“A short life and a merry one, that’s my motto. It’s all the optimism I can muster. The world owes us nothing more than this. Take what you will and then die before you live to see yourself made a fool.”
-A fictional representation of Bartholomew “Black Bart” Roberts, Pirate

“I’ve labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you’ve tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches.”
-Charles “Black Bart” Boles, Stagecoach Robber

“In Courts and Palaces [Belial] also Reigns
And in luxurious Cities, where the noise
Of riot ascends above their loftiest Towers,
And injury and outrage: And when Night
Darkens the Streets, then wander forth the Sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.”
-John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book I

Tucked away in the Willamette Valley, surrounded by ancient forests, implacable mountains, and more sites of violent death than you can shake a rattle at, stalks a figure possessed by the very fire of revolution and independence. This man or beast, the King of Spades made flesh, is known as Black Bart. A name invoking the spirits of outlaws past, rallying comrades through time itself. A shrouded champion of the west and the unyoked lands and peoples it once held. Fathered by Belial and raised by bitter poverty, only capitalists, statists, and fascists need fear this being’s wrath.

Warrior, magician, trickster, gambler, journalist, all around rogue. All amateur but what is there that could substitute a voracious appetite for knowledge? I’ll happily sit down with damn near anyone for a handle of whiskey, a hand of Blackjack, a toss of Liar’s Dice, a jaunty song, a telling of fortunes, or any combination of these.

Or maybe you need one more body for your flag burning, riot “protest”, or other declarations of freedom, all you need do is reach out. If it’s not in my power to join in, I’ll get the word around for others to get in on the fun. Got racists/pigs/battle-slaves/malign spirits causing woe and grief? Just gimme a call! I’ll exorcise ’em all!

For those concerned about where exactly I fall upon the ideological landscape, I sit happily under the combined umbrellas of Insurrectionism, Illegalism, and Egoist-Communism. If that ruffles your plumage, best get to steppin’.

Until then, just keep on truckin’ (with daemons).