It is with great sadness...

that I view this most recent post of my good friend. Though I, myself, am united in this failure to this blog, I was surprised to see what he had to say when I opened it today, especially when I was about to recommend that we get more engaged in it. Of course, our viewers our few, and that was another thing that I had hoped to finish.

With sincerity, I would welcome and request you in this endeavor, as the potential is still great, as with all things, and we can achieve great things.


And with this in mind, I can't help but think of all people who involve themselves in an endeavor and let it fall to waste, or dispose of all their energy manifested from their passions in things that aren't conducive to those passions.

I speak of the poltical artists who create their art and don't talk to the viewer and incite their passions toward greater things.

I speak of the punk rockers who go to concerts, sew their clothes, steal what they don't make themselves, and waste their energies in mosh pits and petty theft when they could apply it to direct action and organized theft.

I speak of the "emo kid" who cuts themself, listens to angry or sad music, and focuses on aesthetics and superficiality when they could be acting to amend their situation, aiming their discontent toward removing the objects of their discontent.

I speak of the activist who goes out and protests the war yet never thinks to go out and physically stop those who go out and kill (by nonviolent means, mind you. What is more counterproductive than violently ending violence?).

I speak of the blogger and writer who says what should be done, points out the injustices, or even holds their tongue, without going out and directly promoting those things that they research and write about so passionately.

And I speak of those who try and unite one group to create our glorious disaster without appealing to those other groups: the anarchists that don't appeal to the democrats, the communists who don't appeal to the socialists, the democrats that don't appeal to community organizers, the charity workers who don't appeal to the anarchists, the punks who alienate the emos, the hippies who alienate the industrious, the do-ers who alienate the thinkers...

So let us first pick up the yoke of our duty to ourselves and others, that obscure duty that nobody seems to agree upon what it entails or where it came from, and then go out with the weight of the world on our shoulders and begin our glorious disaster. Not on one persons shoulders, but on the shoulders of every benevolent and caring individual, so that the weight itself does not crush us entirely.

Come friends, unite in this decaying world to utterly decimate it! Long live the disaster!

This is my last post.

I am sorry to say that I have failed this blog. It had the potential to be great and I let it go. My only hope is that my friend who I leave this with can one day make this a seedy spot where collaborators of all walks of life to come together to tear down what is evil.

I will leave you with these words:

We do not want a revolution. For a revolution implies that we end up in the same place when it is all over. What we want, my comrades, is disaster.