Misplaced Pages

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Userboxes This Fellow Worker is a proud member of the Industrial Workers of the World.

Who Am I?

Greetings. This is the user page of Andrew Nellis, aka SmashTheState, an unrepentant anarchosyndicalist (with insurrectionist sympathies). Since a number of people in discussion threads on Misplaced Pages have mentioned visiting my user page, no doubt in search of viable dirt to use against me, I figured I might as well reward them for their persistance.

What is the IWW?

You'll notice from the user boxes that I am a proud member of the Industrial Workers of the World. Since a number of people have come to the conclusion that I'm some kind of Bolshevik. This became an issue recently when I tried to eliminate some of the anti-Soviet and pro-Amerikan bias in the article, and had several people make scary noises about my membership in the IWW. If the IWW can be accused of having any kind of political bias, it would be overwhelmingly anarchist, not communist. In its early history, the IWW in fact split over the issue, with the socialists leaving en masse with Eugene Debs into utter irrelevancy. It's important to note however, that the IWW's constitution forbids members from promoting, as part of the IWW, any political or anti-political party.

What is Misplaced Pages?

Misplaced Pages is the place where angry, white, male, overprivileged, socially-dysfunctional nerds with serious personality disorders come to take out their frustrations on others. Founded by a Randroid (one will almost inevitably find that Randroids are people who are slightly more intelligent than average, too smart to be easily caught by consumerist propaganda, but too stupid to recognize Rand's screechy, preachy, sociopathic bullshit for what it is), Misplaced Pages has from the beginning set itself up as an oligarchy of vengeful Trekkies.

So how, then, did I become involved with Misplaced Pages? Well, sadly, the corporate media have yet to understand the nature of Misplaced Pages, giving it an importance it doesn't deserve. My real name is Andrew Nellis and I am a well-known activist and when a deliberately libellous article was created about me here, Misplaced Pages entered my personal radar. I didn't give a sweet damn about Misplaced Pages, but my political enemies did, so I kept a wary eye on it. Later, I noticed that some people had taken the original Andrew Nellis article and begun to work on it to make it factual. At this point the people who had originally created the article nominated it for deletion, and it was here I became irate enough to get involved. Misplaced Pages hadn't cared that a blatantly defamatory biography about me had sat there for months, but once it became factual, suddenly there was self-righteous bleating about NPOV and notability and "vanity." The article got deleted, and re-deleted, and then permanently locked to keep it from ever being recreated.

That was my first taste of Misplaced Pages nerd rage.

With the deletion of the Andrew Nellis article, some people decided it would be a good idea to create a Misplaced Pages article about the organization to which I've devoted the last four years of my life, the Ottawa Panhandlers' Union. Note that at no time did I create or even participate in the editing of these articles, save for a couple of typo corrections. Interestingly, Wikiscanner revealed that someone using a computer at Ottawa City Hall twice vanadalized the article, around about the same time posters were going up around Ottawa, full colour and professionally produced, showing me with a gun in my mouth and the slogan "PANHANDLERS: FOLLOW YOUR LEADER." Someone then impersonated me to my ISP and got my password, then hijacked my email, vandalized my personal blog, wreaked havoc with my IRC account, and so on. And then, like icing on the cake, the campaign to have the Ottawa Panhandlers' Union article deleted began.

Honestly, neither I, nor the members of the OPU, care about what goes on in the Great Nerd Kingdom of Misplaced Pages, except inasmuch as it has an impact on our lives. I give a large number of interviews to the corporate media as part of my role of spokesperson for the OPU, and I noticed several times that members of the media showed up with copies of the Misplaced Pages article on the union. It was helpful, therefore, as a means of prepping reporters on the background and issues involved before interviews. Any person doing a Google search on "panhandlers' union" will see there is ample coverage of the union on a national and even international level. Our million-dollar lawsuit against the City of Ottawa to force them to take down a fence was an "assinine story of the day" on Fark, for example. Given that television and radio references -- of which there are many -- are not to be found on Google, it's easy to see that the OPU is certainly notable enough in comparison to the massive amounts of utterly trivial crap which infest Misplaced Pages.

But not content to leave the angry white nerds to shit all over the OPU out of raging Objectivist bias (I refuse to call them Libertarians -- Pierre-Joseph Proudhon for whom the term Libertarian was originally coined would have cheerfully beaten Ayn Rand to death with a clawhammer while singing the Marseillaise), the political enemies of the OPU decided to stage a false flag campaign to make absolutely sure of the outcome. Impersonating a member of the OPU (who was homeless at the time and in any case is functionally illiterate) using personal information which would have been available to no one except the police, some MYSTERIOUS person smelling strongly of pork "confessed" to sockpuppetry, thereby invalidating every keep vote, resulting in the deletion of the article.

None of my experiences with Misplaced Pages since then have done anything to change my judgement: Misplaced Pages is a best a useless collection of random trivia, and at worst an active exercise in State and corporate propaganda for the personal profit and agrandizement of the King Nerd and his sycophantic cult of Randroid hangers-on.