North Carolina Unscene, an Image before the Storm (beta)

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-In a way, Anonymous Radio seeks to chip away at the rigidity of a culture that can’t imagine it’self being ‘one of you guys, or one of them.’ an imagined dichotomy, self securing measure to the fearful masses that resent self control. Fear of becoming insane, fear of being displaced from time on a rapidly moving train. What would it take to jump off and get stuck there?

Upon our deployment to NC we were aquainted with a number of homeless who must have identified us as undercover reporters.

Our few saved gems from the 2 months in Asheville can pretty much be summed up as follows:

https://old.bitchute.com/video/decisiTiBOIL/ Charlotte

https://old.bitchute.com/video/NjvPwMdijIuh/ Asheville Downtown

https://old.bitchute.com/video/YRQVUtbwhu6p/ Skate Biltmore

https://old.bitchute.com/video/4f1u8r4GNVCV/ Skate Asheville, NC

https://old.bitchute.com/video/9QNKfKfAolcE/ The Homeless People Farm of Asheville

The classism was big issue, my limited, ill-defined perspective as an outsider and a streetwalker by nature; division, an ever changing culture shaped by greed and large corporations, between the rich and poor. 15 years ago property was affordable and the culture more hospitable dare I say, or was told to me by one Chicago transplant. A large internet motivated diaspora has driven money from one sector of the population into the only place it can go: real estate. He who does the Donald Trump thing best gets to keep his reign of monopoly through the Dark Ages. There is quite literally nothing else to invest in in the city of Asheville.

Asheville has been listed on every top 15 list from restaurants to retail, art, parks and job offers but when we got there the vibe was depressed. The city, and the surrounding East side especially was a stack of needles, and we got chased around a few times… lulz.

Downtown was a tramp trap.

Plus lots of homogenized, cackling tourists…

A slumlord offered an 850 a month joint to one of our crew after awkwardly molesting his hand for a minute…

Shell gas stations are an excellent place to meet your future housemates…

Bears will rape ya… and a family of three hit our tent twice before sleeping an underpass for the remaining two weeks. They followed us to the underpass. It turns out they had become famous the past 2 years for scouring this very East side hood a block surrounding Walmart.

#OccupyUnderpass

Nice place… reminded the writer of another dimensional reality where Bangor Maine grew to 4 times it’s current size of a population no more than 40k.

Tribes of nomadic junkies living under bridges among what amount to at this point dare I say decorative degrees of trash picked through by death squads looking for salvage, marching in threes and fours twice weekly by our underpass encampment, usually around 3am.

Where can it go? One person can do a take out run by midnight but groups draw attention. There was a Lowes a block away and security patrolling every lot to prevent ‘illegal dumping’ or stealing, or sleeping. Literally illegal sleeping.

Wonder if the security guard drowned…

Bamboo trees who served their life cycle, having propagated, begin to die. Others grow, a so-called ‘invasive species’ in their stead. Shoots crop up over night.

I’d be more concerned with injuries caused by floating needles in the flooding to come…

We had been informed by a local from the Chicago area originally, that contamination had been flowing in from East TN and he noticed silver particles in the water flow on the East Side of Asheville. We meant to return to run water tests on the area. The rain in Charlotte made the writer flu like and lethargic.

A pool.. of needles and dead bodies…

A newly formed lake…

Asheville as of late has become a non-stop cyclotron of consumer activity.

Now it’s just… a cyclone.

The locals we spoke with claim the number one issue in Asheville to be a change of culture and a culture of greed.

Go figure…

That and a lot of sex trafficking on the East Side.

At 20 minutes in we spoke with a homeless man who eagerly approached us to warn of the cultures of traffickers in the hood. Our camera man who was curious to hear how gingers are considered MOST valuable targets—great…

https://www.bitchute.com/video/decisiTiBOIL/

An image of literally every bridge underside…

The economy in this region never recovered from the C19 economic impact caused by fascist lockdowns…

“Appalachian Microaggressions’ as referred to by the homeless are the weird and repetitive passive aggressive noises made by locals you pass on these sidewalks if they don’t like the way you look, the tint of your whiteness, clothes, person might just be having a bad day projected back at you… we tried to capture some of these ‘pffft’ noises and turn a beat box. The song was intended to be called Asheville Shuffle, but failed to do so due to lack of Willpower…

One Asian kid made a grunting noise at the bus driver, because the driver missed his stop a half a block back…

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”

“Plastic shit for plastic people”

One construction worker spoke to us about a story of a woman with kids, a job and a husband and months rent paid ahead–packed her belongings and left in the dead of night. Common. Jumped ship. Nice little downtown condo too…

We volunteered for a couple weeks at a local food line. The homeless seemed at least well stocked for resources. Few cities welcome the homeless to come indoors like actual human beings during the day and charge devices. And sleep… in lobby, in warmth and dry. Next door twice a day are distributed food boxes at the Ministries. (225 Patton Ave.) Wednesday is clothing day and ‘grab a cup a joe in the morning with community meal,’ day beyond said lobby, in the pews out back. Brand new housing developments weaseled in under the guise of affordable housing, now sit newly constructed directly across from the food lines mockingly.

