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"Anarchy is not intended to be sustainable. It is not a system of government, a codified list of rules and beliefs, or a mind set geared toward cultural constructivism. It is a spark, a flash, a small flame that ignites a paradigm-obliterating explosion. It is destructive by nature. It lies dormant and, like diesel fuel, can only be ignited by tremendous pressure. It deconstructs. It strips flesh from bone and grinds bone to dust. It is doomed to consumption in the conflagration instigated by its own primal spark. It is a catalyst. It is tinder. It is powder and fuse."

Rich Oliver



Sittin' on the Fear Fence

What kind of movement is this? Who is leading it? What is the agenda?

It is a spontaneous civil event, led by everyone with no real agenda.

Have you ever been pushed against a wall by a bully? Was there, in that episode, a moment of absolute clarity where fear and thoughts of injury or ramifications of action faded and all that remained was peace, stillness, suspension of time and absolute awareness of what was going to happen next? Did you feel your fist balled up in anticipation and sense the pending impact of flesh on flesh, bone on bone, the warm, wet feel of spilt blood and bruised tissue? Did you know, unequivocally, that you were about to be the swift and awful instrument of temporal destruction against the agent of your oppression? When you did, did you smile, empowered by the surety of fear, shock and terror your blows would inflict upon him? Then, after all, did you strike?

No more fear. No more horrible anticipation. No more egg-shell walking. No more watching your back and leaping at sounds and shadows.

Stillness.
Peace.
Resolve.

Action.

Years later. Alone. How did your decisions affect you?

Did you strike, knowing that this would be, fundamentally, a pivotal event in your interaction with this bully, and all subsequent bullies fro the rest of your human existence? Or did you allow yourself to be degraded and humiliated, over and over and over…wishing that you had, at that pivotal moment, taken that illogical swing and changed the course of your life?

Are you, by virtue of your past actions / inactions, a victim or are you empowered?
If you chose to endure then, ask yourself this:
“If I could go back and change things, how would things be different?”

The bully is back. In a big, bad way and is pushing us against a wall. Should we wait and sign a petition? Tell the teacher knowing that any and all sanctions against the bully only enrages them more and sets us up for a real thrashing in some back alley? Or do we stand up and give him a shiner and knock out a few teeth, make him more aware of his own actions by reversing roles?

You, the teacher-tellers, the rule junkies, the hall monitors, the arm chair critics, the should-coulda-woulda crowd…. step aside and let the parking lot crew handle this one. We always have. We always will.

As you lie awake in bed at night alone with your thoughts and all of your insecurities and inadequacies, remember that we, the rejects, the freaks, the hippies, the skate punks, the Emos, the Goths, The rockabilly rednecks, etal, are out here slugging it out with the biggest baddest bully the world has ever known because we, collectively, have been pushed around enough.
We just can’t live with ourselves if we don’t blacken an eye or two.

You better hope we win, because if we don’t the bully will be looking for some geeky kid to pick on out of pure hate and aggression, someone that stands apart from the herd and looks scared….that just might be you.