An Anarchist Nation

An Anarchist Nation

Recently it seems a lot of people have asked me what my political stance is. I can see how people would get confused; I support the troops but not the government, I am Liberal on some issues and conservative on others, I’ve been called a Black Republican and a White Democrat. Hell I support strippers but that doesn’t mean I have to like where they work or who they work for.

So I am going to go ahead and set the record straight.

I had to think a lot about this because I never considered my self political in any sence of the work. But for the sake of finding out I really stretched my efforts. I have come to the conclusion, if you must have definitions that I am an Anarchist. Now when I say this I am not talking here about the ripped t-shirt, torn jeans, mowhawked, pierced party punk anarchist who is looking for nothing more than an excuse to act a fucking fool. I am referring to the legitimate political party. Most of this is not going to be terribly political but it is in line with much of what I believe.

In this country it is largely believed that we have these undeniable freedoms and an inalienable right to these freedoms. The actuality though if you look closely is that these freedoms are dependent solely on your ability to fit societies mold. If at any time you step beyond those norms you immediately become a target. Unless you are an out spoken advocate you rarely come onto the government’s radar but you can find oppression in your social circles, place of business, community and possibly within your own family or home. How many times have you suppressed some part of your self at a family or community gathering? You disguise yourself and blend in for the sake of keeping the peace. Where is your inalienable freedom then? It is only those who believe strongly enough in their choices that make the cut. The others crumble and assimilate. Those of us who choose to live outside of societies boundaries must have a clear understanding of our path and we must not be afraid to defend it. Our defense must be clear and knowledgeable and we have to maintain a certain degree of dignity. Anarchy brings this freedom into the light of truth by believing that each is entitled to his own way of life and he is also entitled to network with others who live as he does. In order to garner any type of respect you must have a very high ethical standard and personal responsibility and you must adhere to it. There must be an individual self control and organization; you have to control your own destiny. Anarchy is a belief in political, social, and moral freedom.

Take anarchy from that perspective and you begin to see that there is a lot more going on here than the idea that government is unnecessary. Of course some central core of government is necessary to successfully keep a nation in tact but the control does not have to extend so far. Minimize government control and put choices back into the hands of the public. I believe that people in general are bright enough to choose whether or not something fits their life ideas or not. If you don’t like the movie you can change the station. We truly don’t need our government to dictate to us that this is a “wholesome” lifestyle and this other is not. People are capable of self administration if placed into an environment where taking care of yours is primary.
A nation built on a collection of largely self sustaining Federations and Communities would work with the idea that together we fall under this umbrella but we run our own shit. When the country is in need of warriors, warriors from all quarters answer the call of their own accord. When the nation is in need of resources we pitch in to make things happen. Even within these Federations there are clans, families, and groups all doing their own thing and working together for the greater good of the tribe. A true co-op. This idea does not imply a license for wholesale lawlessness. You are allowed to do as you please but certain laws are set into place for the safety of the whole. You can’t just start up an assassination business, hang your plaque out and start killing people in the streets. Even an anarchist state must have order to survive, but regulation is not order. Order is built out of necessity, regulation is forced control, subjugation to an idea you may not agree with. Government does not need to regulate so much of our lives. We will do a great job without government in our faces.

Well what do you do when you live outside of society’s norm and government is all in your face? Well first of all you can’t take notes from the Branch Davidians. I am talking about living your life as you choose to live it without fear of oppression, not religious psychosis mixed with paranoia and an arms race. You have to keep it legal people. The laws are in place so let’s not ignore them in a vain attempt at frightening people into acceptance. You will be quashed. I repeat you act an ass and they will burn you to the ground. You can’t say that you just want to do you and then become an oppressor your self it’s just hypocritical. Until they do away with them, pay your taxes, call it an operations fee if you must but don’t get crazy. Hold your ground, keep your chin up and be who you are in the face of any and all adversity. Network with those of a like mind and build that trusted tribal community.

How do you reconcile all of this with the fact that as an individual you do what you do but as an American you are proud of your nation? In the face of some tragedy like the Trade Center bombings we rise up in fury in full support of our own. Don’t look at it as a split in ideas, you can have tribal pride and loyalty and still be a fearless patriot. The individual collective should not take away from the national whole; rather it should add something valuable to it. This is true up the line from the small family unit to the national group. If we begin with responsibility for ourselves as a part of this whole we will also take responsibility for our places in each level of cooperation.

