Politics, amirite? Hooboy. This will be the last article in my attempt to top all categories of FtB articles, unless some sneaky fucker edges me out of one of the categories I already topped. Get it, I’m a top. I kid, you know I switch. OK I’m probably a pillow princess but you know I got a bad back. LL Cool J would rap about banging my girlfriend if I had one. Remember that line?
OK, so politics, I know I’ve been thinking something about this lately, what was it? Hm… Oh yeah. Last night while I was non-sleeping, I was trying to explain myself to the mute audience in my head, and felt the need to preface my arguments with who I am, politically. I haven’t felt the need to put that into words much, so here it is.
I’m an personal anarchist. I think society should have laws but that all people should be willing to break them, as needed, to suit our personal ethos. Be willing to do the time for your crimes, but be willing to do the crimes you feel are most necessary.
I’m a socialist, maybe even a communist, at the end of the day. No allegiance to the ghost of the USSR, no worries in that Charly. I just know that in a world where every inch is owned by either the government or billionaires, there is no room for any person to truly meet all their own needs.
In the USA we live by that myth. All our laws are constructed around an idea grown more absurd every day, that every person can work, and that the fruit of that labor can be sufficient to care for us through our whole lives. If we, the poor, can’t have one fucking thing that isn’t fragile as hell, can’t have any social safety net to pick us up when getting worked at this rate inevitably breaks us, then the government needs to step up with cradle-to-grave social services, given generously and without stipulation. And as far as the commune goes, that isn’t just breaking your back with a hoe. I think all Hollywood movie-making and corporate art should ultimately be destroyed and replaced with artists working communally to make art for its own sake, profit as incidental rather than the sole motivating factor to make or do anything. And tech and science and education and child-rearing. There are many things that can be done communally.
The rich bore me as much as they oppress me. Their idea of the good life, of what is worthwhile at all, it’s a cosmically bad joke. I’d be OK with them existing, with their cheek implants and lambos, if they could just leave it at that and not suck us dry at every opportunity. They can’t be trusted with what they have. Class war now, babes.
I keed, I keed. Or do I? I do. Unless..? Ahaha, I had you going. Or maybe…
EDIT – I DID IT!!!! I’M NUMBER ONE!!!! for as long as it lasts.