I’m currently sitting an an anarchist coffee house which shall remain nameless (because, you see, we have thousands of them here), listening to a CD of a folk singer romanticizing the Baltimore railroad riots of 1877. La de da, lots of grand imagery of a proud starving proletarian army at arms against the capitalistic/military cabal.

Damn good coffee, though.

So what the hell is up with the fucking dinky dog thing? Has anyone else noticed the massive increase of rat dogs under arm? Paris Hilton... Britney Spears... the rolly polly gay dude at Dionysis.... two, (count them!) TWO anarchists standing in front of me. Oh, but wait, since they’re anarchists, their rat dogs are not pure bred, their owners are wearing thrift store clothing, and the dogs are not groomed.

I guess the lack of obsessive grooming is what makes the difference between a shallow trend and THE REVOLUTION! I can't wait for the hoochie sweatpants with "Che!" printed across the ass come out.

Why did I let myself run out of coffee at home this morning?

Update: for fool. The ass just walked in! Forget everything I just said. Viva La Revolution!

Update #2: I’m currently listening to some ass hat proselytizing about taking a transcontinental road trip from an “anarchist” perspective. *bah!* One of these days, I’m going to sit in here for 6 hours and publish a continuous log of every irritating bullshit conversation I overhear.