MASONIC PLOT wrote:Your problem is quite simple and common. You still believe in that romantic ideal that there is a difference between the two parties,....
I'm not sure how you got that impression, but ok. I'll be more clear. It has become painfully obvious , particularely in the west, that 'democracy', i.e. 'elections' are a fraud and are simply a model created and used by the elite, to fend off a revolution! Many |Europeans already see this ( 'belief in democracy down in Germany') , as the votes against the EU proved in France and Holland. I've come to the conclusion that in the present system, the voters are the ones who are legitimizing these thieves in high places. The question is: what if they called an election and nobody showed up to vote?
below is a translated text written by Albert Libertad- Anti-electoral wall cupboard published by Anarchy n°47, March 1, 1906
The criminal
It is you the criminal, ô People, since it is you the Sovereign. You are, it is true, the unconscious and naive criminal. You vote and you do not see that you are your own victim.
Yet, have you not experienced enough that the deputies, who promise to defend you, like all the governments of the world present and passed, are liars and helpless ones?
You know it and you complain about it! You know it and you name them! The government, who ever they are, worked, work and will work for their interests, for those of their castes and of their associations.
Where has it been and how could it be different? The governed are subordinates and exploited: do you know any that are not?
As long as you do not understand that it is with you alone that it belongs to produce and to live in your own way, as long as you will support, — by fear — and that you will make yourself, — by belief in the necessary authority — of the chiefs and the directors, knows it well also, your delegates and your masters will live of your labour and your silliness. You complain for everything! But are you not the author of the thousand wounds that devour you?
You complain of the police, the army, the justice, the barracks, the prisons, the administrations, the laws, the ministers, the ministers, the government, the financiers, the speculators, the civil servants, the bosses, the priests, the landlords, the wages, the unemployments, the parliaments, the taxes, the custom officers, the pensioners, the high cost of food, the tenant farming and the rents, the long days of workshop and factory, the thinness of daily bread, the deprivations without number and the infinite mass of social iniquities.
You complain; but you want the maintenance of the system where you vegetate. You revolt sometimes, but to always start again. It is you who produce everything, who plough and sow, who forge and weave, who knead and transform, who build and manufacture, who feed and fertilize!
Why do you not eat to your hunger? Why are you not well clothed, the not well nourished, the not well sheltered? Yes, why the without bread, the without shoes, the without residence? Why are you not your Master? Why do you bow, obey, and serve? Why are you the inferior, the humiliated, the offended, and the servant, the slave?
You elaborate everything and you do not posses anything? All is from you and you are nothing.
I am mistaken. You are the elector, the voter, the one who accepts what is; the one who, by the ballot paper, sanctions all his miseries; the one who, by voting, consecrates all his servitudes.
You are the volunteer valet, the amiable domestic, the lackey, the servile man, the dog licking the whip, crawling in front of the grip of the Master. You are the gofer, the jailer, and the informer. You are the good soldier, the model gatekeeper, and the benevolent tenant. You are the faithful employee, the devoted servant, the sober peasant, and the resigned workman of your own slavery. You are yourself your own torturer. Of what are you complaining off?
You are a danger to us, free men, for us, anarchists [sic]. You are a danger as equal of the tyrants, of the Masters that you give yourself, that you name, that you support, that you nourish, that you protect with your bayonets, that you defend with you brute force, that you exalt of your ignorance, that you legalize by your ballot papers, — and that you impose on us by your imbecility.
It is well you the Sovereign, who they outrageously flatter and they deceive. The speeches incense you. The posters get a hold on you again; you like the stupidities and the courtships; be satisfied, while waiting to be shot at the colonies, to be massacred at the borders, at the shade of your flag.
If interested tongues lick their lips over your royal droppings, ô Sovereign! If candidates famished of commands and stuffed of platitudes, brush the spine and the croup of your paper autocracy; If you intoxicate yourself of the incense and the promises poured down on you by those who have always betrayed you, mislead you and will sell to you tomorrow: it is that yourself you resemble to them. It is that you are not worth better than the horde of your starveling adulators. It is that not having been able to raise yourself to the conscience of your individuality and your independence, you are unable to free your self by yourself. You want not; therefore you cannot be free.
Let us go, vote well! Rely on your representatives; believe in your elected officials.
But cease to complain. The yokes that you undergo, it is yourself to whom you impose them. The crimes of which you suffer, it is you who commits them. It is you the Master, it is you the criminal, and, irony, it is you the slave, and it is you the victim.
We, others, tired of the oppression of the Masters that you give us, tired to support their arrogance, tired to support your passivity, we come to call upon you to reflection, to action [sic].
Let us go, a good movement: take off the narrow suit of the legislation; wash your body harshly, so that the parasites and the vermin that devour you are killed. Then only will you be able to live fully.
The CRIMINAL, it is the Voter!
Anti-electoral wall cupboard published by Anarchy n°47, March 1, 1906