Anarchy is often confused with National Socialist Fascists or the Nazis. Fascists are about complete control of the people where anarchy is about little control rather than outright or no control. At one point in my life I termed myself a Fascist because there are just some things I agree with but the more I looked at the actual politics of it I realized that Fascism racial or otherwise is as flawed as Communism. Some will say to me now well if you just called it Libertarianism instead of tying yourself up with British punk bands and roving bands of skin heads you would have less problems. Well Libertarians are concerned more with personal liberties rather than personal freedom. I don’t give a shit about your personal liberty you are at liberty to live as you wish to live and you will never hear me telling you how to do it. I am concerned with your freedom to do so. Until the government raises some of the more ridiculous sanctions and restrictions on our lives our main concern must be a true freedom to live as we wish to live, hassle free.

Be the master of your own person and you will in turn master your domain.

The Great American Brainwashing Machine

The Great American Brainwashing Machine
Ladies and Gentlemen, bring your children along for the greatest spectacle of all time! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Here we have the 10th wonder of the world, bigger than King Kong, Hotter than Johnny Storm, Darker than the Darkest Water. Yes my dear enthralled friends what we have here is the best, the brightest, the shiniest little do dad you have ever had the sheer misfortune to lay your foggy, unfocused, beady little eyes on. This is indeed the marvel of all marvels, a thing fit to put a stop to all human suffering I promise. Right behind this curtain, you can see it for yourself and right now today, for you my friends it is absolutely free. No need to thank me your presence is enough.
Nine times out of ten when you hear the bellowing voice of the carnival barker it would be most wise to keep your money in your pockets, your eyes forward and your feet moving. Sure the draw is enticing and that crumpled and faded dollar bill in your pocket is just itching to be set free. You will find a spectacle of such massive and overwhelming proportion. The spectacle? Your own gullible nature of course. But I am here today to tell you dear reader that I have something to show you, you will be shocked and amazed. So now follow me, if you dare, beyond the curtain and into the truth.
Many of us question the state of our nation. We wonder what has gone so terribly wrong with our men and women, we wonder why our children are lost and out of control. We point our fingers and make outrageous statements and claims as to the cause of our nation’s woes. Is it the sex and violence on television? Is it today’s popular music, maybe the videogames? I am here to tell you that these industries are as much the victims of the real issue as any of the zombies lost in the morass. The real issue has much deeper roots than our choices of entertainment and relaxation. The real problem lies deep within the American culture itself.
Think on this. From a very young age we are constantly bombarded by standardized, manufactured images. These images are specifically designed to target a particular demographic. Women ages 18 to 25, Men ages 30 to 55, Teens ages 12 to 18 the list goes on; no longer people but rather a target group, studied, hunted and placed squarely in the cross hairs of big business. They tell us how we are supposed to look, how we are supposed to think, what we are supposed to eat, wear, watch, drive, sleep on, under and with. They tell us where to shop and how much we are supposed to spend, they feed our weak egos with hopes and dreams of a better future once we have that 1500 dollar 78 inch 16:9 High Definition Digital Quality entertainment center with surround sound and TiVo. They tell us what’s in and what’s so much out; what’s new and improved, better than ever and fresh off the line. And we sit there, soak it up, save our pennies, nickels, and yes even our dimes. We work harder than ever, sleep less, drink more and dance till dawn with Bacardi and Cola. We chase the hot chicks and the hunks, we bun and thigh roll, Tae Bo, five minute ab flatten, pill pop, carb. drop and weight watch. Seems like a great deal of activity, so much to keep up with so much to do if you are going to look like the girl in the ad.
The Ad, an enticement designed to keep you empty in the head following the program and never once stopping to think. No time for that the people who made it obviously know if it’s the best thing or not right? Of course they do, carry on stupid ass. That’s exactly what they expect you to do. Keep your head down, your mouth shut, your eyes closed and your money out. Blend in, don’t stand out. Look like everyone else, talk like everyone else, drive what everyone else is driving. And next year don’t forget to upgrade.
Now we have a nation of mindless consumers, buying because that is what they know how to do. We are a people on the verge of poverty just one week after being on the verge of success. Week after week, day after day struggle and strife and not one fucking clue how to break the cycle. Want a hint dear reader? STOP IT! Take a moment to really look at what you are being told. Think a minute before you make a decision as to which toothbrush you are going to buy. Was it a commercial flash back that put you in front of that 15 dollar spin brush? Do you recognize a pattern in the commercials you don’t mind watching? Is it the music, the images, the overt sexuality that gets your motor running? Look around your house; look at the things you own. Do these things bring to mind any advertisements? Maybe yes maybe no, maybe you are lying.
Think, think, and think!
Think education for a moment here. In our country the numbers are more important than the students. The more students that pass the scholastic tests the more money that district receives. They would like for you to believe that that money is allotted strictly to give your child a better education. Yet because of the standardized tests we allow no room for exploration and experimentation. The true hallmark of intelligence is not in what you can recite, not in what you know, but in how well you can apply what you know to a given situation. Our nation’s students are not given that freedom. They must stick to the curriculum so that they can be certain to score as high as possible on this test that will ask these questions. Nothing more need be learned. This is a real problem and it becomes more and more apparent as the years pass. We have more problem children who are dropping out of school or just not getting the hang. Without some sort of individual attention and encouragement this trend amongst our youth will continue to grow. I cannot place all of the blame on the schools however; they are under legal restraint and are too fucking cowardly to fight about it.
No, you parents are too at fault. You have no time any more to spend with your children doing anything other than sitting in front of the Ad box in your living room, or shuttling your kids off into their rooms so you can relax. You have no idea what they are into and you have the fucking nerve to be outraged when you find GTA San Andreas in their Xbox. Spare me your bullshit indignity because the resources are available. You can take the time to read about what your kids are into and what all of the details are. You are capable but maybe you don’t give a flying shit really. Gotta get that big screen right? No fault of your own though you are as much a victim of this consumerist society as anyone else.
I am not condemning our system here; I am however condemning the people in it. I am condemning our inability to stop for two fucking seconds and think for ourselves. If we change the system will change. It works because we want it to work. It’s convenient, simple, one touch, and easy bake, microwave able, portable, streamlined and user friendly. It also removes all need for higher brain function. Do it because you were told, don’t ask questions, don’t explore the alternatives, don’t research and learn for your self, don’t sing a different song, do a different dance, read a different magazine. Keep on keeping on. The carnival barker is in your face, bellowing. I say keep your money in your pockets, your eyes forward and your feet moving. Don’t fall for the okey doke.
The Great American Brainwashing Machine Directions for use:
Place your unused brains in the bowl, lower the mixer, set to high and leave for the rest of your life.

