#anrchism

[radicalgraff]

‘Make Love, Smash Capitalism”

[becuzitisbitter]

The cajoling of bodies and spirits into conflict by the exhortations of a self-selected representative is the goal of any of those sad souls we see holding picket signs in the street. Whether the signs they carry say “REPENT NOW OR FACE JUDGEMENT” or “REVOLUTION NOW!” the operative philosophy is essentially the same call to wake the dead. Maybe the old socialist we see chanting slogans and hawking corny leftist newspapers lives on that street corner. Who knows? Who cares? If he does, he’s just another body we politely sidestep on our way to work. Day in and day out, he or some other cornball is there waving newspapers, calling strangers “comrade,” and spreading the good word. I would probably buy his paper every once in awhile if I could only convince myself that he were in it for the money, but I can’t bear the thought of offering him any validation for his self-aggrandizing political fantasies. I want him to be discouraged and quit, to be not only dissatisfied with life, but also with his methods of coping with it. If you shout for help and companionship into the void, only the void will answer. Politics is the necromancy of everyday Hellworld.

Hellworld, Harper Ferry