Why I Am an Anti-archist

[Rev. Stu Holbrook]

Thirty-nine years ago the article Why I Am Not an Anarchist was written. From my perspective the quality of life for most people has not improved since that time. Of course I was young then and things were likely worse than I was aware. One thing I have noticed is that an activist is hard to find. There is no shortage of talkavists. I have had such a feeling of deja vu watching and listening to the same conversation/debate/pre-planning session unfold in the same manner with roles performed by people dressed the same, groomed the same - Occupy has been  like time travel. Here is a piece I wrote on the topic about two years ago. Enjoy!
Bring It!

Let me see if I have this straight; there are Socialists, Communists, Anarchists, Cascadians, Radicals and activists. Each of these, dare I say, larger groups serves as a branch of the family tree supporting a plethora of smaller branches, twigs and splinter groups we know and love as the Left.

I present this analogy; every discussion of the specific nature of the new paradigm--every steering committee decision--all the long-term goal setting--all the noble visions of the future are like deciding if we envision Black Walnut ice cream or French Vanilla. Turns out someone should milk the cow.

Does anyone need a lesson on what it means to be condescending? Pretentious? Elitist? Have you ever felt that someone was talking down to you?

(Example) "If you don't understand try using a dictionary!"

Less is more.

If the people rise up in any way and force the wealthiest folk and their corporations and their bought and paid for federal government to be held accountable for their actions--then we will all be in this together--all of us; the police, the social workers, the priests, the thespians, the sociopaths and the psychopaths, the kind and the mean.

We can be movers and shakers. We can hasten the changes our culture needs to make to assure that future generations do not live their lives as slaves. However, we, like Moses, are not destined to see the Promised Land. I have been hanging out with Leftists my entire life and I clearly count myself among their numbers, but our collected influence is less than marginal. What are we arguing about, really? Lofty and heart felt ideals, the power of the truth, abundant facts--yet here we are. Foil hat wearing conspiracy thinkers, wackos, nut jobs and bandanna wearing bomb-throwing crazies. Sounds like a party, will there be dancing?

How American is it to walk softly but carry a big stick? The left need not educate the people. We do not believe as the D's & R's that tolerance and acceptance equal approval and a mandate from the people. The system is wide spread and thus stretched thin. We as individuals can all agree--"Out with the old!" and then well,...come what may. Everyone is aware of the corruption, the greed, the nepotism, cronyism, blatant theft and bald faced lying that is and has been at the heart of the American Empire. (Whoever said, "crime doesn't pay," was thinking small.)

They are who they are. We are who we are. No shame in our game. Bring it!

[Junkenstein]

That's a lot of words to say nothing.

[Raz Tech]

That's a lot of words to say nothing.

seems to be a specialty of his

[Junkenstein]

Seriously, I read that twice and still can't figure out a single point.

"People are patronizing and that's how they are"?

No. Shit.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Points made:

Thirty-nine years ago the article Why I Am Not an Anarchist was written.

Okay.

From my perspective the quality of life for most people has not improved since that time.

Then your perspective is fucked.

Of course I was young then and things were likely worse than I was aware.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

Here is a piece I wrote on the topic about two years ago. Enjoy!

We'll see.

Bring It!

Let me see if I have this straight; there are Socialists, Communists, Anarchists, Cascadians, Radicals and activists. Each of these, dare I say, larger groups serves as a branch of the family tree supporting a plethora of smaller branches, twigs and splinter groups we know and love as the Left.

I present this analogy; every discussion of the specific nature of the new paradigm--every steering committee decision--all the long-term goal setting--all the noble visions of the future are like deciding if we envision Black Walnut ice cream or French Vanilla. Turns out someone should milk the cow.

Does anyone need a lesson on what it means to be condescending? Pretentious? Elitist? Have you ever felt that someone was talking down to you?

(Example) "If you don't understand try using a dictionary!"

Less is more.

If the people rise up in any way and force the wealthiest folk and their corporations and their bought and paid for federal government to be held accountable for their actions--then we will all be in this together--all of us; the police, the social workers, the priests, the thespians, the sociopaths and the psychopaths, the kind and the mean.

We can be movers and shakers. We can hasten the changes our culture needs to make to assure that future generations do not live their lives as slaves. However, we, like Moses, are not destined to see the Promised Land. I have been hanging out with Leftists my entire life and I clearly count myself among their numbers, but our collected influence is less than marginal. What are we arguing about, really? Lofty and heart felt ideals, the power of the truth, abundant facts--yet here we are. Foil hat wearing conspiracy thinkers, wackos, nut jobs and bandanna wearing bomb-throwing crazies. Sounds like a party, will there be dancing?