The Christmas Phallacy

The Christmas Phallacy
And other holiday foibles

Christian, according to the xian masses, means to be Christ like in all you do. To these people Christ was a man who gave his all, including his life, for the people. A martyr in all he did constantly giving of himself. Many Christians claim to strive to live like this man. Based on this foolish notion of perfection and giving the Christian horde has done everything in their power to duplicate this mans supposed charity. To this end they have created everything from soup kitchens to the charity organization, well fare to food stamps, all based on this unfounded idea of love for all mankind, and giving freely to the less fortunate. The Satanist says; see it for what it really is an illusion, a smoke screen set up for social and financial gain. It is without doubt a house of mirrors built by the more fortunate to make them appear the better person to all who can see, and forced into the faces of all who care not to see. The biggest farce of this sort is the holiday, on this scale even the poor feel obligated to spend their money in the name of Christian charity. The worst of the lot is Christmas.

Christmas according to the Webster’s Universal College Dictionary is, “The annual festival of the Christian church commemorating Jesus’ birth, celebrated in the western church on December 25th”. This date has changed numerous times over the centuries since this holiday’s inception and is celebrated on different days completely in other parts of the world. I am sure we have all heard the debates regarding the actual birth date of Jesus so I will not rehash them here. I do, however, feel it necessary to give a very brief outline on the history of Christmas itself.

During the 12th and 13th centuries when the Orthodox Church was making in roads into parts of Europe that remained pagan, they found that many of the people would come to their houses of worship on Sunday yet continue their pagan and magical practices at home. There were a number of festivals held during the year that included one called Yule. This was held during the winter months and was a celebration of the end of harvest and the coming of the New Year. This celebration lasted for a week or more and in some customs included the idea of the death of the Horned God and hope for his rebirth in the spring. The Christian church saw the continuation of these celebrations as a hindrance to their gospel and needed to do something about it. Like they have done in so many rich cultures around the world they actually borrowed the idea of a winter celebration and replaced the Pagan gods with their Jesus; Thus the birth of Christmas.

