

Nah, I was just at a Venezuela protest and they were still selling newspapers.


Nah, I was just at a Venezuela protest and they were still selling newspapers.


And that said proton was completely converted to energy.


The legendary 30-50 wild hogs.


Or in more modern translation, a “teenage pregnancy”.


Honestly, I would love for my worst instincts to be amplified by the power I wield. As a treat.


To some extent, Social Anarchism or Lifestyle Anarchism: an unbridgeable divide deals with that issue, or perhaps with its early roots. When I was more involved in anarchist spaces in the early 2000s, people knew about this article, and generally considered lifestyle anarchists to be wankers. But since the rise of social media, it seems like a kind of lifestyle anarchism has become the dominant tendency, with people rejecting not only hierarchical power relations, but any kind of organization that might have any hierarchical structure, like the federations traditionally endorsed by anarchists. And rejecting all authority, even Bakunin’s “authority of the bootmaker” (i.e., expertise).
It’s a very bad state of affairs, and I think it comes about partly because baby anarchists today learn from word of mouth rather than from books or textfiles, and in particular, from baby anarchists who hardly know more than they do but have social media followings. Kids these days, is what I’m saying. They need to get off of my our lawn.
Mar a Lago face. Mandatory in some right wing circles.