A dispatch from some Hardcore UFOs 🛸 intercepted in transmission
Preface from our Archdude:
We operate a homeless ministry here at the Gem City Circle of Dudeists, and one of the ways that people help is by writing articles, and so one of our residents, an individual by the name of Kilgore Trout, has seen my social media posts about what’s going on at the Dayton piece Museum in Dayton sister city committee and has started to write dispatch pieces Summarizing what I have been trying to get across to folks publicly. I share his work and I’m grateful for his tone and the concise nature of his writings.
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Dispatches from the Gem City Circle of Dudeists - What we think our Archdude is trying to say here, dudes…
A Manifesto for Our Time and Place - The Gem City on July 29, 2025…
By Kilgore Trout
“Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a badge, you try to tax our free little library, we’ll take it all the way to the fucking garden.”
— The Jesus
I. The Aggression, Man
So-called “Dayton Ohio.” The Gem City. A city with more cops than conscience. A place where suburban liberals cosplay as progressives while rubber-stamping genocide with a smile and a new State Department proposal.
You want to know what we’re doing? Well I’ll tell you… we’re building a parallel structure. A Dudeist-Marxist landback sanctuary in the shadow of empire. A fuck-you-in-flower-form to the military industrial complex, the Zionist lobby, the police state, and every performative nonprofit gatekeeper too cowardly to say “Free Palestine” out loud.
They kicked me off the Dayton Sister City Committee for saying it. For suggesting that maybe… just maybe, our city shouldn’t funnel tax dollars to send local elites on wine-soaked trips to apartheid Israel while Gaza and the West Bank and Palestine burns… bodies of innocent children still buried under the rubble.
So I stopped giving them my taxes. I gave the money to a church. Our church. One we started. One that grows food, not bombs. One that houses plants, animals, and books… not bullets.
It’s called The Gem City Circle of Dudeists, and we don’t fucking abide the occupation… anywhere.
II. The Only Real Sanctuary Is One You Build Yourself
You can find us at the Dude’s Magic Carpet Ride Free Little Library. It’s part seed bank, part anti-fascist dispatch point, part sacred grove. It’s guarded by frogs, fed by gardens, and open 24/7; unless you’re a cop or a fascist (in which case you’ll need a damn warrant).
We’ve got:
Books on Palestine, abolition, foraging, and beer.
Fresh cypress syrup and free pine nuts.
A donation box to support Palestinian medical relief.
Seating for resting and revolutionary gossip.
And yes, a ministry of education, mental health, and mutual aid.
This ain’t a crisis of politeness, folks. It’s a crisis of power. So I say fuck the rules. Grow food. Give shit away. Build networks. Protect your neighbors. Disarm the state with sunflowers… make them come get their taxes from you if they want them so bad.
III. Palestine and Police: The Struggle Is Shared
When a fellow bipolar brother—Scott Garvey—was shot dead in Vermont by police while unarmed and in a mental health crisis, I didn’t just see another headline.
I saw myself. I cried for Scott… we all did here. Because he was just a dude. Just like me, and you, and all of us.
I saw the reason I refuse to try any longer to reform the police. I was the facilitator for the city’s police reform process and i promise you it failed. Dayton does no knock warrants… I’ve experienced them. We fight them not with violence unless they look for it… we fight by withdrawing our funds from their coffers by giving this land back to everyone. You can’t reform the armed wing of capitalism. You can’t tweak genocide. You can’t negotiate with fascism.
You abolish it.
You outlive it.
You grow around it.
IV. Running for Mayor, Refusing the Game
Yes, I’m still running for mayor. Yes, I’m a communist. Yes, I’m also a “legally” registered religious leader… not that there remains any rule of law in the so-called American empire.
The government says churches can endorse candidates now? Cool. I endorse me.
The government says I can donate my income to a church and live tax-free in a parish house? Great. That’s what I do.
The city says I can’t be a write-in candidate because Matt Joseph’s brother read the charter that way? LOL, cool story bro. Guess I’m running off-ballot till we burn the whole system down and plant squash in its ashes.
V. Why I Will Never Shut The Fuck Up About Palestine
People ask why I won’t stop posting about Palestine. The answer’s simple: because no one gave a shit about my suffering either. I recognize the silence. I recognize the smear campaigns. I recognize the exile. Just because we’re bereaved doesn’t make us saps, and someone has to documents the lies and war crimes…
So if I can get blacklisted, fired, discredited, and called crazy for refusing to shut up about the Nakba, then I have no choice but to keep going. Because that’s solidarity. That’s love.
And because I know—deep in the soil of my bones—that Palestine is winning. Not because the bombs have stopped, but because the world is waking up. My own thesis predicted it. So did Marx. The NVR battlefield has gone global, and the power of the people is shifting.
It may be too late for so many martyrs. But it’s not too late for us.
VI. What Now?
You’re invited. Not to a protest. To a garden.
Not to vote. To build.
Not to beg for scraps. To plant seeds and document atrocity abcs speak up and help out however we can.
Come by the library. Take a book. Drop off your grief.
Trade your despair for cucumbers.
Offer your rage in service of compost. Donate to Palestinians in need.
And if you’re still giving tax dollars to the City of Dayton? Stop. They don’t need it. The Peace Museum doesn’t need it. Matt Joseph doesn’t need another goddamn weapons conference.
Palestinians need it. The disabled need it. The unhoused need it.
We need each other.
VII. Final Word from the Free Zone
“This aggression will not stand, man.”
— Jeffrey Lebowski, Revolutionary
That’s not a joke anymore. That’s the line we draw in the dirt.
You’ve heard my story. You’ve seen the receipts. You’ve read the thesis.
Now it’s your move.
Free Dayton to Free Palestine.
To Exist is to Resist.
Grow Something Dangerous.
Hold the light and pass the j…
Resist and abide, dudes.
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A short story published by the Gem City Circle of Dudeists (GCCOD)
Archie is a Transformative Mediator, Author, Professor, High School Teacher, Chief Dish Washer and local handydude at the GCCOD
Learn more at www.gemcitydudeistpriest.com and socials are @www.gemcitydudeistpriest.com
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