Wild animals are alive until they're dead. Most Americans, on the other hand, are neither truly alive nor totally dead. They sleep but do not dream, and they breathe, but never deeply. They stumble through their days and argue, unconvincingly, between complaints, that they are happy. Elation and anguish are strangely absent from their lives, just as large predators are missing from the landscape. Most Americans will never experience a gore wound, tumble down a mountain, or even get punched in the nose. Their pain is worse. It's the suffering caused by an atrophied spirit.
Anarchists would have us believe that these people can somehow be awakened, saved, shown the light, liberated. Or better still, that they will one day decide to save themselves. Let's face it: most people are neither capable of, nor willing to, master their own lives.
With these considerations in mind, there is a strategy I would advocate. Admittedly, it isn't for everyone. Unlike most tactics, however, its effectiveness does not depend on drawing recruits into a critical mass. It satisfies not only the conscience but also the stomach of that rare person who feels that it's not enough to defend the wild, but who more than anything longs to be wild.
The strategy I suggest is an example of the permaculture multi-use principle at its best, not only reducing global starvation and overpopulation, but serving to free up much-needed environmental resources. This, in turn, will relieve some of the environmental strain caused by overconsumption while simultaneously helping the economy.
Yes, cannibalism is the tactic I support. It does not dilute its message for the media sound bite, but instead bites the anchorperson in the throat. Instead of begging politicians for table scraps, they become the main course. Imagine savage tribes of high-schoolers head-hunting in the burned remains of Wall Street. Artists and activists, malnourished no longer, practice with their homemade bows on the slowest, most bountiful game while it lasts. The once-starving millions now exchange recipes. Copdogs. Monarch-a-la-king. Papal sauce. And in every recovering clearcut, Buddha-bellied gangsters are lounging, picking their teeth, belching beside their cook fires.
-John Robbins
Anarchists would have us believe that these people can somehow be awakened, saved, shown the light, liberated. Or better still, that they will one day decide to save themselves. Let's face it: most people are neither capable of, nor willing to, master their own lives.
With these considerations in mind, there is a strategy I would advocate. Admittedly, it isn't for everyone. Unlike most tactics, however, its effectiveness does not depend on drawing recruits into a critical mass. It satisfies not only the conscience but also the stomach of that rare person who feels that it's not enough to defend the wild, but who more than anything longs to be wild.
The strategy I suggest is an example of the permaculture multi-use principle at its best, not only reducing global starvation and overpopulation, but serving to free up much-needed environmental resources. This, in turn, will relieve some of the environmental strain caused by overconsumption while simultaneously helping the economy.
Yes, cannibalism is the tactic I support. It does not dilute its message for the media sound bite, but instead bites the anchorperson in the throat. Instead of begging politicians for table scraps, they become the main course. Imagine savage tribes of high-schoolers head-hunting in the burned remains of Wall Street. Artists and activists, malnourished no longer, practice with their homemade bows on the slowest, most bountiful game while it lasts. The once-starving millions now exchange recipes. Copdogs. Monarch-a-la-king. Papal sauce. And in every recovering clearcut, Buddha-bellied gangsters are lounging, picking their teeth, belching beside their cook fires.
-John Robbins
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