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Growing plantains in my farm in Puerto Rico vlog #3
The first thing I started to grow on my farm, Plantains! Plantains are members of the banana family, but they are starchier and lower in sugar. I plan on growing so much plantains and bananas on in my food forest. Follow me on my journey, subscribe to my youtube channel and visit me on all social media @radicallywild.. BE wild everyone!
Radically Wild Photography Puerto Rico Is Paradise Vol. 1
I currently find myself living in the beautiful Paradise that is Puerto Rico. Indeed Puerto Rico is paradise. So much magic everywhere on such a small island. Why I believe everyone should come discover and explore all of this magic as I wrote here. If you do come to Puerto Rico, don’t forget to come take my radically wild tours. Adventures and magic await!
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Anti-Patriotism : An Essay by Han Ryner 1934
I, like many, have been indoctrinated with patriotism, indoctrinated to pledge allegiance to your country. But I woke up to a new world, a new perspective. Now I find patriotism to be nothing but a farce, a disease that has plagued humanity as I wrote here.
Here is a piece wrote by Han Ryner in 1934, Han Ryner, was a French individualist anarchist philosopher and activist and a novelist.
Anti-Patriotism by Han Ryner
Will I manage to avoid here those considerations that belong more in the articles on Fatherland and Patriotism?
Anti-patriotism was the reaction of reason and sentiment the moment patriotism reigned. It took on diverse forms in accordance with the degree to which it relied more or less consciously on individualism, on love for all men, on love for one man (as with Camille, the sister of the Horatii), or even on a reasoned or sentimental preference for the laws and morals of a foreign country.
Buddha was necessarily hostile to any patriotic exclusivism, this man who doesn’t even admit what can be called human chauvinism, but extends to all living beings his loving mercy. In Greece the Sophists were anti-patriotic. Socrates, the greatest of them, proclaimed: “I am not Athenian; I am a citizen of the world.” He condemned the fatherland in the name of “unwritten laws,” i.e., in the name of conscience. Other Sophists rejected it in the name of a more interested individualism. Nevertheless, their contemporary Aristophanes detested his democratic fatherland because he admired the aristocratic organization of Lacedemonia. (Thus M. Paul Bourget and M. Leon Daudet, dazzled by the precision power of the German command had their years of naive patriotism: little gigolos who almost inevitably surrender themselves to the most fearsome “terror.”) Plato and Xenophon, poor disciples of Socrates who falsify and use him a bit like M. Charles Maurras falsifies and uses M. Auguste Comte, have sentiments similar to those of Aristophanes. Xenophon ended by fighting against his fatherland in the ranks of the Lacedemonians.
The Cyrenaic philosophers were anti-patriotic. One of them, Theodore the Atheist, repeated the line of many wise men: “The world is my fatherland.” He added, “Sacrificing oneself to the fatherland means renouncing wisdom in order to save the mad.” In which he is wrong: it means assisting the mad in destroying themselves.
The Cynics daringly professed anti-patriotism. Antisthenes mocks those who are proud of being autochtonous, a glory they share — he notes — with a certain number of slugs and marvelous grasshoppers. Diogenes, in order to make fun of the emotional activities of patriots, rolled his barrel across a besieged city. His disciple, the Cretan Krates, declared: “I am a citizen not of Thebes, but of Diogenes.”
Plutarch reproaches the Epicureans and Stoics the disdainful practical anti-patriotism that kept them from all public employment. The Epicurean only admitted chosen sentiments and reserved his heart for a few friends, who might be from any country. The Stoic extended his love to all men. He obeyed “the nature that made man the friend of man, not from interest, but from the heart.” Four centuries before Christianity he invented charity, which unites in one family all those who participate in reason, men and gods.
The first Christians were as anti-patriotic as the Stoics, the Epicureans and the other wise men. Those of Judea were not moved by the ruin of Jerusalem. Those from Rome stubbornly predicted the fall of Rome. They only loved the celestial fatherland, and Tertullian said in their name: “The thing that is most foreign to us is the public thing.” They were faithful to the spirit of the Gospel, where a certain parable of the Good Samaritan would be translated by a truly Christian Frenchman into the parable of the good Prussian, though an evangelical German would make of it the parable of the good Frenchman. And “good” wouldn’t have the same meaning that it does with a Hindenburg of the academician Joffre.