The celebration of this lie has continued until the present day and shows no sign of dieing anytime soon. The question becomes, how can a holiday based on a lie hold any spiritual or magical merit? It doesn’t, this holiday has grown, in our consumer society, into an over-blown, overt, pretentious excuse for greed and gluttony. It is a Holiday geared towards making the common man a perfect little consumer and big businesses all the more wealthy. The old axiom “strike while the iron is hot” is here in its truest form. All year long the fire is stoked, the bellows pumped and the steel heated, Exactly 24 hours after Thanksgiving (another merit less holiday) the hammer falls and the shopping begins. Suddenly, as if by magic, the wonders of the holiday season bloom around us. Gaudy decoration, flashy lights, pitiful excuses for music (isn’t Rudolph the red nosed reindeer catchy?); candy, fairy tales and the thought of free toys all entice us to "get into the spirit", the spirit of spending. Who wouldn’t be a little bright eyed, giddy, and high off of sensory input to the point of ecstatic empty headed-ness? So we decorate and socialize, we buy gifts for people we hate 364 days of the year and invite them to our homes for parties. We struggle home with an evergreen tree that turns brown and ends up laying in the front yard for a month lonely strands of tinsel shining mutely in the winter sun. This tree pokes, prods and falls on us in our useless war to beautify nature (I would fight too). We risk electrocution and broken bones setting up little colored lights that serve only the purpose of running up the electric bill.

Our children see this carnival from their first year and after that it is all down hill. Every year they expect more of the same and, with the help of the Great American Brain-washing Machine, television; they are introduced to the biggest, best and usually most expensive toys and gadgets. We carry this with us into adult hood feeling compelled and trapped by tradition. We wander around in a mix of annoyance and anxiety, balancing our check-books, re-balancing and then using credit cards as if the word translates from some foreign language into free. And faithfully this is passed on to the children, and they to theirs, in a never ending flux of goggle-eyed buyers of stuff.

All this pain and suffering for what? Many xian’s would ask what of Jesus? I would answer “What of him?” 95% of the people I encounter during this holiday season would claim to be Christian yet les than 1% of them spend any time at all thinking of their god during this time. They don’t so why should I?

This is by no means the only holiday that is profit based. There are the holidays I refer to as Hallmark Holidays. Mothers and Fathers Day, a myriad of other (put name here) Days and Valentines Day. Everyone a manufactured holiday supposedly designed to give you a moment to pay homage to someone who means something special to you. Hogwash! If you have someone that special there is no need for a day where you, along with the rest of western humanity, show your appreciation of that person. It should be a daily thing, a gentle touch, a kiss; a heart felt I Love You, a conversation where you really listen to what the other person is saying. These are all important to a healthy relationship with anyone, not remembering a holiday.

Finally there are the holidays that do have some modicum of meaning left yet I see them also sliding into the morass of consumerism. Holidays like Independence Day, Memorial Day, Veterans Day, and hell even Cinco de Mayo all should hold some special meaning to us as Americans. I remember a time when these celebrations were filled with parades, cotton candy, hot dogs and fireworks that went on all night. Driving down any city street you would find American Flags proudly displayed at every home, every store, every building and you were proud to be an American. Now these holidays are excuses to Bar-B-Cue and make a drunken ass of your self. The Fireworks stands make out like bandits and should you decide to go out and see a fire works display you end up spending 10 dollars on parking, 20 on snacks, and 15 on gas just trying to get back home after a half-assed lackluster fireworks display. Money better spent on dinner and Blockbuster.

I am by no means saying avoid these holidays at all cost. On the contrary, should you be fortunate enough to have associates or family that insist on spending their money on these illusions then by all means indulge. Accept their gifts with huge smiles and loud thanks. Pile up your booty and feel no obligation to reply in turn. It is not your duty you, after all, are a Satanist and do not celebrate these holidays. Go home with a big bag of goodies and a pocket full of money that would have gone to gifts for others, a smile on your face and dreams of next year. I do it every year and every year they buy me stuff, I even turn in a Christmas list. If you have to suffer through it at least make it worth your while. Then of course there is the Egg-Nog, Margaritas, Bar-B-Cue, and parties the best things that have ever happened to the holidays. Indulge.