How American is it to walk softly but carry a big stick? The left need not educate the people. We do not believe as the D's & R's that tolerance and acceptance equal approval and a mandate from the people. The system is wide spread and thus stretched thin. We as individuals can all agree--"Out with the old!" and then well,...come what may. Everyone is aware of the corruption, the greed, the nepotism, cronyism, blatant theft and bald faced lying that is and has been at the heart of the American Empire. (Whoever said, "crime doesn't pay," was thinking small.)

They are who they are. We are who we are. No shame in our game. Bring it!

I couldn't get what you were actually trying to say, there.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Eh, I'm pretty sure that nobody understands his genius, etc.

[Pæs]

Bring It!
Let me see if I have this straight; there are Socialists, Communists, Anarchists, Cascadians, Radicals and activists. Each of these, dare I say, larger groups serves as a branch of the family tree supporting a plethora of smaller branches, twigs and splinter groups we know and love as the Left.

Chapter 1: In which Rev. Stupid establishes a vague and unhelpful system for categorising "the Left".

I present this analogy; every discussion of the specific nature of the new paradigm--every steering committee decision--all the long-term goal setting--all the noble visions of the future are like deciding if we envision Black Walnut ice cream or French Vanilla. Turns out someone should milk the cow.

Chapter 2: In which the Rev. alleges that EVERYONE is missing THE POINT. The Rev. does not yet tell us what THE POINT is.

Does anyone need a lesson on what it means to be condescending? Pretentious? Elitist? Have you ever felt that someone was talking down to you?

(Example) "If you don't understand try using a dictionary!"

Chapter 3: In which the Rev. digresses to define pretension for no reason.

Less is more. If the people rise up in any way and force the wealthiest folk and their corporations and their bought and paid for federal government to be held accountable for their actions--then we will all be in this together--all of us; the police, the social workers, the priests, the thespians, the sociopaths and the psychopaths, the kind and the mean.

Chapter 4: in which Rev. Studmuffin alleges that THE PEOPLE can force THE PEOPLE WITH THE GUNS to be accountable for their actions which will result in love and cuddles forevermore.

We can be movers and shakers. We can hasten the changes our culture needs to make to assure that future generations do not live their lives as slaves. However, we, like Moses, are not destined to see the Promised Land.

Chapter 5: In which the Rev. tells us that we can reshape the world but will not get to enjoy it.

I have been hanging out with Leftists my entire life

Chapter 6: The problem.

and I clearly count myself among their numbers, but our collected influence is less than marginal. What are we arguing about, really? Lofty and heart felt ideals, the power of the truth, abundant facts--yet here we are. Foil hat wearing conspiracy thinkers, wackos, nut jobs and bandanna wearing bomb-throwing crazies. Sounds like a party, will there be dancing?

Chapter 7: The Left is cool. I quite like it.

How American is it to walk softly but carry a big stick?

Chapter 8: In which the author wrongly assumes we know the answer to his question.

The left need not educate the people. We do not believe as the D's & R's that tolerance and acceptance equal approval and a mandate from the people.

Chapter 9: In which an assertion is followed by an explanation that does not seem to relate to it.

The system is wide spread and thus stretched thin. We as individuals can all agree--"Out with the old!" and then well,...come what may.

Chapter 10: In which the Rev. explains that "the system" is big and therefore thin and claims that we all agree on rejecting the elderly.

Everyone is aware of the corruption, the greed, the nepotism, cronyism, blatant theft and bald faced lying that is and has been at the heart of the American Empire. (Whoever said, "crime doesn't pay," was thinking small.)

Chapter 11: In which we are primed for the punchline.

They are who they are. We are who we are. No shame in our game. Bring it!

Chapter 12: In which the punchline is "Oh well."

It is rumoured that there is a lost chapter containing THE POINT from the beginning, but this is a myth.

[Raz Tech]

 

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Approximately 1900 years ago the article St. John's Apocalypse, or What You See While Tripping Balls When Opposing the Emperor for Jesus was written. From my perspective the quality of life for most people has not improved since that time. Of course I wasn't even close to being born then and things were likely worse than I was aware. One thing I have noticed is that a True Believer is hard to find. There is no shortage of lazy ass martyrs. I have had such a feeling of deja vu watching and listening to the same conversation/debate/pre-planning session unfold in the same manner with roles performed by people dressed the same, groomed the same - The Siege of Jerusalem has been  like time travel. Here is a piece I wrote on the topic about two years ago. Enjoy!
Bring It!

Let me see if I have this of ambiguous sexuality; there are Essenes, Zealots, Gnostics, Pharisees, Sadducees and Heressees. Each of these, dare I say, larger groups serves as a branch of the family tree supporting a plethora of smaller branches, twigs and splinter groups we know and love as the Crazy Ass Messianic Movement.

