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Dear libcommers,

I introduced myself to this forum appropriately some months ago. I have also posted replies I think only in the thought forum. My posts are few in number and one refers to a web site which I might believe was visited by one of your users who rated those posts of mine which were there more highly than I myself. I have a long association with the left dating back to the days when British Soldiers described eating tin foil to get out of Northern Ireland at LPYS meetings. As a teenager I graduated to anarchism, attracted by its freedoms. It is only recently that I discovered that with those freedoms come heavy responsibilities. Freedom is a gamble with risks for the immature but pays out 110% if invested in.

Now I'll cut the crap. I went to an anarchist meeting and came away with an Eat The Rich sticker. Kropotkin was rich. Engles was rich. Voline was a freemason. What is you boys have with class struggle?

This is class explained in Britain. There are three clubs. The working class, the middle class and the ruling class. Each has its own rules. Member of each think their own club is better than the other two. They fight. They slander each other. They sleep with each other. They are like teenagers behind the bike shed fighting to be first in line.

We (anarchists) are not looking for superiority. We are striving for fraternity, liberty and equality. You don't get these by spitting on people.

I have been thinking of how to help other anarchists recently. I have come to realise that despite the fact that I am as a poor as a church mouse with a little more than enough cheese to subsist that I am in fact incredibly well connected to huge numbers of people of all classes (although my ride needs pimping). I am knocking at your door as first visit of a newly found man and I KNOW others will open their door to me if you refuse.

Yours expecting the usual laughter and silence,
Voline.
p.s. I don't like Microsoft shops

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