Say you wanna have a revolution?
Surfing the web the other day, the Redneck Stumbled upon an anarchist marxist blog site that was actually readable, as in literate, enjoyable, and lacking the uh, earnest turgidity, that usually characterises these sites. The Redneck has always had a soft spot for anarchists, marxists, and their relations. The Redneck was a young man in the late 60's and early 70's when many of his peers were marching, protesting, and occupying the President's office of every institute of higher learning. It was a fun time to be young. Did the Redneck participate? Sort of, but hampered by crippling commitment phobia, the Redneck never joined the Hippies, Yippies, Students for a Democratic Society, Communist Party, Black Panthers, Feminists (not being black or feminine was also a factor) or any of the other radical outfits of the day. One of the Redneck's friends was a communist, he also coveted bourgeois sports cars, but this was not a problem for him ideologically, as th