The correlation I am drawing between anarchy and social democracy is only to the extent that both political philosophies have been considered as outside the realm of mainstream political discourse.
I am not comparing the two other than in this sense.
I do believe the song by Against Me! titled “Baby, I’m an Anarchist” best describes the feeling of being involved in something larger than yourself, something that can have a profound positive impact on people’s lives if we all unite together for the common good.
And you will not see a more visceral example of how art can convey the feeling of belonging in a group that shares your desire to fight against the powers of evil than in this live performance by Against Me!
I still get shivers every time I see it.
"Baby, I'm An Anarchist!"
Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
In the end the song is art and if Bernie does not win the primary and we do not have the opportunity to make major progress then I will join to move the needle a little by voting for the Democratic nominee. Because evil exists in the world of Drumpf.