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I wonder... if I were to go to one of those protests/riots with a sign that just said "I'm tired of violence" how would I be perceived?
The message can easily be interpreted both as one against the rioting and violence that these protests spark, and we know that if you bad mouth the violence you'll suddenly be seen as anti-protests and pro-cops, and we know how that ends up. But the message can also be interpreted as being against the initial violence that supposedly sparked the current manifestations (ie death of Floyd).
So the question is, how would a rioting mob interpret it?
@alyx have you ever seen revolution without blood? people seem to forget quickly police dont have brain they take orders from government. This is war of government against their own people. This is what governments do. You stop it only by removing government. preferably not forming it ever again.
Lets play out the Anarchist's fantasy
>America has a revolution
>Military allows it to happen
>One of the strongest powers in the world is now a broken mess of small factions trying to scrounge up basic resources to survive
>China invades
>Anarchists are now either dead or speaking Mandarin
Anarchy not even once.
@akeno @alyx
>why would they invade?
More land, resources, the opportunity to ensure that one of their major political rivals never comes to power again and many more countless reasons.
You show a major lack of understanding of just how important America is to keeping world peace. I shudder at the thought of the damage the power vacuum would cause.
@alyx @adrint
@colonelj @Jack @akeno @adrint
There's only so much you will ever be able to do to protect your rights yourself. There will always still be moments when you need things like an impartial justice system to handle disputes. To some degree you can protect your property, but who will you trust to rightfully divide that property if you ever get a divorce for example.
@alyx @colonelj @Jack @adrint Nonsense. would you read on anarchy already please? But to simplify Anarchy = LAW and freedom without force.
State = law and freedom with force
Force= no law, no freedom. Put things together. you must be rich if you like gov so much. So here we go again: "Until it happens to you" ....I hope soon.
LOL there is no such thing as anarcho-anything. Only anarchy.Otherwise you could come up even with anarcho-fascism
Anarchists live in fantasy land. They believe that everyone will hold hands and sing songs together choosing to ignore the fact that not everyone wants to live the way they do.
Anarchy as its core is might makes right. So I hope all the soyboys enjoy being slaves while they watch their female friends and family members getting raped.
@akeno @colonelj @adrint
@Jack @colonelj @akeno @adrint
Good way to put it. I usually call it an idealistic political ideology. It's very beautiful and interesting when you put it down on paper, taking in consideration only perfect parameters. But humans are highly imperfect and flawed, and we just don't fit in with that perfectly laid down plan for anarchy. Or communism. Or fascism. Or nazism. Or any number of other idealistic political systems.
http://cdn.media.freedomainradio.com/feed/books/EA/Everyday_Anarchy_by_Stefan_Molyneux_PDF.pdf
>Take modernism
>Put it into the garbage
I have read enough Anarchist works to recognize all the typical arguments. So no, let's not agree with CIA niggers that its a good idea to be a violent moron who burns down everything. These people are not even working class. Most of them are upper middle class to super rich. Virtually all Anarchists and Socialist either came from money or nobility anyway.
@maxmustermann @alyx @Jack @adrint@shitposter.clubSays rich guy fascist LOL .Fascists are elite. Anarchists including me poor. You have no idea what anarchism is. You are joke. anarchists are working class. not fascists like you. You steal from people. All the bussinesses are.
LOL! Look at the social background of all great theoreticans: Virtually all of them are Noblemen or trustfund kids. I can count the exception among famous Anarchists on 3 fingers (binary). This makes them not working class according to Marx (Other Rich boy who married money) by definition. The reason Bakunin was in prison all the time wereas Marx free to travel all over the world was the Merchant class hasn't taken over Russia and Eastern Europe yet.
@maxmustermann @alyx @Jack You are right. Government does good job fighting rich and protecting poor. That's why millions of people protest for. cause they are happy. Look again cops helping weakest.
@maxmustermann @alyx @Jack yes thats what rich scum do to see people who make them money so they can assure themselves of their supremacy . Many of my colleagues do it.
Michail Bakunin:
Mikhail Alexandrovich Bakunin was born to a Russian noble family in the Pryamukhino [ru] village situated between Torzhok and Kuvshinovo. His father Alexander Mikhailovich Bakunin [ru] (1768–1854) was a career diplomat who served in Italy and France, and upon his return settled down at the paternal estate and became a Marshal of Nobility.
Peter Kropotkin:
Born into an aristocratic land-owning family, he attended a military school and later served as an officer in Siberia, where he participated in several geological expeditions. He was imprisoned for his activism in 1874 and managed to escape two years later. He spent the next 41 years in exile in Switzerland, France (where he was imprisoned for almost four years) and in England. While in exile, Kropotkin gave lectures and published widely on anarchism and geography.
Erich Mühsam:
The third child born to Siegfried Seligmann Mühsam, a middle-class Jewish pharmacist [regular voters of the fucking FDP, LOL!], Erich Mühsam was born in Berlin on 6 April 1878. Soon after, the family moved to the city of Lübeck.
