I'm mostly polite. I'm sometimes an ass. I make pertinent comments, I write irreverent diaries.
But what drops my jaw is the animosity.
What slips the smooth muscles into urination
Is the viciousness.
We tirade and stalk
And grudge a penny
against a two dollar bill.
I have bones to pick in this fight. I always have and always will.
I’m a socialist anarchist, or anarcho-syndicalist, or another name of some mythical sect of crazies named by rightwing pundits. Funnily enough, when those types show up and are troll rated for being assholes, I generally troll rate them too: because they tend to behave like assholes.
But I am that. I believe that capitalism cannot sustain itself because its premise of “growth” rests in an ancient conception, the infinite...
There is no infinite as far as our planet, our resources and our lives are concerned.
Sure, it exists as a mathematical probability, basic trig.
Universe 101.
But we are limited beings. We are limited by family, we are limited by religion, we are limited by education, we are limited by nationality; we are limited by mortality. We are most fundamentally limited by the planet we share.
What is it that can be universal?
What, here, with our pie fights and stalkings, our purity fits and SYFPH; what can we do here to keep my pooties from attacking each other at fucking 6 in the morning in front of the litter box?
Can we at least acknowledge that we’re all just smart animals?
Can we all acknowledge that, for all our bluster, we’re not all that different from our cats? And from that realization, can we please start to develop a plan to save not only ourselves, but our cats from an encroaching extinction?
Or is it more important to piss first in the litter box?