I used to think anarchy was an element of some of the songs of the Sex Pistols or The Clash. The thought of traveling to another city to protest some imagined offense was absolutely foreign to me, my family and my friends. Even the term ‘anarchy’ seemed medieval and something that happened in countries that had no government or laws. Perhaps I wasn’t paying enough attention.
The recent G-20 meetings in Pittsburgh, PA brought with it the usual suspects of “anarchists” that protest everything and achieve nothing except a beating, which they then twist into some sort of self-proclaimed accomplishment.
    
I often wondered what anarchists did when they weren’t being pummeled with batons, tear-gassed and arrested. Did they go back to their anarchist HQ in some castle in Barvaria? Maybe they were organized into regional offices like AFLAC or the Red Cross, although those organizations actually do something. In any event, wherever they went to or came from, they sure did seem to be angry about something.With a little digging I have learned some of their concerns, methods and tactics and some of their lingo. Here, I’ll share them with you.
What they’re protesting

Globalization of economies, Global Warming, Global Cooling, lots of things Globe-related. The Environment, Capitalism, Columbus Day, Hiroshima and Nagasaki Day, America, American Exceptionalism, Technology, Running Water, Toilets, Animal rights, The Fur Trade, Free Trade, Fair Trade, NAFTA, CAFTA, The 4th of July, poverty, wealth, SUVs, anything mechanical, the treatment of native Americans, slavery, gay rights, lesbian rights, plastics, oil, gasoline, diesel trucks, skyscrapers, guns, gun ownership, the NRA, Starbucks, any corporation, Israel, NATO, war, the military, military personnel, the government, any government,......damn near anything. You name an issue, they’ve got a problem with it. And they’re mad about it, they’re so mad that they throw Molotav cocktails, rocks and pretty much anything else at the riot police. More on those guys in a minute.
How they organize and what they do when they get there
Being a sophisticated bunch, they read schedules. They find out when and where a summit is to be held be it the G-20, G-8, World Bank or any group of leaders. But the list doesn’t stop there. They show up at military bases, nuclear power plants, coal-fired power plants, championship sports winning team cities and the like. Any place a lot of people and most importantly, the media are so they can showcase their displeasure with whatever is going on.
Then they use their cell phones, computers, Facebook, Twitter, MySpace or their smartphones, all of which are invented, researched and produced by those evil corporations using cheap, unskilled laborers in sweatshops that they love to protest. Most of them barely have enough money to subsist on so instead of checking into the Ritz-Carlton, which they wouldn’t be caught dead in if they had the cash, unless they were protesting it, they crash at friends’ houses, hostels, sympathizers that take them in, their tents, a sleeping bag or just out on the street or in a park. Since they’re “down with the struggle” creature comforts are to be ignored if not abhorred, except for their cell phones and cameras to document their heroic acts.
Then, they courageously don the obligatory bandana over the face, arab shemagh, face paint or ski mask to hide their identity from prying government cameras and commence with the mayhem. They are soon greeted by the aforementioned riot police who are there to prevent the more violent among them from destroying the city they are visiting. They call these police the “occupation forces”.
You may now ask yourself, as I did, why there is a need for these types of police. I present to you Exhibit A.
Being the sophisticated bunch that they are, possessing the brain power far above that of normal people, and having more causes than they know how to protest they ignore the local laws that would afford them a permit to protest and because they are “Anarchists, Grrr” it just wouldn’t do to abide by the law. And given the fact that in the past and around the world as exhibited above anarchist parties routinely escalate into full-blown riots, any responsible city government that wants to have a city to govern after these selfish, glory-mongering freaks leave, additional support is necessary. This then, is met with the normal self-righteousness as they proclaim that they “met the occupation forces and prevailed”. If any of these people actually met a serious occupation force unrestrained by a Constitution they would either end up shot or imprisoned for life.
Did I mention they are the dirtiest protesters ever? See, having no respect for law or rules also means they get to violate their own. For a group that wants to save the environment, etc., they sure could learn a lesson from the “Tea Party” movements that not only protest lawfully and peacefully, but leave the event as clean or cleaner than they found it. No shattered glass in the streets, burning cars or debris for the tax paid city employees to clean up. In order to get their point across, they destroy their credibility along with portions of the city they’re in, assuring they’ll be met with more riot police next time which, in turn, is the point of anarchy, right?
The Lingo
Perhaps the most surprising aspect of the current anarchist movement is the language they use. As above they deem the police they meet in the streets as “the occupation forces”. They call each other “comrade”, a former term of derision associated with communist regimes but now their proud moniker. What is disturbing about this sort of language is the fact that they use it to describe their country that has afforded them the luxury of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, freedom, food, technology and education as being invaded and controlled by some evil regime. In a way it’s prophetic, given the events of last January 20th and the ongoing struggle of the Obama administration to control every aspect of our lives. In a way, they already have what they want. Radical Marxists in the White House, Senate and House of Representatives, they’re just too stupid to realize it. So off they go, blathering on about some imagined injustice while sipping lattes in an “indy” coffee shop, reveling in the idea that what they’re doing is something new when, in reality, it’s the same old song. They post videos of the garbage of our society, the radical activists of the sixties and seventies, heralding them as heroes of a struggle they dreamed up in their own vanity. Proclaiming them to be role models and mentors and, most troubling, answering their call for “violent action”.
I’m writing about this because I know an anarchist. I’ve known him since he was a little boy. And although I’m not related to him, I do feel somewhat responsible for a tiny bit of his upbringing. His parents are the kindest and gentlest human beings one could ever hope to meet. He grew up in happiness, never knowing crushing poverty, blinding wealth, a broken home, physical disability, utter loneliness or rejection. Moreover he was taught the Word of God in truth. He is born again of God’s spirit and has within him the seed of the Almighty. Yet he rejects out of hand all that was given to him to align himself with deceivers and the dregs of unbelief. Since he was a child he has always sought attention for himself and spooled up into a tantrum or cried like a little girl when he didn’t get it.
He is continually being called back by the voices he grew up with, those who weren’t handed life in abundance and know the danger he’s in. Yes, he’s being warned, like Paul was before he went back to Jerusalem by the people who love him the most and by God.
Anarchists live a life of hypocrisy. They seek to destroy with no plan to rebuild. They are the foot soldiers of nothing causing harm for no reason, thinking they are the oppressed when they have never seen it. The truly oppressed usually never make it. They call out from the graves in China, Russia and Rwanda. They are murdered and forgotten by the real evil in this world whether they are men, women or little children. These people, if they do make it, go on to live productive lives, thankful they were spared, praying they and their children never see the like again. The anarchist is truly selfish, seeking glory while wearing a t-shirt of the monster Che, upholding the banner of Mao while their masters know they are expendable pawns, thrown into the fray for their own gain.
Sons of Anarchy? Please.
