I’ve been angrily writing to my friends, my comrades, and their reception to my writing has caused me to rethink how I should communicate at-large. This is my attempt to-do so. So who am I?
I am a former union organizer, I’m an anarchist, I am an informal organizer in formal organizing spaces. I’m watching the “movement” do what it always does in real-time: nothing. The same old marches, the same flailing, and while its the same-old-same-old, the threat is not. For the so-called US, this is it, what may be our Spanish Civil War, except that the left is in a far worse place to start off with and if we want to win, it’ll have to do with abandoning everything that has to do with legalitarianism, something that anarchists have known for some time, but that anarchists within “America” seem to be in denial over. At least the anarchists not worth their salt, but the ones that are, are simply too few. That’s okay too though.