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Why I still listen to punk rock

One day I happened to mention to someone that I really enjoy punk rock. What was this person’s response? “Good luck with that.” The first thing I thought to say in return was “Fuck you man!” I didn’t, though, it just wasn’t worth it. I don’t listen to or support many of the ideals of punk rock because it’s popular. I don’t listen to it because it is unpopular.

I listen to punk rock because it means something. The fire of passion in these songs that I scream along with speaks to me. It’s not about thrashing in a mosh pit or starting fights or shouting “Fuck the police!” It’s about life. It’s about wanting something more than the normal, the standard. It’s about feeling that passion about something.

Lots of the bands I listen to are politically fueled. They write and sing their songs for a reason. They’re advocates in their own way and many of them aren’t afraid to join picket lines.

Another reason I like the punk ethic is the DIY attitude. This is something lost in some modern punk rock I think. The pristine recording quality found in modern studios just doesn’t hold the same punch as the gritty, shitty recordings of Misfits or Sex Pistols. Sure, I listen to well-recorded punk rock, but it’s the do it yourself part that speaks to me. Something about accomplishing something with your own two hands is powerful. There’s an energy to be found in crafting your own jacket or shirts. Hell, even spreading bleach on a black tee can mean a lot to me. It’s easy and it’s messy and it’s punk.

 

It’s about anarchy. While not all punk music is about anarchy and not all artists are anarchists, many of them are. I do what I can to carry a little anarchist tradition with me wherever I go.

So sure, wish me good luck. Tell me some platitude because you think punk rock is dead. I’m still here and the fight isn’t over.

Raise that black flag high in solidarity!

 

 

 

New Post in my old blog

I had to post on my old “Blogger” blog which is linked at the top of this WordPress blog.

If you want to read it, just click the “Wolf’s Teeth” link above!

Thanks for stopping by!

In Earnest,

~King Pollux – Adam KW King~

You’ll Notice some changes around here

Ok, so, you may be noticing some changes to the blog soon if you haven’t already.

  1. I have gone to a “private” setting so I can better mod things on here. (People seem to think I’m a “dbag” and an “ahole.” (My gut response is to say **** you haters, but…well, I’m trying to make money here, lol.)

  2. If you like the changes, let me know.
  3. If you don’t…let me know. *grits teeth*
  4. I have all the things linked. If a link is broken, TELL ME!
  5. If anything at all doesn’t work (a video, a stream, a telekinetically thrown goat, etc. etc. etc.)… LET ME KNOW!
  6. Don’t be a dbag to me or others on here.
  7. I have the final say in who is a douche and who isn’t…MWHAHAHAHA. This isn’t a democracy, this isn’t a “cheerocracy” (as Chuck Wendig put it *wink wink nudge nudge*), this is a Pagan Republic.
  8. All that being said…
  9. HAVE FUN.
  10. BE SAFE.
  11. …VOICE YOUR OPINIONS!

Family History Research

So, I’ve always been intrigued by genealogy and family histories.

I recently got a membership for Ancestry.com where I’d only had trials before and I’m finding some epic family history.

Little Background:

My mother’s maiden name is Walkingstick. My full name, as my profile states, is Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King.

I am descended from this man directly, and am DAMN proud of the fact.

My ancestors (being Cherokee) fought the Eastern Creeks alongside Andrew Jackson before he was president. Then, upon returning home, they found their homeland ravaged, their women raped, and their children kidnapped or killed.

Anyone question why I am so violently and addictively Anarcho-collectivist now?

In Earnest,

Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King
AKA King Pollux, Lost Prince of the Old East Cherokee Nation

P.S. Anyone know how to get a Dawe’s Roll number quickly and simply?

Also, in case you were unable to see the content of the link above because you are not a member at Ancestry.com, here is the story (NOTE: I did not write this, it is the property of the users at ancestry.com)