Many of you may be wondering now if there are any holidays I care to celebrate, and my answer is yes. My birthday is the most important one to me and I pull it off in grand style. Next is All Hallows Eve and All Hallows day, of course. Yes Halloween is also going the way of all the others but at least it is still fun. I also celebrate the anniversary of me and my Left-Hand Woman, which falls on All Hallows Eve, how convenient. Then there are a number of other personal days that I celebrate that would make no difference to anyone but me and the people I celebrate them with.

Yet and still it has to stop somewhere and the brick wall, the immovable object is the Satanist. I may have to acknowledge the existence of such foolishness, I may even take advantage of it, but I don’t have to participate.

Something to Say?

Oft times the essence of a thing is difficult to grasp. Definitions and meanings are simple enough, judgments of a thing made by man. Rules created by the few and followed loyally by the many in order to box and file away our thoughts into convenient compartments, the essence of language and the thread that holds our society together. For ponder what would become of a thing if we could not make ourselves understood? Ruin would befall us; our culture would collapse into chaos and madness. Some would like to think that from the ashes of this a Phoenix would raise a great new world, a Zion fresh and pure. Human nature itself gives lie to this fantasy we are creatures bent on subverting our animal nature and giving only lip service to it while we destroy those weaker than ourselves and force our will upon the world. There are Masters and there are those who serve them. That is the way of things from the poorest country to the richest nation on earth. The very animals we disdain as a lower order of being accept this as an every day part of life why then cannot man do the same? Is it that we hold ourselves to a higher standard? Is it because we know now the difference between right and wrong? No, it is simply that we have allowed ourselves to coddle the weak and stupid. Instead of drowning the mentally unstable we house, feed, and care for them giving them a false sense of belonging. We rescue the down trodden instead of using and discarding them according to their usefulness. We praise foolishness and mediocrity every day and only celebrate true achievement in internet blogs and lifestyle magazines that the vast majority would neither read nor understand should they by some twist of fate come across them. Human beings, by our very nature, strive to make better something that is already working the way it was intended to.We always have to fix something, make it more efficient, faster, bigger, brighter, sexy! It is the carinval of the consumerist world. Flashy lights blaring music and a few drinks and all is well. Distract us O' Lord that we may never have to face the reality of our own failing. In truth we are ment to live with this world not just in it. we are here to explore our selves and expend out minds, spirits and bodies. We are supposed to indulge in the fascination of our sences, we are required to learn from our mistakes and move on and up better than we were before.Some of us, choose to ignore our human nature and instead has decided that this is not right, moral, or according to “gods” law and we endeavor to change this within themselves and others by force or coercion and fail miserably again and again. Humans fail not because we lack the drive to succeed but rather because nature wins out every time, period end of discussion.

This being the case I have chosen to step away from convention and walk a different path. One less traveled and thus open to… interpretation, if you will allow. My path, if you are one of those who need to define things, is rooted in Satanism but largely chaotic in nature, meaning that I will use what is useful and discard that which is not. I should not have to tell you faithful reader to research before you draw your conclusions but I shall in the interest of self preservation. Research Satanism and Chaos Magic, practice and discover for your self then draw your conclusions. Never believe that you know something that you have never stood in the midst of, never taken in and felt. I don't understand being a fag. I just don't and I will never pretend to be able to give homo's a lecture on right and wrong. it is not my place not my right not my business.
We should all strive to think that way. Just because some girl is indulging in her sexuality does not make her any less than that fucking evil bitch who keeps knocking on my front door with a bible in her hand. In my personal estimation the bible bitch is worse. I praise the bravery and sheer openess of the freak. The bible bitch just irritates me. Why? The slut at leaast is providing some service and enjoying her self in the process. It is enjoyable to watch her, fuck her and hear of her exploits. While she may very well have psychological problems or be strung out at least she is not doing what the bible bitch is doing. Forcing her fucking ideas on others. You don't see small groups of sluts knocking on doors passing out their little hey be a slut pamphlets. Nine times out of ten, five out of ten if they are drunk, sluts keep their personal fucking affairs to them selves if for no other reason than fear of persecution. The Fucking bible bitch on the other hand feels like it is not just her duty to spread the lie, sorry the word, But that she has some fucking god given right to accost people on the street, invite herself into your home and pass judgement on how you live! In your face! if the fucking bible bitch was not 80 she would be missing some fucking choppers.
Let's take a vow here and now dear readers. Let's take a stand before it is too late. Let's all accost and persecute the fucking bible bitches of the world! if they accost you on the street, accost them back. if they persecute you in your home, bash their petty little theories and half wit attempts at decoding the bible. What forget your fucking decoder ring bitch? If they hand you a pamphlet tear it to peices before their eyes and hand it back. At least you saved some other poor sap from getting the same one. In other words do what I have been doing for years. STOP BEING SO FUCKING POLITE TO THESE PEOPLE! They are invading your space and being nothing but rude to you. Treat their asses in kind man. Come on buck up!
Unless you are one of them. In that case please take offence to this...Pretty please. I dare you!