Mühsam was educated at the Katharineum-Gymnasium in Lübeck, a school known for its authoritarian discipline and corporal punishment,
Voltairine de Cleyre:
Born in the small town of Leslie, Michigan,[3] she moved with her family to St. Johns, Michigan,[4] where she lived with her unhappily married parents in extreme poverty.
The son of a farmer, Read was born at Muscoates[1] near Nunnington, about four miles south of Kirkbymoorside in the North Riding of Yorkshire. His studies at the University of Leeds were interrupted by the outbreak of the First World War, during which he served with the Green Howards in France. He was commissioned in January 1915,[2] received the Military Cross in 1917 and the Distinguished Service Order in 1918,[3] He reached the rank of captain.[4]
During the war, Read founded the journal Arts & Letters with Frank Rutter, one of the first literary periodicals to publish work by T. S. Eliot.[5]
Read was a champion of modern British artists such as Paul Nash, Ben Nicholson, Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth. He became associated with Nash's contemporary arts group Unit One. Read was professor of fine arts at the University of Edinburgh (1931–33) and editor of the trend-setting The Burlington Magazine (1933–38). He was one of the organisers of the London International Surrealist Exhibition in 1936 and editor of the book Surrealism, published in 1936, which included contributions from André Breton, Hugh Sykes Davies, Paul Éluard, and Georges Hugnet. He also served as a trustee of the Tate Gallery and as a curator at the Victoria & Albert Museum (1922–39), as well as co-founding the Institute of Contemporary Arts with Roland Penrose in 1947.
[The dude probably glowed in the dark]
Rafael Sebastián Guillén Vicente ALA Subcomandet fucking Marcos:
Guillén was born on 19 June 1957, in Tampico, Tamaulipas, to Alfonso Guillén and Maria del Socorro Vincente.[7] He was the fourth of eight children.[1] A former elementary school teacher,[4] Alfonso owned a chain of furniture stores, and the family is usually described as middle-class.[8][7] In a 2001 interview with Gabriel García Márquez and Roberto Pombo, Guillén described his upbringing as middle-class, "without financial difficulties", and said his parents fostered a love for language and reading in their children.[9]
Guillén attended high school at the Instituto Cultural Tampico, a Jesuit school in Tampico.[10][11] Later he moved to Mexico City and graduated from the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM), majoring in philosophy. There he became immersed in the school's pervasive Marxist rhetoric of the 1970s and 1980s and won an award for the best dissertation (drawing on the then-recent work of Althusser and Foucault) of his class. He began working as a professor at the Autonomous Metropolitan University (UAM) while finishing his dissertation at UNAM, but left after a couple of years. It is thought that it was at UAM where he got in touch with the Forces of National Liberation, the mother organization of what would later become the EZLN.
To find people who with an actual working class or country folk background, I had to drill a little deeper beyond the huge motherfuckers. The most prominent one was prominent one was Nestor Mancho. If that ain't enough for you, here is something the rich don't want you (the "smelly blue collar orc") to see:
hen I saw him, he was outside Payne Whitney. Nothing about the tall, gray façade suggests it is the university gym, unless there is a new trend of contractors housing athletics departments in Gothic cathedrals. You wouldn’t guess by looking at the frosted glass panes and arches that the third floor hosts the world’s largest suspended indoor swimming pool. It is a work of art, like the rest of Yale’s buildings.
Marcus was smoking by a bench, his face jaundiced from three packs that day. This is atypical for Yale students—most abstain from smoking. There was no reason for him to smoke so much, just as there was no reason for me to ride around campus on a blue Razor scooter. But Yale students tend to have such quirks. His suit-jacket was dusty and smelled of sweat—he didn’t mind lifting weights in a dress shirt and trousers if that meant more time to read Nietzsche alone at the bar.
When I hugged him, he felt skeletal. I asked if he had eaten today. He assured me that his earthly requirements were limited—no need for anything other than alcohol and cigarettes. “I can buy you a sandwich.” He refused. I insisted. A nice one. Bacon and egg. Or steak and cheese. I was testy now. “GHeav is right there. I’ll be back in six minutes.”
He turned his face towards me, warm with friendliness—and with one sentence, he changed our relationship forever.
“You know I’m rich, right?”
“What?”
“You know I have a trust fund, right? I can buy my own sandwich if I wanted it.”
This is the moment when after three years of friendship, Marcus sat down and told me his life story. His cottages in Norway. Sneaking into the family study. Learning about the cost of hardwoods and hearing his boorish, critical father sulk in 5-star hotel rooms.
Marcus did not act this way out of anxiety, grief, stress, or because he had nobody to tell him his habits will kill him. He lived as a starving writer not out of necessity, but for the aesthetic. Out of some desire to imitate the Bohemian 19th century writers. Out of artistry. Style. Intentional choice.
In other words the author almost gave a millionaire a sandwich, because she thought he was actually poor. The rest of article explain how the kids rather spend their time with shibbloleths and signaling than with leading.
The Real Problem at Yale Is Not Free Speech@akeno @maxmustermann @Jack
How about you stop with the "everyone who is not me is a fascist" bs. You're gonna antagonize and drive people away real fast.
