, ____, ( 24/11/01 anada479 , / \ ,_____ (--|_\_,,_, _ _| _ __________ ,-.______ _,---._ __ _/ \ / \+------ _| ) | |(_|(_|(_|_ .net------/ )----.-' `./-/ \ / / ( |__, ( ( ,' `/ /| \ / \ `-" \'\ / | \ / "The Activist" `. , \ \ / | Y-------- ----------/`. ,'-`----Y | / by Infernal ( ; mEoW!@/| ' i________________________________________________| ,-. ,-'_______/ | / | | | ( * | / |____________________ Anada is cat-friendly! __) |__\ `.___________|/ `--' `--' You're proud of the work you do to make the world a better place. You sort and separate your garbage and you vote for men of the people. You rally, you petition, you send crumpled fives to cop killers and nod earnestly when speakers speak. You drive a car that burns gas, you buy beer made by companies who fund right-wing jihads, and you eat cow -- but you're aware of it, and you feel bad about it. You care! You move to bigger cities and graduate to ever-hipper circles of friends, stepping onto faster and faster carousels without even thinking of giving a backward glance to the people you left behind. Your unity tattoos might as well have been rubbed off the back of a Cracker Jack box. Your vows of fidelity and friendship were written on wax paper and left in the rain. You use your past as an excuse to cut a wide, bloody swath through the present, and you can't be bothered to help clean up the wreckage. Your speech is couched in piety, your actions somehow justified, your gluttony entitled, by the soft-focus gloss of the good works you latch yourself on to. One might as well give a barnacle credit for steering the ship. You work to improve the big picture, but the ugliness of your little actions are a blemish that is visible on its face and can't be scrubbed away. Your guilt is an abscess, your victories hollow, and all the caring you claim to do is revealed as fakery. Your compassion for the human race as a giant statistic is disgusting in light of your callousness toward individual people. Protest your own inhumanity. Boycott your own dishonesty. Sound the alarm over your own injustices before you presume to admonish the rest of the world. Bind the wounds you inflicted before you run off to some other sucker's battlefield. You're the worst kind of do-gooder, because the hand you reach out to the world is filthy with the germs of your own damage. Jello Biafra said "we won't destroy society in a day, until we change ourselves first from the inside out." But you never liked the Dead Kennedys much. /\___/\ ____________________________________________________________ /\___/\ \ -.- / \ -.- / `-.^.-' (c) 2001 Anada e'zine by Infernal `-.^.-' /"\ ________________________________________________________________ /"\