The plans for the new housing changed suddenly to serve only middle income earners…

The issue is “incompetence” said the word went round concrete. Could that be trusted? Another homeless man claimed that ‘white privilege’ is why he’s not being considered for housing at this time… (a white man himself) Why after so many a year are you out here? Another cat wearing a Minor Threat t-shirt working the clipboard stated that he just digs the food, and it’s nice to only have to work 6 hours a day. Above his punk rock promotion, sported the sign man T with that ‘sign up to vote’ blue that supposedly only a lawyer would wear. Even the bums were suspicious and asked me to question him. Who really is the things they wear anyway? Why must us prisoners identify with so many uniforms? Don’t be so easy to manipulate as to assume one’s clothing truly make a man.

What if I dressed like a lawyer on my way to a shootout? Would you notice my AK? Appearances aren’t everything…

On the surface… I might have stayed, I’d probably be dead now… Hurricane relief is pretty lucrative. Just saying. No one you’d want to work for was really hiring.

On top of this tunnel is a hill with half a dozen or so more encampments. (found that out the hard way)

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Was this the exponential we were warned of? More home bums, more large corporations, more traffic…. more… Hurricanes? Worse ones, perhaps every year rather than that storm of the decade.

“We can treat you like a hostage, you don’t wanna be one of them, Hoodlums do yer…” (fabricated dialogue)

I got called a Hoodlum a few times randomly while on my way out from the Walmart, by Walmart staff, yes, a Walmart worker… and of all choice projections of self hatred, the word had to be ‘Hoodlum.” (actual experience)

Besides being a place which uses old timey words either by force of habit or ironically, Asheville was huge on the beard scene. Or at least “I have a great beard, I’m not sure why she doesn’t want me…” scene.

Advice Strategically: Take higher ground than one’s adversary.

Roving meth hoards patrol nightly like death squads seeking resources in the streets and punching garbage bags for remaining food… no I’m not making this shit up. Sometimes it was bears… sometimes it was foragers.

Ariel view of the shopping prison compound plus mountainscape. (East Side)

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Something felt very wrong in Asheville and before anybody from afar could see it, it got buried or corralled off and away in order to maintain a highly insured and controlled environment. The rich were as maggots feeding on rotting flesh.

The cops drove our cameraman off a spot he was flying with cardboard just for kicks to see what happens. What happened is we got booted by a red faced, bearded cop who skipped the beat on the cats up the road at Walmart and within 15 minutes, a crack dude with a cooler and a girl in booty shorts looking for hookups was standing at our corner. Cops drive on…

Rings of prostitution, drug sales, hotels riddled with cultures of drug users, potential police involvement.

Asheville… has been cancelled.

We decided to jump on a bus to Charlotte after urban camping here in Assville for two months.

Charlotte is a city of 800k+ versus Boston’s 650k.

Wonder if that Tesla is still around…

Besides being followed into bathrooms three times a week by dudes who looked like they watch tranny porn online with Alex Jones in the background, Charlotte in our hood was an unoccupied zone. The no-man’s land where we were stationed was on the East Side (again) a few blocks away from where one Sam Haugh went missing. Trafficking. Meets the profile. High value target, easily seduced into faux relationship with culprit over Facebook, traffickingbook. Why wait in your mom’s shady hotel in Fairfield for the subject to turn 18 only to stage a move? You see him walk passed every day on his way to someone… prolly a worse person who gets him high… Alotta effort but back then they figure a few others already on the chain, yet still this one you gotto work with a little. Trans and Andro under 30’s are worth uber times more in the markets, slave trades that are taking over our cities without reporting from the mainstream and possible participation in fact by the alternative mainstream. The mocking and marginalization for example by the right wing. The term ‘rapist’ is used frequently. They marginalize gay people for purpose only suggested here.

Just a theory… don’t take what we say… repetition is suspicion.

NODA, The Plaza… little Islands of Hope. Upcycle, art supplies for cash. Video rental stores and cafes where people under 175 years old still smoke weed and pound 16 OZ’ers. This is where he dropped the writer off after pitching a 20… the cash was unwarranted, but he liked what we do and represent: “you know this counter culture stuff you do doesn’t exactly make alotta cash…” He wanted to be my comrade and talk poker sometime but his deetz were fishy so graciously bade him farewell in the long term, regrettably. He said he felt like a prisoner and regretted college. He has a girl and toxic family being slowly cut out of his life so there’s more room for kids. He’s invested a lot in this trip and doesn’t wanna bug out west yet.

People with kids who’d sell them for a bus ticket out, people without who think children will save them, a new life, purpose; misguided by want, angst maybe. Jobbers quitting and quitters seeking. What is happiness? Is it our goal and what value does a society have that can’t provide it even as a tertiary plot device?

-“It’s all just a ride…” -Bill Hicks