Udalvnusti “U-Da-Lv-Nu-Sti”, is translated from the native Cherokee language to English as Walkingstick.The Walkingstick family ancestry is traced from the Eastern to Western Cherokee Nations. The earliest records originating during the destruction of Keowe, including several other South Carolina Cherokee settlements in the late 1700’s.
Walkingstick was still a boy when he came to the south side waters of Hightower in northeast Georgia. He was raised on Crawfish Creek about 15 miles from the old Hightower Town settlement in Forsyth County, Georgia. Walkingstick was a contemporary of the noted Cherokee leader White Path, and the two lived very near each other and engaged in similar campaigns for the Cherokee people.
When General John Sevier marched an Army into the Cherokee Nation in 1792, Walkingstick was one of a party of about 100 Cherokees who embodied to meet General Sevier and engage him in battle to save the Keowe villages in South Carolina, but they arrived too late.
General Sevier and 700 militiamen from Tennessee destroyed the villages along the Etowah River, and won a battle against the Cherokees there. Many of the women and children were killed, as most of the warriors were away engaging other white encroachments on Cherokee land.
The Cherokee and the Creek tribes had long been bitter enemies. When the Creeks sided with the French in the War of 1812, the Cherokees’ services were sought by the United States to aid in defeating the French and their allies. The Cherokees were only too willing to go against the Creeks and gain favor with the U.S. Government. This in turn began the Red Stick War. The climatic battle that ended the war occurred at Horseshoe Bend on the Tallapoosa river in present day Alabama. On March 1814, the Creeks held out against overwhelming forces at the Horseshoe Bend. Despite constant bombardment and fire their defenses could not be breached. Suddenly, a turkey gobble was heard, the Cherokee war cry then filled the air, the Cherokees had managed to swim the river and outflank the Creeks. The battle raged for hours as the Cherokees had turned the tide against the Creeks. The proud Creeks would give no quarter and asked for none in return. They were killed to the last man. Walkingstick was one of the Cherokees that fought at the battle of Horseshoe Bend in aiding Andrew Jackson quell the Creek uprising. In the aftermath, 557 Creek warriors lay dead. The Americans lost 32 with 99 wounded, and the Cherokees had lost 18 and 36 wounded. Moreover, one of the dead is listed to be the son of Walkingstick. Upon the conclusion of the battle, Walkingstick and the other Cherokees were discharged from the service of the U.S. armed forces. When returning home they found their country ravaged, pilfered and destroyed by the returning militia they had so willingly fought alongside. They found their homes and families had suffered much more from the hands of their white allies than from their enemies the Creeks. It’s hard to imagine the returning warrior Walkingstick bringing his dead son home to his wife only to find the soldiers pilfered their homes, stole their horses, etc. Unfortunately, this great victory propelled Andrew Jackson into the national spotlight and furthered his political career to the highest office in the land. Little were the Cherokee to know then the scheming treachery Jackson was capable of in his tenure as president, for Jackson turned a deaf ear to the Cherokees petitions to stay in their native lands. One of the Cherokee leaders said of him, “If I had known then (what treachery he was capable of) I would have killed him myself that day at Horseshoe Bend. At the end of the Creek War, Walkingstick increased his land holdings and became proficient in the ways of agriculture and business under the ever increasing white population. Note: In 1819, an unknown Walkingstick signed up for removal to the Western Cherokee Nation in Eastern Arkansas and Missouri. He later recanted his decision and remained in the Eastern Cherokee Nation. In the year 1821, Walkingstick settled on Sweetwater Creek about 10 miles from Buzzards Roost in what is now the western edge of Dalton, Georgia. In 1822, Walkingstick is a listed member and official for the Cherokee Republican Government representing the village of Hickory Log under Chief Path Killer. Elitsayi “E-li-tsa-yi” or Elijay was a larger traditional trading settlement in the old Cherokee Nation in what is now north Georgia. Walkingstick held an immense prestige in the area of Elitsayi, and he ranked high in the councils of his people as a diplomat between the Cherokee and the white man’s government. By the time of the removal to Oklahoma Territory in 1838, Walkingstick was the headman of the village of Elitsayi. Walkingstick along with a son are buried in the old family cemetery one mile south of Eluay. The grave plot today is in the Gold Kist Poultry Company parking lot. There are no stones to mark their graves. Only some old cedar trees are left to mark where the old warrior and statesman lies.

Men vs Women | Crossing the Divide

Ohhhhh that I could send an owl!

Its hilarious because my twin sis and I sat here and read OM’s post and both had very similar or identical reactions to yours! Lmao.

GREAT POST Vic! Four thumbs up! 😀 Reblogging and sharing now!

In Earnest,

King Pollux ~ Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King

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Let’s Talk Opinion in conversation with OM

I was rather surprised to discover today that I am not a woman after all. I may look like one, but try as I much as I may, I was unable to identify with the “typical” female behaviour described by OM in his recent post about Those things women do… Perhaps it is a matter of perspective or perhaps I’ve been too busy juggling the daily challenges of existence to find time to fit into the required mould. Or perhaps… it was an accident of birth and I was allocated the wrong gender? This will not do.

Now… I know that OM’s posts are often tongue-in-cheek, so my reply ought to be allowed to be in kind. What do women do exactly? Here are OM’s findings:

They “Ask where something is before actually looking for it first.”

Yep. My grandpa used to do this a…

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Why Modern Activism Is Often Merely Lip Service To Bullshit Ideals

NOTE: This is opinion,and personal analysis. I am usually a fairly accepting, friendly, respectful, and kind-hearted individual so: Take what you will from this, but watch the fuck out when dealing with me in person. If you can’t quite understand what I mean by that last…you will shortly or you won’t at all.

I am an Anarchist. No bullshit. No façades or delusions there.

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Long Live Anarchist Black Cross! Хай живе Нестор Махно! Vive la Résistance! ¡Viva la Revolución!

