There are two ways out of capitalism, revolution or death. Anybody who tells you otherwise is simply wrong. The US based sub-cultural cult “Crimethinc” (CWC) who mix anarchism with bohemian drop-out lifestyles and vague anti-civilisation sentiment would have you believe that capitalism is something from which you can merely remove yourself by quitting work, eating from bins and doing whatever “feels good”… They are anarchists by name only with little relevance to the rest of the anarchist milieu and no class analysis…

… The call to transform everyday is a call to smash the current exploitative system, to participate in the class struggle, an ongoing historical conflict between the proletariat and the ruling class. Crimethinc substitute this class struggle with a teenage individualistic rebellion based on having fun now. Shoplifting, dumpster diving, quitting work are all put forward as revolutionary ways to live outside the system but amount to nothing more than a parasitic way of life which depends on capitalism without providing any real challenge. The arrogance of middle class kids (just like the hippies) supposing to change by world by roughing it as “poor” people for a few years is captured perfectly in the quote on the back cover of their book evasion.

“Poverty, unemployment, homelessness - if you’re not having fun, you’re not doing it right!”

Condescending, privileged, middle class crap. The only people who could think that poverty is in any way fun are wealthy kids playing at being poor for a few years, the daily reality of poverty, unemployment and homelessness for the average person is very serious and something anarchists should always organise against rather than mock.

The reality of the situation is that you can’t boycott your way out of capitalism, dropping out of the system is never going to bring it down if anything you just re-enforce the system by recuperating people’s alienation and desire for revolution by selling them a new lifestyle under the same system. Capitalism is a system of coercion and control, we don’t work to support the system, we work because we need food and shelter and healthcare and the only way to get that under capitalism is with money. The only way we can get money is by selling our labour - the alternative is to rot, that’s Capitalism. I don’t want to feed my kids out of a dumpster or have to scam free healthcare if I get cancer, it’s not appealing or practical. There’s nothing revolutionary about using your white, middle-class, western privilege to remove yourself from the system at the expense of those who remain trapped in it. None of us are free until we all are.


W - Rethinking CrimethInc: “Your politics are bourgeois as fuck”

An analysis of (mid 2000s) CrimethInc lifestyle politics by an actual anarchist.


May Day Parade! #crustypunks #skateboardlove #ilovempls #bringyourdog

Crustypunks - The Daily Dish | By Andrew Sullivan

Harrowing portraits of homeless kids and travelers in New York City.

I can’t stop reading these tales of drugs and violence, ex-cons, drop outs, and the unwanted; people who are just socio-pathic enough to fall off the edge. Philosophically, they fall somewhere between Dharma Bums and Milch’s romanticized notion of the artist as psychologically damaged outsider.

It’s amazing how people can so thoroughly mess up their lives, rationalize those mistakes as virtues, and yet still be asking some of the right questions. Which is to say: what is the life that’s worth living? What is freedom? What is society? What does it mean to be true to oneself?


I just want to straight lace our boots, pack a bag, and run for the hills. I want to get crazy n wild. Would you do that with me baby? We can be broke and still be beautiful. It may take a few mirrors at a couple of truck stops during our adventure to keep up with our reflection but as long as I’ve got you by my side and your thumb out next to mine I really wouldn’t mind. Easily, we can grab our bags and leave. We won’t ever have to look back on this shitty town, lets be the kids to get out. We can jump in strangers cars, have unforgettable conversations while driving 70 down the interstate, waiting for our next drop off just about 50 or so miles up the road aways. We will meet new faces and even get into a little bit of trouble on the way and our destination is completely unknown, and I love that thrill. Who knows where we will sleep during the nights or If we will sleep at all. We’ll collect change from people that graduated HS and we will blow it all on vodka and 40s and load up on cancer sticks to kill us faster. I know it all sounds so crazy but it’ll be the greatest memories. Throw our bags on our shoulders and fucking leave, If you ask me being free is more fun than living the American dream.

You left me without anything except for a kiss and a goodbye in the last spot that you saw me at. It sucks that you abandoned me the way you did and I really wish I was worthy enough for you to have just told me the truth about who you really wanted to be with. Im not in love with you but I do love you cause of all the things you taught me about life and myself. You have gained a spot in my heart and there’s nothing I can do to change that. We met, we talked, we flirted, and I fell for you and Im not sorry about any of it.

You came and you gone. You left me in the last spot that you saw me. Im not okay but Ill survive. Thank you for the memories. We were punks roaming the streets and drinking 40’s.