Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.
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Edward Abbey, A Voice Crying in the Wilderness, 1989
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My conscience won’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America. And shoot them for what? They never called me nigger, they never lynched me, they didn’t put no dogs on me, they didn’t rob me of my nationality, rape and kill my mother and father. Shoot them for what? How can I shoot them poor people? Just take me to jail.
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Muhammad Ali on the Vietnam War Draft
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Fosse: @the crime scene LOL
Martin: Good tweet, good tweet.
The only true freedom you find, is when you realize and come to terms with the fact that you are completely and unapologetically fucked, and then you are free to float around the system.
You were born free, you got fucked out of half of it and you wave a flag celebrating it.
At least black people knew when they were slaves; you remain clueless.
… I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
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Patrick Bateman, American Psycho
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For the record, he’s not talking about fucking troops ‘protecting our freedoms’, so don’t be a statist shithead.
Who is Spain?”
“Why is Hitler?”
“When is right?”
“Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call Poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?”
“How was trump at Munich?”
“Ho-ho beriberi.”
and
“Balls!”
all rang out in rapid succession, and then there was Yossarian with the question that had no answer:
“Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
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Joseph Heller’s “Catch-22”
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Empires only flourish atop the backs of slaves.
Ann Perkins: Allergies?
Ron Swanson: Cowardice, and weak-willed men... and hazelnuts.
I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.