I present this analogy; every discussion of the specific nature of the new paradigm--every steering committee decision--all the long-term goal setting--all the noble visions of the Coming of the Kingdom of God are like deciding if we envision Black Walnut ice cream or Gaulish Vanilla. Turns out someone should milk the cow.

Does anyone need a lesson on what it means to be condescending? Pretentious? Elitist? Have you ever felt that someone was talking down to you?

(Example) "If you don't understand try using a lexicon!"

Less is more.

If the people rise up in any way and force the patricians and their equites and their bought and paid for imperial government to be held accountable for their actions--then we will all be in this separate--a few of us at any rate; the legions, the oracles, the sacred colleges, the thespians, the normal people and the very lead poisoned, the kind and the mean.

We can be movers and shakers. We can hasten the changes our cultus needs to make to assure that future generations do not live their lives as slaves. However, we, like Moses, are not destined to see the Promised Land. I have been hanging out with Christians my entire post and I clearly count myself among their numbers, but our collected influence is less than original. What are we arguing about, really? No, really, I kinda lost the plot. Lofty and heart felt ideals, the power of the love is a curious thing, makes a one man weep, and another man sing--yet every rose has its thorn. Bronze hat wearing conspiracy thinkers, Dionysians, nut jobs and Phrygian-cap wearing dart-throwing crazies. Sounds like a bacchanalia, will there be dancing?

How Roman is it to walk softly but carry a big gladius? The Christians need not preach to the people. We do not believe as the Dacians & Romans that tolerance and acceptance equal approval and a mandate from the people. The imperium is wide spread and thus stretched thin. We as individuals can all agree--"Out with the old!" and then well,...come what may. Everyone is aware of the corruption, the greed, the nepotism, cronyism, blatant theft and bald faced lying that is and has been at the heart of the Roman Empire. (Whoever said, "crime doesn't pay," was thinking small.)

They are who they are. We are who we are. No shame in our game. Bring it!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

 

Twid wins the interbutts supermarket.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Twid wins the interbutts supermarket.

TWICE IN A LIFETIME

CAN HE DO IT A THIRD TIME

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Here's the first time:

Joke's on the rental agency, it went out of business centuries ago.

Jack signed the papers. Speedy Jack's Starship Rental was now out of business. It was a sad day to be sure, especially after Jack's father, Jack Sr. put so much energy into starting up the rental agency. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it takes a starship a long time to be returned. Time dilation and all. The lot was almost always empty, except when Jack was able to scrape enough together to buy another starship he would probably never see again. For all he knew, the skies were littered with broken Speedy Jack's starships, perhaps due to colliding with micrometeorites at .99c, perhaps they were intercepted. Perhaps there was no reason to get back to Earth.

The divorce settlement didn't help much either. Speedy Jane blasted off with a newer model, a warp engineer to boot. There was no future in sublight ship rentals. It was a good thing that Jack Sr never lived to see this day.

There was only one last thing to do.

Jack got onto the last starship on the lot and fired it up. He took one last look at the photo of him and the kids.

From an observer on Earth, the trip took a little over 8 minutes, but 8 minutes is but a brief moment at relativistic speeds.

Solar flare activity was reported that day, which was odd, as the Sun was at solar minimum.

Twid wins the thread.

 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Bring It!
Let me see if I have this straight; there are Socialists, Communists, Anarchists, Cascadians, Radicals and activists. Each of these, dare I say, larger groups serves as a branch of the family tree supporting a plethora of smaller branches, twigs and splinter groups we know and love as the Left.

Chapter 1: In which Rev. Stupid establishes a vague and unhelpful system for categorising "the Left".

I present this analogy; every discussion of the specific nature of the new paradigm--every steering committee decision--all the long-term goal setting--all the noble visions of the future are like deciding if we envision Black Walnut ice cream or French Vanilla. Turns out someone should milk the cow.

Chapter 2: In which the Rev. alleges that EVERYONE is missing THE POINT. The Rev. does not yet tell us what THE POINT is.

Does anyone need a lesson on what it means to be condescending? Pretentious? Elitist? Have you ever felt that someone was talking down to you?

(Example) "If you don't understand try using a dictionary!"

Chapter 3: In which the Rev. digresses to define pretension for no reason.

Less is more. If the people rise up in any way and force the wealthiest folk and their corporations and their bought and paid for federal government to be held accountable for their actions--then we will all be in this together--all of us; the police, the social workers, the priests, the thespians, the sociopaths and the psychopaths, the kind and the mean.

Chapter 4: in which Rev. Studmuffin alleges that THE PEOPLE can force THE PEOPLE WITH THE GUNS to be accountable for their actions which will result in love and cuddles forevermore.

We can be movers and shakers. We can hasten the changes our culture needs to make to assure that future generations do not live their lives as slaves. However, we, like Moses, are not destined to see the Promised Land.

