Anarchist Bookfair
I only have one comment on the Ward Churchill at Anarchist Bookfair photo essay:
Am I the only one that thinks the scrotal inflation guy looks like Mr. Garrison? And that this sounds like something Mr. Garrison would do? (Or I guess it is Ms. Garrison now.)
I had this roommate who used to subscribe to #$@*ed up stuff and have it mailed to his friends. Honcho magazine and whatnot. What a great gag gift this scrotum inflation thing would make!
My comment is this:
That’s pretty well organized for a bunch of anarchists. I mean, if I was an ‘anarchist’, and I heard about the Anarchist Bookfair, I would be all “Fuck that, man. That’s just a way for ‘The Man’ to corral us into his beurocratic world of capitalistic phallacy. I’m not doing that! Instead, let me go to Starbucks so that I can get a DoubleWhipHalfCaffMochaLatte and connect using their WiFi Hotspot so that I can IM with all my anarchist friends on the Internet, where ‘The Man’ can’t restrict my thoughts.”