Looking toward the working class to make any change at this point in time is mere wishful thinking of days gone by, with images of flat caps. Wake yourselves up, mortgage payments rent and a short week. Car insurance, trainers for the kids, branded, money my friends, money, the real world where people have to work, not live on the dole. What's on offer?, fuck all, bullshit talks, by people who know nothing about struggle, know nothing about trying to go shopping to feed a household. Big talk of change, change comes with a fist, not chats over tea and vegan cakes, wake up and smell to sewer that we are living in. Big city talk, knowing nothing of estates, except that they are trendy places to tell people, you call a temporary home. Try growing up and never leaving, no chance of leaving, only sporadic terms in jail, very fucking trendy. Babies pushing, running out of nappies, and the kids money box a safe place for spiders to live in.
I'm an anarchist, only because there is no other word that I have found that describes the way I chose to live, a word, nothing more nothing less. The worst thing that happened to me was learning to read, late in life, and just as well, for jail would still be somewhere I call a second home. I watched as the police, with there buffer zone of press made wankers out of us in the May, this is not a riot, the cries of the muesli munchers. well I was there for a riot, and if your in it, your in it, so press beware in future, your just fair game, you and your expense account.
What is the thought behind a demonstration in today's world?, nothing more then doing what your told, and being lead like sheep, oh and beaten if your unlucky, pointless. The time for listening to those whom wish some peaceful solution, to anything the the state does, is over, go home to your parents homes and get a haircut.
Or, get yourself a bat and fill the jails. Fill the police stations, break the courts, all else is futile.
There is I hear a call by the anarchist movement for ideas next weekend, let it be a call to arms, put up or shut up. A call for ideas, and what will those be, discussions on the past bearded boys, all good reading but not relevant for today my friends.
There is no peaceful solution to what these thieves are doing to us, there really isn't, and any who try and talk any different are just glory hunters, or looking to get their leg over with beautiful ideas and oxfam fashion.
Unless this meeting of minds is to organise an army, a force that can deal with the state on its own ground, using their own tactics, your pissing against the wind, again, so rap it up and get another hobby.

See ya there
Christ Teathan