Monday, July 16, 2018

My name is Rock and I was an Anarchist

Once upon a time, I was an anarchist. I thought that I was the king of my world, dependent on no one, and the master of my destiny. Eventually, the day came where my entire life fell apart and I found myself alone, weak, naked, broke, homeless, and totally unable to fend for myself or protect myself and I had to rely on the kindness of strangers.

They housed me, fed me, clothed me, and stayed with me until I had the ability to do those things for myself. Without them, I would have died. I had very little say in the decisions that they made about my life. Not where I lived, what I ate, how I dressed, or even which language I spoke! They had a lot of rules and I had to become an active part of their community. Sometimes this involved doing things I didn't want to or chipping in money for something the group needed. Despite all of this, I had no interest in returning to my old hermit life. I realized that I didn't have all of the answers and just because I trust someone doesn't mean they are out to screw me over.

It wasn't long before I became a Minarchist and wanted maximum freedom and minimal government. I got better jobs, saved money, and moved out of my parents' home. If you're an anarchist or even worse a full-blown socialist it's not too late for you to do the same!

Twisted Faces - Caricature Art from Rock Cowles

Twisted Faces - Caricature Art from Rock Cowles
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