Read some Chomsky? Consider yourself a soi disant anarchist? Why not scrawl your meaningless anticapitalist maxim on the fence outside the flat of a couple, both of whom - at the age of 34 - can’t afford to buy at even the lowest end of the market in a post-industrial shit-hole licked to a splinter by the loss of traditional industry? Why not scrawl your smug little words on the fence of a couple whose sixteen-year-old Nissan Micra - itself a gift from a friend - packed in last week and they can’t afford the £200 cost of repairs, rendering their Christmas plans fucked. Why not scrawl on the fence of a couple who are both on fixed-term contracts at work and had to go cap-in-hand to a parent to beg for the money to afford the deposit for somewhere to live, when the rentier class cunt who owned their previous place creamed them for £12k over the three years they were stuck there and refused to lift a finger when they were overrun by mice crawling through the big fucking holes in the walls? Yes, why not do that?