The Ritual Reality of BDSM

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The Nigga Moment

Okay get this; I recently was attacked for being black. Not by some racist skinhead white boy with Nazi memoribelia tatted on his arms. Not by some red kneck looser with a wad of chew in his lip and an IQ of 20. No I was attacked by another Black Man. Not some low level street thug, or by some wanna be Hip Hop thugsta, but by a Black Man who claims to be a member of the Nation of Gods and Earths, a 7 percenter no less. Okay I am as astonished as you are dear loyal reader. This Man, I refuse to continue to qualify his race, pretty much told me that I was less than a black man because I don't walk around with a chip on my shoulder holding a grudge against every white face I see. Damn, imagine that. Me the man who belives that 33.3% of the human population should be destroied out right does not hate the herd enough. I should instead narrow my general dislike of mankind, and the things they do, to a hatred of one particular race. Imagine that.
Let me tell you all something before I continue. My father is a Rastafarian from Jamacia. Not an American dred fashion statement. This man was there during the civil rights movement in Jamacia, he told me the tales of blood shed for all people, not just the Black people, there. He told me the truth of Holy Selassie's teachings, he gave me peace in my knowledge of my own struggle as a Black Man in America. My mother was a Black Panther during the civil rights movement in America. Not a woman that wishes she would have been, but a woman who stood shoulder to shoulder with other Black Women strong enough to fight for her right, her childrens right, to be recognized as Americans, to stand and be counted as Americans and for our right to live our lives as we please in America, she fought. She told me of the struggle as she saw it. She told me the truth of what Minister Malcom stood for before the movie came out. She told me what Mumia Jamal used to say, she told me about solidarity in revolution before I had ever heard of Angelu Davis, Marcus Garvey or the Honorable Allija Mohamed. I know my history better than most and I am proud of it. I am Honored and Humbled to be a Black Man today in America because I know that my generation is mostly a joke compared to those before us. We don't truly know what struggle is, we don't truly know what hard work and pain is all about. If you think you do take a step back and look. We are a spoiled and lazy generation.
Where are the Black men who have made it without Sports, Music or Politics? They are out there believe it. They are the ones who have set aside the lime light to follow their dreams and succeed as Entrepenures equal to and greater than any others this country has ever seen. Believe it. Never think to narrow down men to categories perpetuated by modern media and popular cultural myth. If you do you, are as useless as the rest of the herd and you join the 33.3 in my book. I am a Black Man in America who has choosen not to hate my fellow man because of the color of his skin, but instead I hate my fellow man for the lack of intellect, the lack of honor, the way of his words, the stupidity he perpetuates, the lies he tells and the degree of his loyalty. I truly believe that if you look you will find the world, and possibly yourself lacking. Join the 33.3 percent.
So I asked this man, the one who thought he knew me if he did indeed know the man I am. He said he knew my type, he knew unequivocably that I was lacking. I tend to not make any attempt to sway someone from their belief in me, for good or ill. It takes something away from a man when he feels he must justify himself in the eyes of another man. So I cut to the chase, I asked him if we should go ahead then and have us a Nigga Moment. Cuss and scream, shoot it out in the streets, one of us dies one goes to prison. Continue the cycle because you don't agree with who I am. Or because you scuffed my brand new Nikes?
He paused, looked at me for a moment, and politely declined.
Point made I think.