Ash Housewares
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people registering at 18, cool, good for you, I never did, atleast some people still have faith in democracy, its reassuring
Thats just about the wordiest post ive ever seen in my life.FoodPoisoning said:Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up with going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they 'overdid it on the first day'! And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhoea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and one night they take you to a local restaurant with local colour and colouring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos' and complaining about the food - 'Oh! It's so greasy isn't it?' and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres. And sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't even visited, 'to all at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an "X". Wish you were here. Food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets Where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner"' and spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwhiches and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are vomitting and throwing up on the plastic flowers and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland waiting to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can pick you up on the tarmac at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of 'unforeseen difficulties'. i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris, and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at eight, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing Enterovioform tablets and queuing for the toilets and when you finally get to the hotel, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bog and there's a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are double-booked and you can't sleep anyway and the Spanish Tourist Board promises you that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a case of mild Spanish tummy, like the last outbreak of Spanish tummy in 1660 which killed half London and decimated Europe, and meanwhile the bloody Guardia are busy arresting sixteen-year-olds for kissing in the streets and shooting anyone under nineteen who doesn't like Franco...
I understand what anarchism is but since anarchism isnt even a form of government but rather a lack thereof it cant be counted as a choice of gov't...b/c it isnt one. Thats why i said the libertarian party because it's a party based on personal liberty and personal responsibility. Its the closest thing to anarchism out of the choices. Unless there something out there that i just dont knowPublicEnemy said:I don't think the Libertarians support the abolition of governments or money
Anarchism is very different from Libertarianism,to know what is Anarchism,take a look
Libertarianism is still capitalism,with a little more freedom,but no economical freedom because of the existence of money
This touting of anarchism ought not to be taken seriously. Not only is the idea devoid of all historical precedent (which suggests a departure from human nature itself), its sole intellectual substance is this abstract notion of freedom. As attractive as this word sounds, we must realize that the ideal of the autonomous individual is a myth. He can never be independent of his nature, or of his society; his sense and judgement forbids a state where he can simply filter out external realities which condition his thinking.Rius666 said:I understand what anarchism is but since anarchism isnt even a form of government but rather a lack thereof it cant be counted as a choice of gov't...b/c it isnt one. Thats why i said the libertarian party because it's a party based on personal liberty and personal responsibility. Its the closest thing to anarchism out of the choices. Unless there something out there that i just dont know