The problem with announcing anarchic politics is that Anarchy, true Anarchy, is not political at all. True Anarchy is the insanity of believing and espousing the belief that individual living things should have the basic right to do pretty much anything they want.

Anarchism becomes political because, and only because, we live in a politically governed system of linked sociological groups. A true Anarchist is, by the very definition, incapable of overlooking the vileness of politics imposed on inherently non-political species.

Most politicians, political analysts, philosophers, and activists want to make the ways of nature into some kind of political system.

NATURE IS NOT A FUCKING POLITICAL ENGINE YOU IGNORANT STATIST MORONS

*Ahem* Now, with that microrant off my chest we may resume this soap-box proselytization.

At some point you, reader, might wonder why I seem to take things so personally.

It. Is. Personal.

Whoever you are, no matter what philosophical, political, national, regional, or familial allegiances you might have, read carefully and buyer beware:

YOU have NO right to tell me how to live MY life. YOU have NO right to tell ANYONE how to live THEIR life. YOU have NO right to impose YOUR moral/philosophical/political ideals, rules, laws, and/or regulations on ME or ANYONE ELSE.

Grow the fuck up. Stop making things that absolutely DO NOT matter into personal attacks in your own twisted and brainwashed mind.

The next time someone with no direct authority, under the law or not, tries to enforce their own ideals on me someone is leaving either in a body bag or on a stretcher whether its me or not. That in mind: Be careful what you say. Words have meaning people. I am a snake in the fucking grass: Tread On Me At Thine Own Risk.

Human beings are human beings. Living things are living things. Regardless of any other observed status given to or accepted by an individual, everything living has a natural and unalienable right to three things: life, personal liberty, and the pursit of happiness. Your regional/national/state governments, laws, politics, and customs CAN NOT take that away from me and I will fight to the death to defend those rights in others if forced to do so.

I would rather die than live any other way.

If you don’t see things the way I do…get behind me or otherwise stay the fuck out of my way. Period. There are worse fates than death and some things more than worth enduring any possible outcome of fate.

Anarchy, libertarianism, non-Marxist socialism, anti-establishmentarianism, anarcho-socialism, anarcho-capitalism, equality, love, righteous anger, vigilante, punk, hippy, tree-hugger, world citizen, American, Native American, European, tolerance, peace, spirituality, collectivism, activism and humanism defined is me. (Assuming you must label me with anything as useless as human labels and words.) Economics, politics, and other contrived human bullshit has nothing to do with it. I don’t care what socio-politics we all end up with on this planet just keep your racism, sexism, misogyny, patriarchy, matriarchy, statism, liberalism, and conservatism away from me. Capitalist? Fine…be the best capitalist you can be. Communist? Same to you. Socialist? OK by me. Something else entirely? EVEN BETTER. We aren’t a conglomeration of labels and hash tags. We are human fucking beings. We are Alive. So live mother fuckers!

My rights, your rights, and the rights of those humans and other living things around you are divinely given. Pandora trapped Hope in the jar for all of humanity.

Stepping down from the soap box now.

Have an unbelievable day! 😀

In Earnest,

King Pollux ~ Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King

P.S. For the other activists out there:

If you aren’t willing to die for your cause and your ideals why do you have them? Think on that. Hard. And with feeling.

Daily Prompt: Style Icon

Well, the prompt for today asked me to define my “personal style.” I suppose this could be sort of a fun topic, so I’ll go ahead and indulge myself.

Check the prompt

My style? Oh, Gods, what are you asking of me?

In FAT waiting to catch my plane to Phoenix so I can catch another plane to Philadelphia.

In FAT waiting to catch my plane to Phoenix so I can catch another plane to Philadelphia.

I think the best way to describe my sense of “style” (though, I don’t really believe I’m afflicted with such a triviality by conventional standards of style) is OMNICLECTIC.

Omniclectic? What the frack is that?

Sit down and stay a while and I shall elucidate.

“Omniclectic” is a word I just made up. It means something like “super duper über eclectic.” Not clear enough? Well, crimenitly, it means I am so eclectic the individual styles are no longer distinguishable. However, what that really tells you is that I have ADHD and a penchant for getting distracted.

If I had to choose one style for myself, it’d definitely be “punk.” I have a mohawk, denim jacket with spikes and patches all over, and generally wear ratty clothing in multifarious stylings with gritty music blaring from my person.

A Clockwork Orange? I got your Clockwork Orange right here! m!m

A Clockwork Orange? I got your Clockwork Orange right here! m!m

Still, I don’t really commit to one style of dress, music, art, writing, or anything. I prefer to keep my options open. Since my “awakening” (if you want to call it such) this last November I have tried many new things and am remaining open to all possibilities.

I can’t wait to get some money together so Freddy (Cansas, my twin sis) and I can travel the planet and try out everything the world has to offer! I see the beauty in all things and all people now. Much Love.

Here’s to staying true to yourself and trying new things!

In Earnest,

King Pollux ~ Adam Kristofer Walkingstick King

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