Ecocide In Ecuadorian Yasuni National Park Puts Indigenous Lives At Risk And Could Bring About Violent Response

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Logging in Ecuador’s Yasuni National Park is putting the isolated indigenous populations at risk.

José Poraño, from Land Is Life, stated this is the interview linked above – ” Waoranis, Kichwas from Sarayacu, Zaparas, Kichwas from the region, and settlers too. . . We don’t know if the Taromenanes [one of the indigenous groups in “isolation”] will respond like they have in the past – with attacks, violence – to defend their territories. Rather than attack the loggers, they might attack local people, particularly if they take part [in the logging], as has happened in the past. That’s very possible. Due to how abandoned the region is. The state has almost no presence there. There are no economic opportunities for local people. . . [and so] the only economic opportunity right now in the Curaray region is illegal logging. We’re concerned that the communities could become involved.”

For eco-radicals the topic of violence can be a decisive one. Many of us have become very familiar with the Derrick Jensen quote “love does not imply pacifism” and enjoy his Star Wars video on May 4th (video below).

Taken from another eco-radical commentary on violence, the recently released Atassa journal – available here for free download and through Little Black Cart to purchase –

Sighs by Lunas de abril

Together we walk the hostile labyrinths.You take hand. My heart beats.We try to hide our nervousness with a smile or some light caress that gives an air of tranquility. I look at you; you look at me. Our backs carry the device. You know, my friend, you know why I do this. . .why you do this. . .why we do this. Every­ thing that is gray surrounds us, and you shed a tear in that night ofbitter disenchantment.We share tears under the stars that claim the poetry of dawn. How many times have we asked ourselves, “Is everything lost?” in the face of machinery that does not stop and imbeciles who are somehow alive within their inert movements. From within the rage that embraces us when we see distant mountains with rests devastated by the city, the hate grows, and the love of gunpowder appears.We continue our path. The cold air sticks in my throat, fills my lungs, and esc1pes. The icy climate brings to my mind the image of that rest that served as a blanket r us when our kissing words were silent and our shadows j oined to start the war, this war in which we will not be victorious. We walk without raising suspicion; black cats taught us to move be­ tween the nights, walking the decadent cities, passing unnoticed in silence. We arrive, and solitary stars smile on us. Our hands no longer tremble; the nervousness vanishes. The rage travels to every corner ofour bodies. You look at me; I look at you. You like me; I like you. I place the device, and it trans rms me into a coyote thirsting r revenge. We understand, my iend. Words are not enough.With patience that only you possess, you light the ame. Seconds pass, and in the busy streets the nervousness reappears.

You continue, calm, and I laugh at mysel Now I laugh at myself, mock mysel We ee; we arc the accursed shadows that in ltrate the streets. I can sense that a patrol is right behind me in the empty street. A mix of happiness. sadness. hate, and melancholy.

We escape . . . proud of what we are and to have encountered each other in the middle ofthis grey li . Proud to be eco-extremists. For yourself, you will always be you; r myself, I will always be me. Upon sharing caresses and attacks, we knew this. I believe in you; you believe in me. This is neither idle chatter, romanticisms, nor idealistic cliches. Our trust was built by actions-my leaving my life in your hands and yours in mine, without hesitation. And if one day we fall? We both know that we will avenge ourselves. The oblivion will annihilate our experience, but the living memory ofour actions will and shape in bullets and fires. Now safe, we caress each other’s bodies. I kiss you; you kiss me. You share with me your motivation to continue warring. We decide to arm ourselves and fight until the end of our existence. It isn’t easy to lead a double life, to lie to even those closest to us so as not to raise any suspicions.We make n of the moralist commentaries of the good citizens. We think with a smile of these citizens who hate us so much, “They could never imagine.” Our bodies, now naked, are discovering and rediscovering each other as we remem­ber the first attacks, the mistakes, the experiments. Your orgasm that brings with it mine, the moans, the scratches, the sighs.

For my friend, for all of our friends. . . For our savage nature!
Until your death or mine!
Long live eco-extremism!

