorsmith: “Superlative Fatigue”
Pisschrist: “Fuck The World”
Alan Shearer: “Generation V”
Joanna Brouk: “The Space Between”
Grey Hairs: “Emergency Banger”
Hogan’s Heroes: “Drugs”
Plugz, The: “Touch For Cash”
Kap Bambino: “More Machine“
Leon Gardner: “Farm Song”
Les Savy Fav: “Hold On To Your Genre”
Marijuana Deathsquads “All Deep”
Red Apollo: “Knife Party”
Stars Are Insane: “I Stayed Up All Night Thinking Of You” (ver.)
Wolf Alice: “Sad Boy”
76% Uncertain: “Coffee Achievers"
Kedr Livanskiy: “Sunrise Stop”
Haircut: “Shutting Down”
Keiji Haino: “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean”
Cabaret Voltaire: Extended Play EP
Candy: “Bears”
Frumpies, The: “I Just Wanna Puke On The Stereo”
Pan Daijing: “Overdose”
Ajax: “Paper And Steel”
Les Savy Fav: Inches
Robert Viger: “Limpidite”
#omega#music#playlists#mixtapes#personal#NYC#New York City#Manhattan#Robert Viger#Les Savy Fav#Ajax#Pan Daijing#Frumpies#Cabaret Voltaire#Thomas Leer#Joanna Brouk#Keiji Haino#Wolf Alice#Marijuana Deathsquads#Kap Bambino#Plugz#Zola Jesus#Kedr Livanskiy#James Clarke#Public Image Ltd.#Ramleh#Stars Are Insane
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Lourdes!! She sucks!!!!
#insert eric andre margaret thatcher girl power illegal paramilitary deathsquads quote here#eye of the storm#lourdes#my art#ocs#digital
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BLACKHELM has been having a bad few months. It started when her girlfriend was hit by a car. Then her significant other was taken by MAXTAC. And then she lost her job at ARASAKA, having underperformed. Her old linear frame and body was repossessed, and she was left with a lesser body than what she started.
Her new goal is to get that shit back.
And she doesn't care how many bodies she'll leave in her wake.
As far as she's concerned, the job remains the same.
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BLACKHELM is a character I play in a CyberpunkRED game run by my friend Eddidiah, who is not on tumblr.
She's basically like Adam Smasher but smarter and easier to work with. On the one hand this made her extremely dangerous. On the other, it meant she had emotional connections that, when threatened, made her worse at her job.
And Arasaka doesn't care if you're upset when you're in a deathsquad; you're in a deathsquad. Being detached is the MO.
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Was thinking about how, despite some similarities, erraticerrata and wildbow are really writing about fundamentally different ideas
like wildbow's whole thing in worm is a bit about unjustified authority - about bullies, about digging your head in the sand and refusing to work with people you dislike, and how Taylor has to [REDACTED] just to get everyone to get their shit together, even in the face of an existential threat
whereas PGTE literally bakes the competency of authority into the worldbuilding - if you are sufficiently driven and motivated and competent you will tap into a story that gets you power, which makes it much easier to get everyone on the same page, even if each leader has their own personal interests
if Catherine was in worm she would've been trained by cauldron and convinced them to end their secrecy and isolation, forming an explicit union with the PRT and also organizing the birdcage capes into some kind of crazy deathsquad to jump Scion
if Taylor was in PGTE she would've contrition-nuked procer and led an army of brainwashed soldiers to Keter
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A while back @redban asked me to make him a deathsquad cat icon similar to my skull icon but with a punisher twist.
I made a bunch of versions and this is 1 of 3 favorites. QR code leads to deathsquad.tv.
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Hi! I would love to read your poems, but unfortunately you only post them as pictures of text instead of actual text, which makes it hard to read for me, especially on mobile and especially since it is in "night mode" with light font on black background. Could you maybe post them as actual text, too? Or put the text in alt text? Thank you!
yknow i really should do that! thanks for letting me know anon, i will definitely do that for all of my poems i post from now on :). for now here's the most recent one:
Aqueducts Imperial
(walking the salton sea beachfront)
The coward tide flees my feet. Defeat at Trasimene. I will not mourn the Roman sons that died there, not unless you cry for every Gaul and Libyan who had no august grand republic. Fishermen will dredge up corpses for a week & then it all goes back to normal. Empires eat each other in the womb & not yet satisfied turn upon their mother’s meat & chew their way out. Babes born fat & chubby cheeked & photogenic, swaddled in monopoly capital.
Moral: Caesar was the first chestburster.
Our mortal city’s veins pump poison just as well as lifeblood. Day by day, another aquifer envenomed. It was a shock when swampmen failed to rise in vengeance from the lakebed. We are told that cows die nobly—placidly, to a machine they do not understand. But machines are fools and architecture just the limbs of idiot giants, impudent and jutting. Somewhere nearby you hear Deleuzean deathsquads make a tunnel of your neighbour’s house. The city is a body and this is why it can betray you.
Moral: This side’s the outside.
The country is sick. We all joke around coughing up dead fish and dribbling wet and sorry ochres. Bile is milked from captive livers and misted into the upper atmosphere but this doesn’t seem to be helping. This is a new hostile environment, one big immune reaction. Out of bodies, towers, out of towers, sand. We see them at the city gates each day carting amphorae of victory wine with birdlike wringable necks. It’s pathetic. We spit out teeth and something black and heavy and smile at each other. We wait, young and feverish, for a signal. Crows of the volcanic beaches.
Moral: There is nothing so peaceful as a desert.
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Special Ops deathsquad with hundreds of hours of field experience vs one (1) Necromorph: "AAAAAGH OHGODOHGODOHGOD JSKAHDOSJfhslkwkf..."
Isaac Clarke, an engineering technician running off one (1) space Redbull and 15 cyber cigarettes: "*Freebird solo playing in the bg while he mows Necromorphs like grass*"
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tortilla chip anon, any favorite yuri recs?
Besides the obvious stuff everyone knows like witch from mercury or madoka magica, I’m an evangelist for Revue Starlight, Princess Principal, and Happy Sugar Life. For more yuri-adjacent stuff, Sound of the Sky, Wandering Witch, and Girls Last Tour, and for CGDCT Yuru Camp and Do it Yourself! I can dm ya my longer list
The girls frontline anime isn’t amazing, the manga is kinda paced weird and dated and has stuff like this lmao (see below) and the game has predatory mobile game junk so I can’t recommend it in good faith, but the story is batshit insane and I love it and it’s extremely yuri.
One of the main fireteams the story follows is a lesbian polycule that does omegaverse shit and all pretend to be wolves and also are a spec-ops deathsquad working for the Neo Soviet Union. It’s good folks
Honestly I don’t read much yuri, I mostly read nonfiction stuff about urban planning or military history. Also I want you, DM me
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