We lost interest.
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We lost.
We lost.
Better.
Maybe Catzmeow was correct.
You know how it is, man, all animals are created equal, but some animals are slightly more equal than others.
I had dropped more or less by chance into the only community of any size in Western Europe where political consciousness and disbelief in capitalism were more normal than their opposites. Up here in Aragon one was among tens of thousands of people, mainly though not entirely of working-class origin, all living at the same level and mingling on terms of equality. In theory it was perfect equality, and even in practice it was not far from it. There is a sense in which it would be true to say that one was experiencing a foretaste of Socialism, by which I mean that the prevailing mental atmosphere was that of Socialism. Many of the normal motives of civilized life--snobbishness, money-grubbing, fear of the boss, etc.--had simply ceased to exist. The ordinary class-division of society had disappeared to an extent that is almost unthinkable in the money-tainted air of England; there was no one there except the peasants and ourselves, and no one owned anyone else as his master...This was in late December 1936, less than seven months ago as I write, and yet it is a period that has already receded into enormous distance. Later events have obliterated it much more completely than they have obliterated 1935, or 1905, for that matter. I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do. The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming. It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags and with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said 'Senor' or 'Don' or even 'Ústed'; everyone called everyone else 'Comrade' or 'Thou', and said 'Salud!' instead of 'Buenos días'. Tipping had been forbidden by law since the time of Primo de Rivera; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loud-speakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls or some variant of militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in this that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for.
A free marketer doesn't advocate government intervention. Toro does, so I don't consider him to be a free marketer. He views a mixed economy as optimal. In my book, he's a centrist.
Funny you mention utopian talking points, though. Your view of how a society can function without a governing body is pretty funny. Just yet another idea that "looks good on paper".
The collective ownership of the means of production.
It runs completely counter to basic human nature. We are not bees or "borg".
What are you fools talking about. Anarchy? Anarchy is an oxymoron. Anarchy can not ever really exist.
Why? Simple. Anarchy is the absence of government or authority. However In the absence of any Government or Authority the person with the biggest gun, or the most followers will become the Authority. Anarchy is like trying to defy a law of Physics. You create a power vacuum and someone is going to fill it. Therefore you will never have your true anarchy, you will always have some war lord or another trying to run you.
What are you fools talking about. Anarchy? Anarchy is an oxymoron. Anarchy can not ever really exist.
Why? Simple. Anarchy is the absence of government or authority. However In the absence of any Government or Authority the person with the biggest gun, or the most followers will become the Authority. Anarchy is like trying to defy a law of Physics. You create a power vacuum and someone is going to fill it. Therefore you will never have your true anarchy, you will always have some war lord or another trying to run you.
Duh....
Amazing how so wrapped in the theoretical some get. Fundamental human nature trumps all theoretical academic precepts. We are NOT bees. We are humans. If you have something someone else wants, and you are weak and that person is stronger than you, you WILL lose it.
The fundamental reality of the human condition is:
You are entitled to what you can take and what you can keep.
All other things in human life stem from that axiom of our existence.
It runs completely counter to basic human nature. We are not bees or "borg".
That's amusing. Socialists have long held a greater understanding of human nature than their opponents (see Kropotkin's Mutual Aid, for instance), whereas anti-socialists often reduce the labor market to a mere collection of factors of production governed by neoclassical laws alone. It's simply a reality that a desire for self-governance and free association is an element of an intrinsic human desire for freedom, and thus, *felicific* maximization. It's only natural that this be extended into the economic realm.
You know how it is, man, all animals are created equal, but some animals are slightly more equal than others.
That's amusingly ironic, given this.
George Orwell is the tall figure near the back. He served in the Workers' Party of Marxist Unification during the Spanish Civil War, an anti-Stalinist Marxist organization.
He had this to say of the Spanish Revolution in the anarchist collectives, as written in his Homage to Catalonia:
I had dropped more or less by chance into the only community of any size in Western Europe where political consciousness and disbelief in capitalism were more normal than their opposites. Up here in Aragon one was among tens of thousands of people, mainly though not entirely of working-class origin, all living at the same level and mingling on terms of equality. In theory it was perfect equality, and even in practice it was not far from it. There is a sense in which it would be true to say that one was experiencing a foretaste of Socialism, by which I mean that the prevailing mental atmosphere was that of Socialism. Many of the normal motives of civilized life--snobbishness, money-grubbing, fear of the boss, etc.--had simply ceased to exist. The ordinary class-division of society had disappeared to an extent that is almost unthinkable in the money-tainted air of England; there was no one there except the peasants and ourselves, and no one owned anyone else as his master...This was in late December 1936, less than seven months ago as I write, and yet it is a period that has already receded into enormous distance. Later events have obliterated it much more completely than they have obliterated 1935, or 1905, for that matter. I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do. The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming. It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags and with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said 'Senor' or 'Don' or even 'Ústed'; everyone called everyone else 'Comrade' or 'Thou', and said 'Salud!' instead of 'Buenos días'. Tipping had been forbidden by law since the time of Primo de Rivera; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loud-speakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls or some variant of militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in this that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for.
It IS possible, I think, for workers to create that workers commune, Agna.
I know of ONE right now where my X works.
But it takes a rather remarkable group of people to keep that system working year after year, too.
Duh....
Amazing how so wrapped in the theoretical some get. Fundamental human nature trumps all theoretical academic precepts. We are NOT bees. We are humans. If you have something someone else wants, and you are weak and that person is stronger than you, you WILL lose it.
The fundamental reality of the human condition is:
You are entitled to what you can take and what you can keep.
All other things in human life stem from that axiom of our existence.
All socialism does is give all the power to a few at the top while everyone else is left to their whim.
If you are weaker than I, and you have something I want, I WILL take it from you and there is NOTHING you can do to stop me.
All realistic human socio-economic structures ALWAYS come back to that bedrock of human nature. Anarchy simply cannot exist with our species.
It was necessary to indicate the overwhelming importance which sociable habits play in Nature and in the progressive evolution of both the animal species and human beings: to prove that they secure to animals a better protection from their enemies, very often facilities for getting food and (winter provisions, migrations, etc.), longevity, therefore a greater facility for the development of intellectual faculties; and that they have given to men, in addition to the same advantages, the possibility of working out those institutions which have enabled mankind to survive in its hard struggle against Nature, and to progress, notwithstanding all the vicissitudes of its history.
Spanish-American War....anti-Stalinist/Marxist org....
Hmmmm......
Stalin was an infant in 1898.....
Oooops....
Nevermind, Spanish CIVIL WAR, not American War....1936..... valid post
Same point can be made about the "success" stories of socialism in Western Europe. Where it involves small, ethnically homogeneous, educated, dedicated societies like Denmark, Norway, etc... it kinda works. Scaled to complex societies like unified Germany or France burdened with massive Muslim immigration it breaks down greatly.