Went to a straight-edge show today. I kind of expect all hardcore gigs to have more or less the same people at them, but apparently there’s a whole secret scene of wholesome sober kids who only come out when straight-edge bands play. Was pretty weird. If you’re not so cripplingly neurotic that you need at least three pints before you can have even a minor social interaction without being gripped by intense anxiety and awkwardness, then who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my scene?
i’m an activist for men’s frights. i dont think men are afraid often enough. i just want to give them a good scare once in a while. just spook some dudes.
i’ve been angry about this for my entire life
One of my all-time favourite completely fucking pointless internet arguments ever was with this dude who was being both super-pedantic and just plain wrong about whether inflammable was a word or not.
Glitter, Glamour, Antifa // Dresden, Germany // February 13, 2013
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Benefit comp for freedom bookshop
Listen/purchase A New World In Our Hearts by Various Artists
The lines where the printer was running low on ink make this perfect.
DDR showing off their computers at a 1987 parade
Don’t feel down …. This is a life’s work. A life’s joy. The next one hundred years are ours…..
National Student Demo. Sussex University. March 25
Certain of our esteemed betters who scrape their living together in disreputable papers telling us all what we should think have of late become obsessed – haunted – by the spectre of the mob, which has emerged from the shadowy recesses of the internet to disagree with them. A certain distressed moaning about civility and manners follows shortly on the heels of a great and low groan about people having the temerity to answer back. Mob! Mob! A great and unwieldy mass of disagreement and incivility which lends some joy to an inspection of the torrent of daily published pabulum – a grim and low gruel in whose greasy depths float lumps of fourth-hand opinion, undigested chunks of theory and slimy clumps of gratuitous offence.
Mob! You have broken the silent contract in which your gratitude is expected! Grovel in gratitude to those who condescend to write about you! Mob! Do you not know that you are supposed to sit still with lips sewn shut? Mob! Mob! Do not question! Do not speak!
It is a curious term for those who polish their left-wing halos to use. Some citations:
- Arch-reactionary and sentimentalist-in-chief Edmund Burke: ‘Lord George Gordon..having..raised a mob (excuse the term, it is still in use here) which pulled down all our prisons.’ (Reflections on the Revolution in France, 1790)
- Affronted 19th century Liberal M.E. Grant Duff: ‘The mob of the great cities..is hostile to us.’ (A Political Survey, 1868)
- Joseph Addison, littéraire, with a manicured sneer into a thronging crowd: ‘A cluster of mob, who were making themselves merry with their betters.’ (… Freeholder, 1716)
- Indignant Lord Chancellor, Lord Brougham, in horror of the people: ‘I do not mean the populace—the mob: I never have bowed to them.’ (Speeches, 1838)
- A wheezing nightmare in the bastion of bourgeois taste, Harper’s Magazine, in this our contemporary age: ’One ghost is terror of a self-aware, politicized proletariat—the age-old mugwumpish fear that the mob may organize to destroy the last fragile vestiges of civilized life.’ (Dec., 1993)
Of course, the word itself means simply, or historically, people in movement – people (who are inconvenient and have tongues in their mouths, and who, worse, use them to answer) risen from passivity. An imperfect audience. Mobile. Indeed:
- The snorting fear of a 1697 aristocrat: ‘Ye mobele was very rud to ye Dutch Imbasidor & his wife.’ (Memoirs of the Verney family from the Restoration to the Revolution 1660-1696, )
- In 1714, an issue of the Spectator tantalises with ambiguity, but our fervent hope is that they were the sort of clubs one goes armed with: ‘ The Mobile were very sarcastick with their Clubs.’ (Nov., 1714)
- Chambers in 1857 looks down its nose to tell us, thus: ‘In these agitations, the populace of London was particularly active; and it was at this period that the term mob was first used. The word was an abbreviation of mobile vulgus, a phrase signifying ‘the unsteady vulgar’.’
Ah, the UNSTEADY VULGAR. And this is their name for the speaking crowd: unpossessed of the clear light of steady reason, the celestial eyrie of the columnist, giddy in vulgarity! Ungrateful!
To leave the best word till last, and spoken with the tremulous fear and jowled outrage only a lawyer can muster:
- Roger North flushes from the page in distemper: ‘This Mob-assembly was drawn together for the Purpose of Terror.’ (Examen, 1740)
Spot the difference: Brooklyn in 1965, Brooklyn in 2013
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