Every time I venture to Georgetown (daygame, shopping, peeping in millionaires’ windows) I see these two characters loitering on the corner of M and Wisconsin in front of the Douche Republic selling black T-shirts printed with the words “Stop Bitching. Start a Revolution”.
A few passersby slow down to hear their sales pitch. Mostly, people ignore them as if they were road pylons to steer around, which isn’t hard to do as they aren’t in-your-face obtrusive with their schtick. I’ve always been curious what revolution they are selling so this time I stop and talk to the blond pony-tailed guy.
Me: What kind of revolution do you want to start?
Him: A new way of living… saying no to society’s rat race. Hey, it’s really busy right now, you want a T-shirt?
A reluctant capitalist.
stop showering seek an institution.
I didn’t tell him that starting a revolution is the biggest bitching a person can do.
When I got home I dogpiled (I despise google’s owners) their T-shirt slogan and found this story.
They call themselves the Zendiks and live in a small group of 30 on a commune in West Virginia, subsistence farming and selling T-shirts, CDs, and bumper stickers in the city. A woman who escaped from the social experiment is writing a memoir about her
imprisonment time there. She said it had the hallmarks of a cult and was run by authoritarian leaders.
Translation: A David Koresh-style guy at the top horded all the young pussy for himself while brainwashing the rest into believing they were participating in a beautiful rainbow of non-competitive, non-status seeking cooperation.
Nearly all ostensibly egalitarian cooperative communes eventually fail. You can only bottle up innate human drives for so long. A famous example is the Oneida Commune. Jockeying for status among the top leaders (who were, of course, men) and sexual tensions helped undo the commune’s mission. What’s hilarious is that the leaders encouraged the young men to refrain from ejaculating during sex because “wasting” semen was bad. As a result, the women enjoyed many hours of prolonged sex from betas who sacrificed their own pleasure by not cumming, while the alpha males got to impregnate women whenever they wanted.
I have a theory about anti-establishment anti-social dropouts. It’s not society they hate; it’s themselves. They hate their own natures. The world around them is their mirror, reflecting everything that frightens them about their own bestial id essence. They try to escape their evolutionary heritage by retreating to the woods to resurrect the ghost of Karl Marx. I suspect most of the members are of Northern European ancestry.
People like this are starting a revolution against human nature. It is a battle they are doomed to lose.