"Better to die standing, than to live on your knees."

I sit here, with a lot of tabs open. Anarcho-syndicalism, Anarchism, Socialism, Ernesto Che Guevara, Jessica Mitford and this blog. I've spent the last few hours pouring over half a dozen different government systems, revolutionaries who died for causes that have yet to come into fulfillment, men and women that chose not to fight with the sword but the pen, arguments upon arguments as to why this system is better and this one is worse--through all of this--the only constant is that they all seem completely enraged by the fact that the rich continue to get richer as the poor continues to get poorer.

That's noble enough.

How is it that something starts so pure, but ends up being nothing but pure unbridled pride? Well, I suppose that greed is mixed in there somewhere as well. Pouring over all of this has raised more questions than answers, which is probably to be expected.

Che Guevara once said, "Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love." I agree with this, I find it hard to argue, actually. A man can not truly fight for a cause with all of himself, and commit his entire life to it unless he is guided by love. He has to have a love for the people he is trying to save, the issue he is trying to change, and the cause he is fighting for--otherwise he will inevitably fail. However, I believe that Che Guevara was guided, fully, by love and he still failed. Was he truly a revolutionary if he failed? And although he did fail, he's still idolized by millions who still dream of a day when his idea of society will be more than a dream, but the fight is over. No one's pushing forward with these ideas anymore, not to any extreme. That's the problem with everything. It seems that everything has already been tried and failed and what is really left? Is it really a lost cause not even worth fighting for anymore? Is it time to accept the world as it is, and that it can't be changed?

Maybe it's the lack of inspiration or motivation. The apathy plaguing everything, I am guilty of this myself, I've let apathy swallow me whole because it's easier. It's easy to be disheartened and just say, "I can't change anything I'm only one person." Do we not care enough about something to be able to live for it--or even more so that we're willing to die for it. Che Guevara also said, "I don't care if I fall, as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps fighting." What happened to that mentality? Where did it go? Why is everyone so frustrated with wages, war, politics, religion, poverty, health care, pollution, and everything else but no one willing to actually do anything about it? Fear. We're afraid. We're living in a society that's supposed to be completely free, but we're so trapped by our own society. We've created a world that's supposed to be simpler, easier, better--but all we've done is create a world of a stressful cycle of greed, capitalism, and fascism--conform, conform, fucking conform. And if you don't--we have a problem. This inspires fear in most, because it's supposed to.

We're supposed to think we're free, but in reality be on a three foot leash. Fear of reproach and social stigma can be a powerful entity. There have been moments when I should have stood up and spoke my mind, but I didn't because I didn't want to be shunned for my line of thinking. Although, these days I think it would only take one person to stand up and really say what it is that's on your mind and I believe the rest would follow.

Nietzsche had the mentality that regardless who it was that was standing in the way of progress, should be exterminated--mainly I think it's a safe assumption that Nietzsche believed religion was the main entity hindering human progress. Che shared this belief, in stating "In fact, if Christ himself stood in my way I, like Nietzsche , would squish him like a worm."

The more I dwell on this the more I see that I should have stood up and said what I had to say when I was frightened that I wouldn't be accepted after. I think the others would have followed. So, I challenge all of you reading this--assuming anyone actually does--to say what's on your mind. Fuck stigma. Fuck reproach. Fuck condemnation. If you get enough hungry people together--you can start a revolution. I don't know about you, but looking around, I see a lot of people that are fucking starving.