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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The lamenting Anarchist

I've got bad news. Well, when I say bad news, what i actually mean is I've got news. It just might happen to be of the bad variety, to some of us. It need not be so forever, but for now I believe it could just stay that way. What I mean by "need not be so forever" isn't necessarily what it might seem. I'm not being optimistic about the situation changing, but the same news needn't be sour forever. Now to the news itself.

I suspect I liked the idea of an anarchy. Anarchy in its purest form. Where there is a greater good than "THE" greater good. Which is - its absence. Every man entitled to an un-orchestrated/perpetuated opinion. This is not because I believe in the true innate goodness of humankind nor is it because most nature over any time-scale seems to behave like an anarchy. It might have been just that the idea of an anarchy brought about images of some sort of chaos and extremely individual motives to me. Extreme imagination takes you to a place where the fucker next door will shoot you in the head just because he can, and no one works. But will that be the case? Will the human-being become a shame to his present image? Will collaborative effort of any sort become impossible? Will life as we know it be cease to exist?

An anarchist might argue that free will innate to every human should be reason enough for the acceptance of anarchy. He'll also argue that "The state", once formed, automatically has motives of self sustenance. These motives can & will take precedence over any individual's/organisation's needs. He might argue that collective ideas might overshadow individual thought. And finally he'll tell you that the solution to all of this is anarchy.

The bad news is this. We are in an anarchy. In an anarchy where many people had this idea that an organisation, whose sole purpose is the regulation of thing,s would be beneficial. Then there were people who had different ideas and so protested. They fought when they felt like and moaned about it other times. There can only be an anarchy. The present one just doesn't match up to your idea of it. So you decide to lament and you do, while I decide to write about you, & if it were a controlled dictatorship, someone would decide to shut me down for it. Everyone still does what they want. Its a battle of wills.