Chapter 5: In which the Rev. tells us that we can reshape the world but will not get to enjoy it.

I have been hanging out with Leftists my entire life

Chapter 6: The problem.

and I clearly count myself among their numbers, but our collected influence is less than marginal. What are we arguing about, really? Lofty and heart felt ideals, the power of the truth, abundant facts--yet here we are. Foil hat wearing conspiracy thinkers, wackos, nut jobs and bandanna wearing bomb-throwing crazies. Sounds like a party, will there be dancing?

Chapter 7: The Left is cool. I quite like it.

How American is it to walk softly but carry a big stick?

Chapter 8: In which the author wrongly assumes we know the answer to his question.

The left need not educate the people. We do not believe as the D's & R's that tolerance and acceptance equal approval and a mandate from the people.

Chapter 9: In which an assertion is followed by an explanation that does not seem to relate to it.

The system is wide spread and thus stretched thin. We as individuals can all agree--"Out with the old!" and then well,...come what may.

Chapter 10: In which the Rev. explains that "the system" is big and therefore thin and claims that we all agree on rejecting the elderly.

Everyone is aware of the corruption, the greed, the nepotism, cronyism, blatant theft and bald faced lying that is and has been at the heart of the American Empire. (Whoever said, "crime doesn't pay," was thinking small.)

Chapter 11: In which we are primed for the punchline.

They are who they are. We are who we are. No shame in our game. Bring it!

Chapter 12: In which the punchline is "Oh well."

It is rumoured that there is a lost chapter containing THE POINT from the beginning, but this is a myth.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Approximately 1900 years ago the article St. John's Apocalypse, or What You See While Tripping Balls When Opposing the Emperor for Jesus was written. From my perspective the quality of life for most people has not improved since that time. Of course I wasn't even close to being born then and things were likely worse than I was aware. One thing I have noticed is that a True Believer is hard to find. There is no shortage of lazy ass martyrs. I have had such a feeling of deja vu watching and listening to the same conversation/debate/pre-planning session unfold in the same manner with roles performed by people dressed the same, groomed the same - The Siege of Jerusalem has been  like time travel. Here is a piece I wrote on the topic about two years ago. Enjoy!
Bring It!

Let me see if I have this of ambiguous sexuality; there are Essenes, Zealots, Gnostics, Pharisees, Sadducees and Heressees. Each of these, dare I say, larger groups serves as a branch of the family tree supporting a plethora of smaller branches, twigs and splinter groups we know and love as the Crazy Ass Messianic Movement.

I present this analogy; every discussion of the specific nature of the new paradigm--every steering committee decision--all the long-term goal setting--all the noble visions of the Coming of the Kingdom of God are like deciding if we envision Black Walnut ice cream or Gaulish Vanilla. Turns out someone should milk the cow.

Does anyone need a lesson on what it means to be condescending? Pretentious? Elitist? Have you ever felt that someone was talking down to you?

(Example) "If you don't understand try using a lexicon!"

Less is more.

If the people rise up in any way and force the patricians and their equites and their bought and paid for imperial government to be held accountable for their actions--then we will all be in this separate--a few of us at any rate; the legions, the oracles, the sacred colleges, the thespians, the normal people and the very lead poisoned, the kind and the mean.

We can be movers and shakers. We can hasten the changes our cultus needs to make to assure that future generations do not live their lives as slaves. However, we, like Moses, are not destined to see the Promised Land. I have been hanging out with Christians my entire post and I clearly count myself among their numbers, but our collected influence is less than original. What are we arguing about, really? No, really, I kinda lost the plot. Lofty and heart felt ideals, the power of the love is a curious thing, makes a one man weep, and another man sing--yet every rose has its thorn. Bronze hat wearing conspiracy thinkers, Dionysians, nut jobs and Phrygian-cap wearing dart-throwing crazies. Sounds like a bacchanalia, will there be dancing?

How Roman is it to walk softly but carry a big gladius? The Christians need not preach to the people. We do not believe as the Dacians & Romans that tolerance and acceptance equal approval and a mandate from the people. The imperium is wide spread and thus stretched thin. We as individuals can all agree--"Out with the old!" and then well,...come what may. Everyone is aware of the corruption, the greed, the nepotism, cronyism, blatant theft and bald faced lying that is and has been at the heart of the Roman Empire. (Whoever said, "crime doesn't pay," was thinking small.)

They are who they are. We are who we are. No shame in our game. Bring it!

Oh and even more! 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am going to guess that the self-declared prophet Stu Holbrook (who borrowed his name from an esteemed Oregon journalist) has a limited knowledge of the prophets who have preceded him... or maybe doesn't give a fuck, because they ain't about his shit.