Why I Am an Anti-archist

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Still, it took a special kind of moron to follow the Dead.  You needed to not care about personal hygiene, grinding poverty, sucking dick for concert tickets and/or acid, and spending a LOT of time in parking lots while people with jobs went to go get their nostalgia on watching old hippies do the same shit they'd been doing since the fucking middle ages.

I mean, aside from the hairline, I could also probably be a fat hippie with a beard and a guitar. I'm already 50% there.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

As I recall, the Nigel/Roger Conglomerate Being spent the 80s selling deadheads hits of "acid" (packs of Newports cut into 1/4" squares) for $4 a pop.  So you could say I/She/We "followed the Dead".

[Nephew Twiddleton]

As I recall, the Nigel/Roger Conglomerate Being spent the 80s selling deadheads hits of "acid" (packs of Newports cut into 1/4" squares) for $4 a pop.  So you could say I/She/We "followed the Dead".

[Pæs]

Okay, I've got the essence of this guy. The real thing can leave and I'll just keep making these replacements.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Okay, I've got the essence of this guy. The real thing can leave and I'll just keep making these replacements.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I still love the fact that dumbass thought Nigel had 560,000 posts.

Assuming that a post takes one minute, that means that Nigel would have been posting non-stop for 388 days, assuming she neither sleeps nor eats.

And given that she's REALLY a 250 pound neanderthal from Tucson, she does in fact eat and sleep.  Among other things.  Horrible, horrible things.

I made over half a million posts while raising four children, earning two degrees, volunteering, working as an artist, working a research job, and maintaining a social life and relationship

because not only am I superhuman, but in Soviet Portland, time elapses you.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Still, it took a special kind of moron to follow the Dead.  You needed to not care about personal hygiene, grinding poverty, sucking dick for concert tickets and/or acid, and spending a LOT of time in parking lots while people with jobs went to go get their nostalgia on watching old hippies do the same shit they'd been doing since the fucking middle ages.

I think you may have revealed the secret to Stu's special brand of obtuseness.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Speaking of which, one of the ZOMG DISCORDIANS placid dingo interviewed was Gavriel.

Which makes me plotz.  Like this --->   

Which one is Gavriel?

He was the guy who kicked the door in demanding that we give him content so he could sell it and keep the money.  He then melted down - as he did with Stang and Sis D - and told us all what ingrates we were.

Then he bailed.  I think his thread is in bring & brag.

That rings a bell. Hang on a tick.

Found the thread, remembered the dude in question.

He just can't understand why he receives much the same treatment anywhere he goes. I think his conclusion was along the lines of "Nigel and Roger go around poisoning the well against me", despite the fact that the well was poisoned when I (and therefore Roger, by extension) got there.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Okay, I've got the essence of this guy. The real thing can leave and I'll just keep making these replacements.

Ofuck! 

[LMNO]

I don't suppose you're a member of the Cacophony Society, or perhaps involved in the local Burner community, are you? Have I seen you at Woozday? Friend of Rich Mackin? Something is ringing a bell, though it could just be you being pretentious in my neighborhood.

Why had it never occurred to me before that you probably know Mackin?

I knew him when it was a Boston punk in the 90s.

[hooplala]

This guy reminds me of those people who don't flush their dumps in a public rest room, because it gives them glee to know other people will be viewing their work.

[Cain]

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!

I haven't seen this much verbal diarrhea since I stopped grading high school students homework.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

This guy reminds me of those people who don't flush their dumps in a public rest room, because it gives them glee to know other people will be viewing their work.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I don't suppose you're a member of the Cacophony Society, or perhaps involved in the local Burner community, are you? Have I seen you at Woozday? Friend of Rich Mackin? Something is ringing a bell, though it could just be you being pretentious in my neighborhood.

Why had it never occurred to me before that you probably know Mackin?

I knew him when it was a Boston punk in the 90s.

Hahaha why am I not surprised? It's a small, small world. He's a delightful creature.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

If I didn't know better, I'd assume this was Zach fucking with us.

I should show him this thread, he might get ideas.