Look at what the police are doing now (read the comments as well, they’re always worthwhile). I’m not really sure why they’re doing it.

I don't drink tea either

  Just because I don’t drink tea it doesn’t mean that I’m an anarchist. I voted for Ron Paul.

They’ve started on all the pre-crime thought-crime stuff. I suppose this is thanks to all you Tory and Lib Dem voters. I have only you to blame. As if there is really any danger from the British public.

There was a riot a few months ago in a provincial little English town called Bristol. You may have heard of it. It was on the front page of The Independent, page 3 of The Times, various bloggers banged on about it, Banksy did a little thing in honour of it.

It was pretty cool, and not merely from an anarchist, anti-statist, anti-capitalist fuck-this-shit-up perspective. There were a hell of a lot of good vibrations travelling about, throwing themselves upon you. It was inescapable. It was a good natured riot. Nothing was bad. Not even fools throwing bottles from the back, or crazy women shouting about all the middle class kids not giving a fuck, or police officers acting like pigs.

Yes there were a lot of middle class kids, but I thought that we were all middle class now anyway. There are lots of middle class kids that live round Stokes Croft. That’s where all the cool kids go anyways, even though it is a bit of a hike back to Redland or Clifton or large country manors.  There were lots of old crusties and local youths as well, so I don’t see the problem.

Nobody cares about anything anymore anyway. Everybody’s angry.

I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

But what do we do? What can we do? We can walk around with megaphones and write stuff on walls and connect with strangers on the internet, and then we can be arrested for what might be. We can be put on registers for what we think. We can be filmed and assimilated into great databases for where we go.

So if the police occupy a main street in a busy, hip area that strives to be as independent as possible (Gloucester Road has the largest number of independent traders on any one road in the United Kingdom), is it really any wonder that people are going to come along to see what’s going on, and tell the police to fuck off and do something useful? Can you really blame middle class kids for revelling in the excitement and solidarity that could only be found elsewhere by paying a few hundred quid to attend a large corporate music festival? If you do blame them then you’re most likely the kind of person that defends the music industry, a corporate shill with nothing interesting to say. That says a lot I suppose. We’re all sad and bored and alone. Buy stuff to make it better. Don’t bother helping each other. Keep buying stuff. Don’t smile. Sounds like I’m ripping someone off.

You won’t find me commending or condemning any violence. I didn’t do anything. You won’t see me in any videos. I wasn’t even there. I just had a good time yo.


Get a poster from ebay for a hundred quid?