Catholicity means universality. Catholicism is international and consequently, if it is conscious and sincere, is form of anti-patriotism. A more recent International wants to replace war by revolution, and hostilities between nations by the class struggle. The principles of Catholicism don’t allow a distinction between the faithful and the non-believers. Modern Catholics brag of their patriotism without realizing that this means denying their catholicity. Thus the members of the Socialist or Communist parties who consent to “national defense” would knowingly or not cease to be able to call themselves socialists. The catholic meaning still lives in a few men, in Gustave Dupin, author of “La Guerre Infernale,” in Grillot de Givry, author of “Le Christ et la Patrie,” in Dr. Henri Mariave, author of “La Philosophie Suprême.” They are thus considered an abomination by their so-called brothers.
The anti-patriotic truth was never explained by anyone with more balanced force and clear consciousness than by Tolstoy. His pamphlet “Patriotism and the Government” shows to what extent “patriotism is a backward idea, inopportune and harmful… As a sentiment patriotism is an evil and harmful sentiment; as a doctrine it is nonsensical, since it is clear that if every people and every state takes itself for the for the best of peoples and states then they have all made an outlandish and harmful mistake.” He then explains how “this old idea, though in flagrant contradiction with the entire order of things, which has changed in other aspects, continues to influence men and guide their acts.” Only those in power, using the easily hypnotizable foolishness of the people, find it “advantageous to maintain this idea, which no longer has any meaning or usefulness.” They succeed in this because they own the sold-out press, the servile university, the brutal army, the corrupting budget, the most powerful means for influencing men.”
Except when it’s a question of demands by natives of the colonies, or the separatist sentiments of a few Irishmen, a few Bretons, or a few Occitanians, the word patriotism is almost always used today in a lying fashion. The sacrifices that are requested for “for the fatherland” they in reality have us offer to another divinity, to the nation which destroyed and robbed our fatherland, whichever it might be. No one any longer has a fatherland in the large and heterogeneous modern nations….
The love for the land of our birth is foolish, absurd, and the enemy of progress if it remains exclusive. If it were to become a means of intelligence I would praise it in the same way that the man who rests in the shade of a tree praises the seed. From my love for the land of my childhood and for the language that, I might say, first smiled on our ears should, comes love for the beauties of all of nature and the pensive music of all human languages. May my pride in my mountain teach me to admire other summits; may the gentleness of my river teach me to commune with the dream of all waters; from the charm of my forest, may I learn to find it in the measured grace of all woods; may the love of a known idea never turn me from a new idea or an enrichment that comes from afar. In the same way that a man grows beyond the size of a child, the first beauties met serve to have us ideally understand, taste, and conquer all beauties. What poverty to hear in these naive memories a poor and moving language that prevents our hearing other languages! Let us love, in our childhood memories the alphabet that allows us to read all the texts offered by the successive or simultaneous riches of our life.
Source: L’Encyclopèdie Anarchiste, Paris, Librarie Internationale, 1934;
Documental: Terrícolas (¿Podrías justificar comer carne después de ver esto?)
Advertencia: imágenes extrema.
Earthlings es un documental acerca de cómo los humanos utilizan actualmente a los animales de otras especies. Para ello se utilizan cámaras ocultas e imágenes del día a día de las prácticas de algunas de las más grandes industrias del mundo que se enriquecen con los animales. El documental está dividido en cinco partes: mascotas, alimentación, pieles, entretenimiento y experimentación. La finalidad del documental es la denuncia de las actividades especistas a las cuales la mayoría de la población está habituada y cuyo tipo de discriminación se ha normalizado hasta la fecha.
“Dado que todos habitamos La Tierra, todos somos considerados terrícolas. No hay sexismo, racismo ni especismo en el término terrícola y abarca a todos y cada uno de nosotros, de sangre caliente o fría, mamífero, vertebrado, ave, reptil, anfibio, pez o humano. Los humanos por lo tanto, no siendo la única especie sobre el planeta, comparten este mundo con millones de otras criaturas, dado que todas evolucionamos aquí juntas. Sin embargo, somos los humanos quienes tratamos de dominar La Tierra, a menudo tratando a otros seres como meros objetos. Esto es lo que quiere decir especismo. Por analogía con el sexismo o el racismo, el término especismo es un prejuicio o actitud favorable hacia los intereses de los miembros de la misma especie y contra los miembros de otras especies. Si un ser sufre, no existe justificación para no tener en consideración ese sufrimiento. No importa la naturaleza del ser. El principio de igualdad requiere, que el sufrimiento de uno, sea valorado de igual forma que el sufrimiento del otro. El racista viola el principio de igualdad, al dar mayor peso a los intereses de los miembros de su propia raza, cuando hay un conflicto entre sus intereses y los de otra raza. El sexista viola el principio de igualdad, al favorecer los intereses de su propio sexo. Igualmente, el especista permite que los miembros de su misma especie, sobrepasen los intereses de los miembros de otras especies. En cada caso el patrón es el mismo. Racismo, sexismo, especismo.”
