April 15, 2006:
"There's not going to be a war" — December, 1990.
Threatened by events which might force them to accept responsibility.
It's more than simple incompetence. It's the refusal of that which would shake them from their r-r-r-r-r-r-ebel posturing.
The movement is everything, the goal is nothing. Standing on Bernstein's back, striking radical poses.
"Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em to death and Hell and back." — Pete Townshend.