Oh God, you know what really gets me wet? The thought of dismantling the state, piece
by individual piece, tearing apart the oligarchs, dismantling the dollar, and one cannot forget
that intimacy found in riots. Can't you think of it? Leveling the power structure, all of
us dressed in black, constructing Molotov cooktails, lighting the wicks and rags on fire and watching
the buildings burn? Oh, that satisfying flush of light, the utter terror on the face of
the plutocrats as we drag them down from their stages, the way that those chain-link fences,
so integral to the class divisions, just coming down with a thunderous clank as we all march
in, our weapons drawn, our grins fashioned, as those who had their boot-heels on our necks
instead take barewells to their skulls. Flesh of light, the splatter of blood and flesh
humans reduce to mere meat. And with it, the entire spectacle of capitalism, the authoritarian
state comes crumbling to its knees alongside its stuck supporters. Anon, the rich will
fall.
