Kapital Letter

I slapped a man in Freo just to see him die. Slaps, however, aren't lethal, and this was no exception. He merely nursed his cheek with one hand and punched me with the other. That experiment cost me a pretty penny in hospital bills, but I suppose it's better that I learnt it early in life. Well, at least before I became an assassin or anything.

But such things are mere contrivances on the road to true fulfillment. Is it a road littered with harmony, though? Well, socialism is based around the building of a classless society, so I assume it must be littered with something. Whatever that may be, though, the whole thing boils down to a lack of labels and unclear definitions. Sure, the "I'm not a communist, I'm a Marxist" defense failed to convince the authorities during the black-list years, but today's world is much more tolerant and gullible. With the right backing, a New English socialist could really go places. And hopefully they'd be the right ones.

Why has it become such a dirty word? Is it really that much different from capitalism? No. In fact if you remove the democratic element and all that stuff about private ownership, capitalism is very similar to communism. And yet here we are, waging war against Wales for having a few fanciful ideas about harmony. Well I'm here to change all that.

I propose a revolutionary new system where there is no government at all. That's right, no laws, no elections, no nothing. Everyone can just run around and do what they want. And no one would be prosecuted for exposing themselves in public.