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pan---what i take exception to is your empty talk about revolution. the argument is basically that you haven't thought it through far enough--like anywhere near far enough---so when i read you trying to invoke it as a way of basically adding some spice to being snippy, there's always a little fight that happens in my head as to whether i am going to take you on or not regarding this. suffice it to say that i come out of a marxist background and so to my mind almost all of what you talk about as problematic concerning the american system looks to me like it is as it is as a function of capitalism. unless you go after that, you aren't talking about anything remotely like revolution. o sure, the militia types would like to imagine that because in their dreamlands they pantomime minutemen that they're somehow revolutionaries--but mostly they're just pathetic.
when i posted about the dominant ideology, i wrote quickly and in the process ended up sounding as though somehow or another i was outside it and you weren't...if only things were that simple...but they aren't. so my apologies for that.
i didn't say anything about "the average person" and really don't care what does and does not "disgust" you about what you imagine my attitude toward this construct of yours to be. you're making up everything you impute to me, so the problems with what you say are yours, not mine. think what you like. it really is of no consequence.
what's hilarious is that you imagine that because i think your "revolutionary" politics are shallower than shallow that somehow or another i am an apologist for the existing order standing in the way of the Heroic March of folk like yourself Forward toward some Brighter Future. you're so completely wrong that it's hard to know where to start with it: what's clearer is that starting isn't worth the time or energy---here's why: this whole business whereby you set yourself up as some Lenin holding out against a world of apologists for the existing order--no matter whether these apologists are figments of your imagination or not---- is nothing more than the introduction of yet another round of what seems to be your favorite game: poor me.
and that, pan, is not a game i have the slightest interest in playing with you again.
if you want to play a different game, then fine--but wading through another series of posts that are about your victimization, no. not interested.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
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