It was about 11pm when the key source for the article I had been writing told me the lynchpin of my story, nearly 3,000+ words typed up and ready for editing, was not entirely correct. My deadline was 1am. There was no salvaging the story and if I was to rescue anything of the encounter I’d need to sweat out some major revisions.
Things did not look good.
So I drank, wondering what the hell I’d write about instead, when I saw a meme claiming that Anarchists and State Communists shouldn’t argue until “after the revolution.”
Inspiration struck and I spat venom at the concept of “Left Unity” until 4:15am
Anarchists, whose goals don’t include replacing the ruling class with a fairer boss or a better party, find themselves lumped in with “comrades” far more grotesque than a Casey Anthony Babysitting Club.
Marxist-Leninists support the imperialist struggles of anti-imperialists provided their war-crimes are against the United States; Maoists attest that the Chinese Communist party, home to actual millionaires, is leading its pollution-choked lumpen proles towards Marx’s grand vision; primitivists decry every human life as a murder while calling for a “peaceful” culling of the herd; Syndicalists assure me freedom is no farther away than a worker-owned McDonald’s exploited by majority vote.
I don’t want any of those futures, nor would I fight for them, yet because of the place they hold on some imaginary scale I am to regard them as “friends.”