Sic Semper Tyrannis
I don't know about you, hypothetical livejournal reader or MI5 agent, but I don't want to toil, sweat or die for some other bastards gains. Especially not when that person is part of the top whatever percent of the rich.
All of our great cities, all of our industry and our material wealth was created from the hands of the workers (lets not get into class struggle here, but its true). Our goods are made, sold and bought by average people, our cars, our food, our clothes. Who makes the money? Not me. Not you. Its the elite, the owners, the fat cats.
I cannot work for myself, indeed I have to pay taxes, I have to pay for the land I use, even if it is unused or surplus. I do not reward the farmer, the cashier or the truck driver when I buy my food. I reward the owner, the boss, the 'man'.
I dont get that choice, that choice of who to reward. If I wanted to live the way I want, with a small cottage, a little farm and a few little niceties, I couldn't. I'd have to work, to pay rent, to keep my job, to earn enough to buy land, so I can quit my job, so I can be taxed for what I have, so I can be 'protected' and cared for. Even I'm lucky, atleast here I could work a shitty job, and not be forced into a marriage, or stoned, or abused or mutilated.
God I'm glad im not a gay muslim woman. Really, I'm glad.
But its bullshit. I just want to live my life, without having some other cunt come along and demand x, y or z because he's my 'leader'. What ever you think is right, keep it to yourself, by that I mean, if you believe that all people should be peasant serfs, then by all means, do that in the comfort of your own home, but dont come fucking up my life because you feel you are supperior.
None of this world revolution or global economy bullshit. I dont want any of it, get on with it, if you think its right, but let me opt the fuck out and watch the fireworks from afar.
The crux of the problem for me is that I have no real choice. I can tick boxes A,B,C but I can't say 'none of the above' if I dislike those options, if I try, options A,B,C will get their lads and come beat my head in and chuck me in a cell. If you want to be a SLAVE, I can't stop you, but don't expect me to join in your sick game.
All of our great cities, all of our industry and our material wealth was created from the hands of the workers (lets not get into class struggle here, but its true). Our goods are made, sold and bought by average people, our cars, our food, our clothes. Who makes the money? Not me. Not you. Its the elite, the owners, the fat cats.
I cannot work for myself, indeed I have to pay taxes, I have to pay for the land I use, even if it is unused or surplus. I do not reward the farmer, the cashier or the truck driver when I buy my food. I reward the owner, the boss, the 'man'.
I dont get that choice, that choice of who to reward. If I wanted to live the way I want, with a small cottage, a little farm and a few little niceties, I couldn't. I'd have to work, to pay rent, to keep my job, to earn enough to buy land, so I can quit my job, so I can be taxed for what I have, so I can be 'protected' and cared for. Even I'm lucky, atleast here I could work a shitty job, and not be forced into a marriage, or stoned, or abused or mutilated.
God I'm glad im not a gay muslim woman. Really, I'm glad.
But its bullshit. I just want to live my life, without having some other cunt come along and demand x, y or z because he's my 'leader'. What ever you think is right, keep it to yourself, by that I mean, if you believe that all people should be peasant serfs, then by all means, do that in the comfort of your own home, but dont come fucking up my life because you feel you are supperior.
None of this world revolution or global economy bullshit. I dont want any of it, get on with it, if you think its right, but let me opt the fuck out and watch the fireworks from afar.
The crux of the problem for me is that I have no real choice. I can tick boxes A,B,C but I can't say 'none of the above' if I dislike those options, if I try, options A,B,C will get their lads and come beat my head in and chuck me in a cell. If you want to be a SLAVE, I can't stop you, but don't expect me to join in your sick game.