Why I Am an Artist

The military beast gets hungry. It feeds on war, and medals. It needs to express itself. So do I.

As an artist, I can speak in abbreviated form. As an artist, I can count on my friends to support by work and not destroy me in the process. Friendship comes on a level plane for an artist. That plane is paper.

I have met with: The Chief of Defence Staff of the Canadian Forces, Gen. Rick Hillier, in person and looked into his blue eyes and told him I needed to speak to him in private. He said he would, but never did. Who can I trust if not our General? So I left. I emailed Daniel Richter my resignation letter, he flew to Vienna and discussed the matter with me in person…on camera. My conclusion to him after many thoughts was: Beauty is Dead.

The Third Reich is winning in Vienna. Read the Kronen Zeitung ever? And Vienna is a cultural capital. We have balls in Vienna! I said it therefore I’m done.

I am an ARTIST. It is hard to imagine someone would define themselves by their profession. Isn’t it?

I am no longer an officer. I hate the officer class! It reduces the Non-Commissioned Member class at every chance it gets, and requires rank and custom to reinforce that arbitrary divide.

Fuck the officer class! All over the world. If I disappear it will not be without a bang.

Remember Argentina! Remember Chile! Remember the wars of the past century! Not just the 5th of November. The 5th of November makes you forget all other days of war we have seen these past 7 years.

People of the world! Lend me your ears! A Holocaust is before us! One not opposed by anyone else. Even they have been exterminated by the dusts of history. All nations are up in arms, and a leader is missing.

I have met with: the former High Commissioner for Human Rights, H.E. Mary Robinson. I spoke into her pale brown hair and green eyes. We must meet again, Mrs. Robinson.

I have met with: the President of South Africa, H.E. Thabo Mbeki. On several occasions and length I explained to him the important of African and Canadian work towards the solutions of racisms. He treated me with respect, and accepted my declaration.

I have spoken in great detail with academic around the world: Prof. Desmond Morton (the famed Canadian Military Historian), Prof. Joel Sokolsky (Dean of Arts at the Royal Military College of Canada), and Prof. Noam Chomsky (International Best-Selling Author, and Prof. at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology).

I am indeed only twenty-five years old. My eldest brother was chosen Baltimorian of the Year. My family is large and influential. We have links to the former Empress of Iran.

It I should disappear, it will not be without noise. But if I should be listened to the music will be heard across the world.

My job is to organize the Second International Youth Summit for the World Conference Against Racism, Racial Discrimination, Xenophobia, and Related Intolerance. I know the nuance of a word couched in global matters. I think the voice of young people like I was when I organized the first one, should be heard louder than ever before. This is the last chance the world has to express itself against September Elevenism in a constructive and positive way. As Isaiah Berlin best put it, men must be led by positive conceptions of liberty.

The need for this is greater than ever before, and I need your support to carry it through to it completion in South Africa in 2009.

We must unite our conscious minds against the beasts that overrun our sewers.