I used to talk politics with my family. I don't anymore. They are a simple people and, I hate to say it, but they don't understand that things are not black and white, and that things are complex. (not saying I understand everything, but at least I know that my side is not the only one ya know?)
For instance, my uncle one day at a BBQ in new hampshire grabs my backpack and says 'im keeping this.' I say 'um why do you want my dirty underwear, dirty socks, and a hatecore CD?'
He says 'you are an anarchist right? well there are no laws and this is mine now'
I tried to explain that this is not an anarchy for the mere fact that i own the bookback the hatecore and the underwear and socks. To me one of the biggest parts of anarchism is the lack of material shit. If i want it, i can have it, but when i die, or im done with it, i give it back to the community. Land, inheritance, means of production, all belong to no one and everyone.
I tried to explain it and he said 'no that doesn't make sense, how can you live somewhere without owning it?'
I told him that some people pay rent. Asked him to immagine that, but without the paying of anything. You live there because you need a place to live.
He didn't get it.
But it occured to me. Maybe this is what our future is, and maybe this is why anarchy wont work. People have simple states of mind thinking that what they have will make them happy. Recluse away from the family, but shit a large screen TV will fill me with joy.
Too much of that shit to suit me. Too much hoarding of shit. I'm just as guilty as the people I hate, but that's what sets me apart. I realize it and I try to stop it. Some realize it and don't care.
And this brings a question up that i've been thinkin bout: Would I rather have people who are right wing fucks voting and making decisions for the place i live, or would i rather people just not give a shit? Make a deal with the devil folks because either way you lose. I just pray I don't have to raise a kid up to see this cespool (sp?) that we call a world.
For instance, my uncle one day at a BBQ in new hampshire grabs my backpack and says 'im keeping this.' I say 'um why do you want my dirty underwear, dirty socks, and a hatecore CD?'
He says 'you are an anarchist right? well there are no laws and this is mine now'
I tried to explain that this is not an anarchy for the mere fact that i own the bookback the hatecore and the underwear and socks. To me one of the biggest parts of anarchism is the lack of material shit. If i want it, i can have it, but when i die, or im done with it, i give it back to the community. Land, inheritance, means of production, all belong to no one and everyone.
I tried to explain it and he said 'no that doesn't make sense, how can you live somewhere without owning it?'
I told him that some people pay rent. Asked him to immagine that, but without the paying of anything. You live there because you need a place to live.
He didn't get it.
But it occured to me. Maybe this is what our future is, and maybe this is why anarchy wont work. People have simple states of mind thinking that what they have will make them happy. Recluse away from the family, but shit a large screen TV will fill me with joy.
Too much of that shit to suit me. Too much hoarding of shit. I'm just as guilty as the people I hate, but that's what sets me apart. I realize it and I try to stop it. Some realize it and don't care.
And this brings a question up that i've been thinkin bout: Would I rather have people who are right wing fucks voting and making decisions for the place i live, or would i rather people just not give a shit? Make a deal with the devil folks because either way you lose. I just pray I don't have to raise a kid up to see this cespool (sp?) that we call a world.
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xoxo,
-Hyena.