is a journal of life and death in the post-humanitarian United States of America. Its context is our subjugation by Ayn Rand capitalism -- infinite greed elevated to ultimate virtue -- the Bhopal-deadly dogma under which obscenely wealthy tyrants are imposing on our nation the paradigm of governance by which they typically rule abroad: absolute power and unlimited profit for themselves, bottomless poverty and zero-tolerance oppression for all the rest of us. Now -- exactly as Third World peoples have suffered for centuries -- we of the 99 Percent are being methodically reduced to serfdom, bankrupted by the outsourcing of our jobs. We are intellectually downsized by inferior schools and sensationalist media; we are psychologically terrorized by manufactured crises both foreign and domestic. The One Percent -- the Ruling Class -- knowingly destroys the environment upon which our lives depend and increasingly condemns us to the de facto slavery of sweatshop labor -- if indeed we are allowed to work at all. Where once we lived in a realm presumably founded on precepts of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, now the robber barons who have nullified our constitution and subverted our democratic processes declare our worth measured only by the extent to which we are exploitable for profit. Thus as soon as we become elderly, disabled or otherwise unprofitable, we are flung away like broken machines and condemned to slow extermination by deliberate neglect and abandonment. The One Percent perfected these measures and built its prototype Moron Nation -- the state of conditioned helplessness and hopelessness it now seeks to impose on us all -- in the post-Civil-War South. That is also where capitalism perfected Christian theocracy as its brain-police and organized the Ku Klux Klan -- colloquially known as “the Saturday Night Men’s Bible-Study Class”-- as its original death squad. Now as then, the Ruling Class belittles our demands for justice as the product of “Outside Agitators” but retaliates with job terminations, lockouts, mass arrests, torture and homicide whenever we resist. Though I was always a nonconformist, considered a “beatnik” even during my final high school years, my personal history of overt resistance did not begin until June 1963, when I was jailed in Knoxville, Tennessee for my public support of the Civil Rights Movement. Though the trumped-up charges against me were soon dismissed, the racist hatefulness continued unabated, provoking three retaliatory murder attempts I survived by a combination of exceptional handgun skill, superior driving ability and most of all the vigilant protection provided by a beloved German shepherd named Brunhilda. Infuriatingly, the last of these attacks, in August 1964, cost dear Brunhilda her life. It is in her memory I defiantly embrace the Outside Agitator label. It is a choice all the more appropriate given that art under patriarchy -- whether capitalist or socialist -- is always revolutionary agitation, and the artist whether male or female is therefore always an Outside Agitator.