Fighting fascism does not evoke in me anything resembling joy. Any resistance implies a need for resistance, which implies the existence of oppression, and the only thing in the world which cannot bring about happiness, is oppression.

I do not fight, nor do I wish to fight with greater desperation, because of the joyous fruits it may bring. I do not seek anarchy because negation and destruction fill me with an infinite tenderness.

I fantasize, as I know many others fantasize, of this fascist state melting in flames of screeching agony; like the pathetic sound a leach makes when it loses its host. I envision that day as the great day in history I know it will be, not for comfort, nor necessity, but because that new absence of treachery will bring with it a new dawn of love and true community, free from the confines of isolation and fascistic “truth”.

The only thing which brings me light in this all too long political eclipse, is the banality that the spirit of justice is not dead, and cannot die. That spirit, clearly inside each and every one of us, has been tried for murder. It has been yelled-at, imprisoned, beaten, choked, stabbed, raped, shot, drowned; to convince us that we cannot rise to revolutionary action for that future world we were supposed to be born into. And for some, those fascist brutalities have only convinced them their spirit is dead. For us, it lives and breathes through our bodies, as if we are the embodiment of history and revolution. Through our hearts and minds, through our souls, for us, anyone who knows that love is the only thing in the world, and who knows these monsters seek death to all except themselves, we know the means to climb out of this hole are not enjoyable. They are painful, and only human. The beauty and indescribable awe to be had at knowing this spirit can be revived in even the oppressors, is what brings me joy in this ugly red state!

Live that spirit and let it destroy so all will come to realize the only truth lies in creation! To create something new and grand for all is joyous beyond any other! The Fight is not joyous, but the destruction of oppression is!