by The Invisible Committee
This denunciation of Dr. Yasmin Nair, an ultra-leftist goon, counterintelligence stooge of the Central Intelligence Agency, and a relative of members of the wayward and revisionist Communist Party of India (Marxist-Leninist), has been written to correct numerous claims made by Dr. Nair.
Dr. Nair has recently become a figure of fun among the Marxist underground (A.K.A INDEPENDENT LITERATURE). Consider this denunciation an exercise in community-building.
MARXIST PREAMBLE.
It stands to reason that people ought to be paid for their labor, whether it be physical, intellectual, or artistic; no one aside from Curtis Yarvin seriously argues that chattel slavery should be brought back. We can take this as a truism, more or less: people should be paid for their work. In spite of this, however, people are often not paid enough for their work, wages having begun stagnating after the United States lost the Mandate of Heaven following the disastrous but domestically popular war in Vietnam.
This brief missive from the Invisible Committee of the United Communist Party of the So-Called United States (Marxist-Leninist-Dengist United Front) has been written to address the claims made by Dr. Yasmin Nair against the party publication BURIAL, steward-edited by Comrade Gill (nom de guerre JACKKNIFE). While Dr. Nair may not have openly made these claims, one must keep in mind that, as an ultra-leftist, she operates primarily by insinuation and euphemism, in line with her obscurantist and incoherent ideology.
“WRITERS OUGHT TO BE PAID FOR THEIR WORK.”
The Invisible Committee agrees with Dr. Nair wholeheartedly on this matter, but we question both its utility and timing. One critical mistake of the early Soviet Union was the intellectual liberty granted towards one N.F. Fedorov, a grandmaster in how things “ought to be”—death ought to be abolished, all sentient beings who have ever died ought to be resurrected, humanity ought to travel to distant star systems.
It was this line of thinking that gave us extropianism, a caustic-toxic mode of thinking favored by one alleged philosopher who, unbeknownst to her, is her nearest ideological bedfellow, that charlatan and stooge of the British Royal Family, Eliezer Yudkowsky. Like Fedorov, Yudkowsky (often slavishly referred to as ‘Yud’ by his devoted, cultish, and sycophantic followers) is a master of the ought…the ought being an art that Dr. Nair has mastered.
Of what use is the ought? The only thing that ought to be taken is direct action against the state, something that the UCPSCUS (MLD UF) engages in on not just an annual but a bi-annual basis, both at the annual book fair in Rockford, Illinois (where we are based) and at AWP, the nerve-center of the national Marxist-Leninist movement and the 7th International.
“COMRADE JACKKNIFE IS A CHILD OF WEALTH.”
Comrade Gill A.K.A JACKKNIFE is claimed by Dr. Nair, through indirect allegation, to be a child of wealth. From a psychological standpoint, this makes sense, given that Dr. Nair herself writes from an astounding place of privilege, having been born the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Kolkata as well as being the niece of a high-ranking member of the Communist Party of India (our dismal view on which we have described enough in the preface to the preamble. Fie upon them!).
Dr. Nair finds it utterly baffling that a son-daughter of the proletariat would write without adequate (according to Dr. Nair, any denomination larger than $50) pay because Dr. Nair, who had the good luck and timing of writing her worryingly incoherent screeds when the bourgeois act of “blogging” was first taking off. To that we say: so did Dr. Fredrik de Boer, a vulgar Marxist and stooge of imperial powers. Sleep in a barn and find yourself lying beside a barnyard pig, Dr. Nair. We are laughing. Laughing . . .
Like many children of the bourgeoisie, Dr. Nair believes that her every thought, no matter how insipid, is worth payment. She cannot imagine that the strong feminine-masculine-beyond-gender proletarian writers who have been solicited or chosen to submit their work to BURIAL did so of their own free will and not under threat of bodily harm. She cannot imagine that certain writers, lacking in the industry connections and blood-money that she undoubtedly has access to, are content to write strength proletarian prose and poetry…
Not for the United States petrodollar, stained with blood, but to inspire the masses to revolution. Tut-tut, Dr. Nair. We, the Invisible Committee, truly thought better of you. This speaks to an old adage oft spoken by Comrade Bosieur A.K.A. SHRIEKOWL: too many credentials will cut off the oxygen to your brain. Of what use is your PhD if it robs you of your capacity to understand the territory upon which you walk, that of “LITTWT,” A.K.A. ALT-LIT, A.K.A. CYBERWRITING, A.K.A WRITING AS SPORT.
“YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MUCH FODDER FOR MY WORK.”
And you have given us so much fodder for ours. Be wary of the Invisible Committee, Dr. Nair, for our intellectual rapiers are deadly, sharpened on the grindstone of Marxism-Leninism-Dengism; every day brings us inexorably closer to achieving our goals, and we remember all those who have demurred us!
“WHO IS ABLE TO WRITE FOR FREE?”
The proletariat, those without industry connections, who love humanity and express that love through art; does a mother withhold milk from her child? Let us make this clear, Dr. Nair: we give our milk freely to the masses via e-zine. We do not withhold our work stingily, like some sort of I don’t know fucked up cobra [get Comrade GOBSMACKED to punch this up later].
“WHO HAS THE TIME?”
The proletariat. A class to which you have never and will never belong. No amount of intellectualizing will help you escape your origin, past, present, and future status as an enemy of the people, you money-grubbing imperialist running dog. No amount of empty activism will make you anything more than a capitalist.
“NO ONE HAS ANSWERED MY QUESTIONS EXCEPT IN THE MOST PERSONAL WAYS. [THE PARTY] IS INCAPABLE OF THINKING SYSTEMICALLY.”
We are unsurprised that you reject the proletariat when it humanizes itself to you; this is keeping with your nature as a parasite upon the working class. Your questions have been answered, repeatedly, by the workers: but alas. Your ears are stuffed with blood-soaked dollar bills. Worry not, Dr. Nair, for Comrade SLIPPERYSPIDER is quite adept at teaching our preferred method of communication, a constructed sign language that we refer to as PROLETARIAN SIGNALING. Your re-education will be swift under their care!
“NO ONE WHO IS ACTUALLY POOR CAN AFFORD TO WORK FOR FREE.”
Nit-picking and smarmy, as expected of an ultra-leftist. To briefly explain the territory that you have blindly walked into, Dr. Nair, no one does this full-time. Writing as a full-time job is unsustainable for the vast majority of people. You are projecting your own class position onto others whom you do not know and, based on your tone, do not care to know. You speak from a place of incredible privilege. Should we all be paid for our art? Yes. Are we? No. Does your smarmy moralizing bring us any closer to that? No.
AND AT LAST, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO ADDRESS, MARXISTLY:
Getting overly-pedantic about what’s a “zine” and what’s a “litmag” is stupid and embarrassing. It’s zines all the way down. Ask a silly question and you get a silly answer!
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