Somos como mierda de pajaros
Somos como mierda de pájaro. Las aves migran de un lugar a otro libremente. Cuando viajan, se les cae la mierda en el camino. Con esa mierda que se deja caer, dejan una semilla con la mierda de ser el catalizador y el fertilizante para que la semilla germine todo el lugar, la introducción de árboles y otras plantas a diferentes lugares a través de la propagación de sus semillas. Es el ciclo de la vida. Todo está conectado.
Somos como mierda de pájaro. Solo somos motas de polvo, seres microscópicos y azar el universo nos botó, cagándonos al azar en diferentes lugares de este hermoso planeta, para que podamos echar raíces en esta tierra y crecer al igual que los árboles que vienen de la mierda de un pájaro. Pero hemos brotado como una mala hierba petulante Y nuestras raíces todavía no penetran la tierra no penetrar en la tierra, “Como las raíces ibas descarriadas en la dirección del dinero y la mierda materialista. El dinero se ha vuelto un fertilizante incesante del que nos hemos vuelto dependientesEl dinero se ha vuelto un fertilizante incesante del que nos hemos vuelto dependientes. Un fertilizante sintético que envenena nuestras raíces hasta nuestra esencia. Nuestras raíces se han convertido en cadenas que nos atan, y en algunos aspectos, nuestras raíces se ha convertido en tentáculos que han penetrado la tierra, pero no para conectarse, solo para aspirar la ósea y médula de la vida. Hemos olvidado el verdadero fundamento de nuestro ser. No damos nada positivo a la tierra, Pero tratamos de destruirla con nuestra avaricia y ego. Nuestro sol se ha vuelto materialista.
Los árboles permanecen estacionarios, pero son libres de crecer, expandirse y seguir evolucionando. Pero nosotros también permanecemos estacionarios, no sólo en los confines de estas fronteras arbitrarias, sino en los confines de nuestra propia mente. No tan sólo nos mantenemos desconectados de la tierra, seguimos desconectados unos de otros. En lugar de las raíces ramificándose, nuestras raíces sólo siguen para envolver alrededor de nuestros cuellos y nos asfixia en nuestra propia desaparición de nuestra propia creación. Las personas se han convertido en clones de corte galletas, genérico, robóticos marcado por logotipos artificiales persiguiendo deseos materialistas. Individualidad perdida y sus propias mentes nunca se han encontrado. De hecho, hemos convertido en la maleza petulante que ya no brota de la tierra, sino que brota del concreto siempre arraigada en nuestra propia mierda.
We are like bird shit!
We are like bird shit. Birds migrate from place to place freely. When they travel, they drop shit along the way. With that shit that is dropped, they leave behind a seed with the shit being the catalyst and the fertilizer for that seed to sprout all over the place, introducing trees and other plant life to different locations through the propagation of their seeds. It’s the cycle of life. Everything is connected.
We are like bird shit. We are just specks of dust, microscopic beings and the universe has randomly dropped us off, essentially shitting us out in different random places on this beautiful planet, so that we may take root on this earth and grow just like the trees that come from the shit of a bird. But we have sprouted as a petulant weed and our roots have yet to penetrate the earth, as the roots went wayward into the direction of money and materialistic bullshit. Money has become an incessant fertilizer that we have become dependent on. A synthetic fertilizer that poisons our roots right down to our very core. Our roots have turned into shackles that bind us, and in some aspects, our roots has turned into tentacles that have penetrated the earth, but not to connect, but to suck out it’s marrow and the marrow of life. We have forgotten the true foundation of our beings. We don’t give back to the earth, but seek to destroy it with our greed and ego. Our sun has become materialistic.
The trees remain stationary, but we are free to grow and expand and to keep evolving. But we too remain stationary, not only in the confines of these arbitrary borders, but in the confines of our own minds. We remain not only disconnected to the earth, we remain disconnected to each other. Instead of the roots branching out, our roots just continue to wrap around our necks and smothering us into our very own demise of our own making. The people have become robotic generic cookie cut clones branded by artificial logos chasing materialistic wishes. Individuality lost and their own minds never found. We have indeed become that petulant weed no longer sprouting from the earth but sprouting from concrete, forever entrenched in our own bullshit.
There’s no tomorrow
Now can we focus on alternatives like cannabis for biofuel?