No doubt the indigenous people’s of the Yasuni National Park love the forests they call their homes and it is highly likely that they will defend the forests and attack the invaders who try to destroy the forest.

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Ancient Oak, Toxic Tsunami

GODS & RADICALS

On June 5th, 754CE St. Boniface was murdered by thieves who claimed their act was just. They murdered Boniface and his retinue as divine revenge for Boniface’s desecration of a sacred pagan site of worship.

In 723CE, Boniface, then a Christian missionary named Winifred, chopped down a Donnar-Oak (Thunder Oak). The massive and ancient oak trees found throughout northern continental Europe were considered sacred to Thor, the god of thunder and the protector of the common people. While chiefs and petty nobles worshiped Odin, his son Thor, a strong god who slays frost (winter) giants, brings fertile rains, and also happens to be the god of metal work, was the champion of slaves, peasants, and the common people in general.

St. Boniface’s official church narrative claims he was converting savages. He gathered the people around the oak and claimed that if he could hack it down without being struck down…

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How to Recognise a Badger Sett

Tales from the Wood - The Diary of a Badger Watching Man

Badger Cubs What does a badger sett look like?  Every now and then someone asks me this question, so it’s about time that I tried to answer it properly.  This is my guide to badger setts and what to look for.  I have hesitated a little before writing this.  After all, badgers are still persecuted in some parts of the country, and I don’t want to make it any easier for someone with bad intentions to find badger setts.  On the other hand, the more people that know about the badgers in their area the better.  If people are aware of their local setts then they can keep an eye on them, and besides, badgers have been a source of pleasure for me and I’d like to share the experience with other people if I can.

I’ve illustrated this post with pictures taken on a walk this afternoon.  This is a good…

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Dead Setts: Please Fight For Badgers

“As hunt saboteurs we are witnesses to the all-out war against wildlife which seems to be the main activity in the so-called countryside. Open country is the playground of the rich, and a few patches of scrubby woods remain only because they are managed for hunting and shooting. These copses and areas of scrub are not of sufficient size or quality to maintain a great diversity of plant and animal life. Whatever animals do manage to survive are terrorised, poisoned, trapped and shot by gamekeepers, terrier men, blethering aristocrats and various other professional or amateur sadists. While crossing the countryside to sabotage a foxhunt we will usually find much evidence of other wildlife abuse – shooting pens, snares, larsen-traps and often active shooters. I have seen a pair of rifle-shooters halfway through the day surrounded by the corpses of at least fifty wood-pigeons and a crow. Without our intervention they would have killed another fifty birds in the rest of the day. Walking, cycling or driving through country lanes it is all too easy to believe that the countryside is an idyllic refuge for nature, but looking a little deeper it appears more like an enormous factory of waste, pollution and animal abuse. Even the massacre of wildlife does not compare to the stinking farmyards, littered with dead machinery, where millions of sick and suffering animals are raised on antibiotics, hormones and cash-crop concentrates to feed up the next generation of European heart-attack victims who occasionally trundle past in their 4x4s. An irate farmer once said to a sab, “What would happen if I wasn’t here managing this land? The trees would grow and the birds would come back! There’d be little birds everywhere! And then what would you do?” This fear and hatred of wild plants and animals is typical of the alienation from nature that agro-industrial workers suffer. As usual, hatred justifies abuse.” from Do Or Die issue 10

Today I went badger sett checking with a group of people which included another hunt sab, someone from badger watch and someone I absolutely didn’t trust. Please watch the clips for info on the day –

 

 

 

The cull zone is being extended to the point that it is going to make it so difficult for us to be an effective presence of resistance and to protect the badgers. So we need people who are sympathetic with the cause to join in and to sab the cull. We need people who are trustworthy, safe and reliable, because informants and infiltrators could potentially create a huge amount of problems.

Here is info on how to join the hunt sabs.

Here is info on how get involved outside of direct actions.

Here are some 2 links on laws you should be aware of – link 1, link 2.

Here is information on how to badger watch.

Some photos from today at the sett that’s been killed off –

 


Apocalypse Now: Global Warming

Vast quantities of Antarctic ice are collapsing into the sea, something that scientists are fearful is signalling the early stages of unstoppable disintegration.

