This musing is in no way calling for and or supporting the use of violence.
As an American, I have been brainwashed since birth to be ultra-nationalistic with a penchant for psychotic violence. Born in the heat of the Reagan years, I grew up amid the tension of the Cold War, Oliver North, and the first invasion of Iraq. Only 26-years on, and I’ve lived through three formal wars, numerous clandestine incursions, and a plethora of aerial bombardments, all brought to me live via the journalistic expertise of CNN.
During my younger and more naïve years, I was appalled by war and everything related to it. Now, as a seasoned adult that has been thoroughly soaked in the modern media’s collage of death, I’ve come to appreciate the capabilities of violence. Violence gets shit done – from the provocation of the US Empire to the cowering of entire populations.
Today, I find myself in a country racked by political upheaval and can’t help but to scratch my head at the tactics of the proletariat. They honestly believe a smattering of donated blood will push mass political change that causes the bourgeoisie to retreat from the halls of power? No, this isn’t Gandhi’s peaceful rebellion that eroded British rule; this is an attempt to topple a caste system that has been in place for centuries.
Yet, we find the proletariat rallying behind a despicable bourgeoisie figurehead. Reds, I’m sorry, but the revolution is doomed to fail, lest you dump your shallow notions of democracy and pick up both the pen and the sword.
