Pissing in the wind

I desire, dream, fight, educate, and yes, sometimes even unbelievingly pray, to be part of the mainstream.

Perhaps it's just a Midwest thing, but why is it so hard to find a revolutionary worker and so easy to find a goddamn lifestyle anarchist? Is it the shitty music, the brave boycott of the corporate soap makers, or the promise of pissing off your suburban mom and pop when you waste your college fund on dope and cross-country trips?

I don't deny the potential of groups like CrimethInc., but when they choose self-exile, the logical question is: Who the fuck gives a fuck?

Have fun trading "zines" at the "really really free market," we'll be trying to organize the working class into OBU. Actually, we could use some help. But then again, the CrimethInc. collective is for "ex-workers." 'Cause working is for idiots. So says the powerless leisure class.