The other day on FaceBook, a meme went around asking you to write a one word descriptive about someone using the THIRD letter of your first name. Then copy and paste the conditions on your own wall and continue to infinity (and beyond). It was fairly short lived (I have not seen it go viral beyond the first couple of days) but I got one very interesting A word that someone posted about me:
A definition of Anarchist, by way of Dictionary.Com is:
a person who promotes disorder or excites revolt against any established rule, law, or custom.
a person who seeks to overturn by violence all constituted forms and institutions of society and government, with no purpose of establishing any other system of order in the place of that destroyed.
Government of the people, by the people, for the people…
So…am I an anarchist? Have I not written just a teeny tiny bit about my indignation at the state of Education, the cuts to the Arts, the decimation of Arts-In-Education, the dumbing down and installation of a confederacy of dunces in our public schools? (*btw, if you have not read the book A Confederacy of Dunces, then you really should, and ASAP). Do I wish we got off of this juggernaut of mediocrity and separation of classes that is strongly being pushed down our throats? Do I wish we would stand up to the Bloomberg’s and his bean counters, the Big Money that has destroyed the economics of this country, the lazy and mean spirited who bully their way into so many factions of our lives?
Yes…in this case, I’m an ANARCHIST…and I’m OK!
Remember, remember…the Fifth of November…
What Are You Going To Do? Aren’t We Complacent Enough?