Self Proclaimed Anarchists


I saw a poster for an anarchist book fair whilst walking home from work this evening. The helpful poster displayed the start and end times, what sort of items would be on offer ,details of refreshments available and activities for children. There was a phone number for anyone who had a question and directions to the venue.

I am from the West Country and therefore possibly a bit slow (incest can have that effect – NA), but isn’t anarchy supposed to be a state of utter fucking chaos? Someone had clearly missed the point here . The organiser should have had it when they felt like it, where they wanted, and balls to anyone else.

I have met various people who claimed to be anarchists, but close inspection always revealed them to be far-left leaning types who were simply uncomfortable with subjects like Washing, Going to Work, Turning up on Time and Taking Responsibility. One such berk invited a group of us round to his house and got very angry when I pointed out that all his CD’s were in alphabetical order.

I will admit to being very easily irritated, but what a bag of unmitigated shite. I apologise for not being able to find a suitable link to illustrate my point, but did note how many societies there are on-line for anarchists. It’s almost as if they like joining in with other folks.

Nominated by : Mary Hinge

Seconded by Miserable Northern cunt:

What a great nom Mary👍

If i can add?
Ive met a few anarchists.
All middle class.
They seem uncomfortable around working class people.
And all seem to be bookworms.

Anarchy isnt something to aspire to.
I like order.
Most of these cunts would be dead without mummy and daddys trust fund and Holland and Barrett.

They all seem more Rick from the young ones than Che Guevara.

If anarchy ever happens these twats would be its first casualties.
Robbed, bummed then eaten.

17 thoughts on “Self Proclaimed Anarchists

  1. I once went to a party in Hulme in Manchester.
    It was a squat in the crescents known as the Bullring.
    Right shitpit.

    There was these blokes there,
    Crusty punks,
    And were part of Class War
    A anarchist group.

    They didnt approve of anything.

    Eating meat
    Washing
    Watching telly
    Working
    Home ownership.
    Anything normal.

    The more I drank the more i took the piss.
    They didn’t have much of a sense of humour.
    Its probably bourgeois?
    Laughter is part of the capitalist war machine.

    Anyway they were a pair of secret middle class students.
    Wankers.

    Ive never met a anarchist who wasn’t a copper bottom cunt.

  2. If you search for famous anarchists
    Youll find that

    1) theyre either sweaty french cunts
    Or square headed boring Russian cunts.

    2). Theyre never working class.
    Always either a writer,
    Philosopher or something that involves sitting on your arse eating biscuits and avoiding manual labour.

    So speccy lazy cunts.
    An probably vegans

  3. And, all anarchist birds are mingers. Ugly sods.

    My sister’s best mate mind was an animal rights activist though, and fit as with it. Could have made a living doing Page3, straight up

    One day, I was on my dinner hour in Manchester City Centre, and she and some others were protesting on Market Street.
    .
    I remember this, because my sister’s best pal had nothing on except strategically placed stickers on the vital areas.

    Something I’d thought about since I was 12 years of age had come to pass, and the left wrist was kaput for days afterwards.

    So, some good things can come out of these activist shenanigans.

  4. I’m simply a self proclaimed anarchist without having to lifting a finger. Living by oneself is the answer, enjoying what and when I feel like doing anything. Does make one lazy though, especially when getting older. You don’t wash, or tidy up, no need to work after retirement, but still have to meet doctors and hospital appointments, just like having to do my own shopping. A recently good thing I don’t have to do, is pick up my repeat medical proscriptions now its delivered, but the irony is I have to take the repeat all the way to the surgery because of not having up to the minute technology. They don’t realise, the older one gets, the least one can’t be arsed about what’s what.

  5. I joined the Anarchist Society at University.
    It didn’t last long because no one obeyed the rules.

    Then I thought about joining the Apathy Society.
    But I couldn’t be bothered.

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