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You may have gathered that I'm against The Man. Show me a Pope or a President or a Prime Minister and I want to know what vile sores he's hiding under his natty threads. Human beings are nasty, insanitary monkeys and I don't want one of them telling me what to do.
Guess this makes me an anarchist.
OK, I understand that anarchy isn't practical politics. The Anarchist State is a contradiction in terms. So what's the point?
The point is to keep things moving. To make sure no uniformed ape stays in office too long, because the longer they stay in office the more arbitrary and offensive they become. Anarchy is about stirring the mix, poking the fire, salting the wound.
In the hope that out of the ferment and perpetual motion something better might come.
Because I'm not a cynic. In fact I'm an optimist. I think human beings are at a very early stage in their evolution and that things can only get better. One of these days we'll be sitting in the lounge of the Sirius Hilton, gazing up at the night sky, enjoying our umpteenth century of unbroken peace and harmony, and we'll make out old Sol faintly twinkling among the stars and I'll turn to you or you'll turn to me and say, "Jeez, baby, but we've come a long, long way."
Guess this makes me an anarchist.
OK, I understand that anarchy isn't practical politics. The Anarchist State is a contradiction in terms. So what's the point?
The point is to keep things moving. To make sure no uniformed ape stays in office too long, because the longer they stay in office the more arbitrary and offensive they become. Anarchy is about stirring the mix, poking the fire, salting the wound.
In the hope that out of the ferment and perpetual motion something better might come.
Because I'm not a cynic. In fact I'm an optimist. I think human beings are at a very early stage in their evolution and that things can only get better. One of these days we'll be sitting in the lounge of the Sirius Hilton, gazing up at the night sky, enjoying our umpteenth century of unbroken peace and harmony, and we'll make out old Sol faintly twinkling among the stars and I'll turn to you or you'll turn to me and say, "Jeez, baby, but we've come a long, long way."
