I submit the delightful little site known as SMBIVA has arrived at a
decisive nodal moment. In fact it's prolly been treading water there
for many months now.
The call for a disengagement from the two party bumper-pool gig that
was its orginal mission statement has by steps both intended and
unintended arrived at
the cult of strategic disengagement not just from two-party ballot
boxing but from politics in the grander sense.
SMBIVA has cast its lot with the stateless nihilists, the bottom-up
spontaneous pure negationists.
Now this is far from a barren outcome.
Indeed just saying "nyet" has its big moments in the long and
winding human pageant. The dynamic of class history within state-centered
societies, looked at consistently from one side, is nothing but a series of
untimely timely negations.
Change -- forward change, at least -- must take concrete form; and that
requires something more then mere "nyets" and yes, a certain sense that human
society is travelling somewhere we might want to go.
Nothing here recently seems calculated to produce even attempts at
forward motion -- not even the prefiguring toy models of fantasy
that might spark the needed new and terrible forms of society-wide struggle.
Forms? Yes; as in, effective vehicles of struggle. Is it really idiotic to
strive for something beyond simple burps born of a cultivated bile?
I suggest we leave the burping and belching to lists like those of
Dougwood Hen and the Lulu Lolly Project.
Perhaps the useful transferable value of this exercise was the one
damn thing I despise most: a self-realization.
Operating here over the last several years, at least for this one
participant, in the end has only brightened the light shining on one
all too too obvious reality:
I leave here with an even keener sense of personal limitations,
extended quite accurately to protracted unsublated small-circle
That in itself is perhaps a gift of fortune important for any of us to
If however we insist for ourselves there is forever only the choice
between a small circle of unlikely minded co-chatterers...
a bicker box of ceaseless babbling and strutting... an ever-more
familiar vessel full of unmeasured unneighborly vitriol,
and the morally bankrupt alternative:
a cool cage of unhumble solitude... blissfully off line... where an
atheistic anchorite can smolder away into final ashes...
That's a choice worthy of Hell itself.
And if in fact this bus has brought its riders here, what a perfect
opportunity to call "everybody off"!
I suppose SMBIVA could rededicate itself to its inceptual mission,
particularly as we approach yet another major election cycle.
One shudders in self-wounding glee at what might be mustering over the
But at any rate the present condition of inner-absorbed strategic
nihilism that has siezed the high ground here
calls out for change. SMBIVA! Either go back, or call it "over" --
even if, like Father Smiff's Antinous, IOZ, you're not yet "Soooo