With the Arctic permafrost melting, the crypt known as the Doomsday Vault, built to preserve humanity’s food sources after/during an apocalyptic/disaster situation, has flooded.

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Doomsday is every day to those 200 species that go extinct daily, thanks to this culture.

The apocalypse is now. It isn’t God, invaders from Mars, zombies, galactic alignment, geomagnetic reversal, or even Donald Trump. It’s dehabitation, development, mass extinction, oil culture, agriculture, global warming and more. It’s the ecological collapse we are living through.

Wishful thinking, positivity and green-tech isn’t going to stop what is already happening, or work as long term “sustainable” solutions.

Loving Your Kids And Loving Wild Nature: Words From A Voice For Eco-Extremism

Abe Cabrera, though not a member of the Eco-Extremist milieu, is one of the most active voices for the movement, through both the Atassa blog and the journal Atassa: Readings in Eco-Extremism.

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Originally titled as Once more, on being a nihilist parent on his personal blog Cabrera writes about his children and wild nature (full text below).

“Of all of the criticism that I have received in the past few days, little of it merits a response other than what I already have stated. To be honest, I can foresee that, from here on out, all criticism will be met by copy-and-past jobs from other texts to which we answered the same criticism. But one critic asked, “Don’t these people have families, etc.?” Well yes, we do. And to answer very briefly:

We didn’t get seven billion people on the planet by acting like ITS. We didn’t burn down forests because we wanted to carry out indiscriminate attacks, we didn’t slaughter the peoples who lived in them because we were nihilists. Oil spills don’t happen because people are psychopaths. “Feminicides” don’t cause smog. The extreme defense of Wild Nature doesn’t glue people to screens and make them blissfully unaware of all of the problems that are going on around them… The tactic of any dishonest critic is to project their own sins on the object of criticism. Eco-extremism didn’t destroy the planet. Solidarity did. Morality did. Cooperation did. Love did. Yes, love, that nice fuzzy feeling that supposedly will save us all. “All men are brothers plighted…” If only my heart expands to encompass the whole universe, I can save all of my brothers (and sisters and non-binary siblings, let’s be inclusive here.)

I love my children so I’ll fight for a better life… until repression happens, then I’ll stop and just do what I’m told. I’ll oppose capitalism so I can give my children a better future… but I have to put food on the table right now. Marx doesn’t pay my bills. I’ll oppose civilization that makes my children sick… but my children need medical care now so I won’t oppose it too much, maybe tomorrow… and on and on and on… A “better future” is a gamble: nothing ventured, nothing gained. And the chips one plays with are one’s children. And you realize why no one wants to play.

So there you go. The reason I do what I do, why I’m like an eco-extremist booster or whatever, is the same reason that I am a parent, or has a lot to do with it. Because I will crawl over anyone and everything to give my kids what they need. I will tear to shreds whoever tries to hurt them. I won’t hesitate to give them whatever they need to prosper in the techno-industrial context. Now multiply me by 3.5 billion, and you see a little problem. Or rather, you see the world that we have now: full of healthy, vaccinated, well-fed human beings wrecking every last nook and cranny of the world and thinking about going into space so they can wreck that too… A society without a future filled with young people expecting a future: this can only end badly. A society where people love their children so much they will wreck the only world their children have to give it to them, not realizing they’re just committing suicide. We’re just dumb apes running on Stone Age software at the end of the day.

So yes, if the eco-extremists or any other sickos come near my kids, of course I would fight them to the death. But I am not proud of that. I am certainly not proud of it to the extent that I will stop doing any of this. Hyper-civilized society gave me a certain set of mental tools to work with, and all of these tell my that my well-being, as well as the well-being of those I love, is predicated on their eventual destruction, and the destruction of the only life worth living. So what am I to do? Lapse back into wishful thinking, think this is some sort of moral and not a physical problem? Double down on the values and morality that got us here in the first place? Or tell the truth? That’s a tough one. But I’ve always been stubborn, I suppose.”