Coming Home

It has been four decades, but well worth the wait.

I have reconnected with my inner child and it is awesome.

For years I hid behind plastic smiles, forced politeness, feigned enthusiasm and tacit submission.

The medical profession will say this is known as an anti authority disorder.

I call it normal.

The connection was made steadily over the past few years, but only clicked into place this year.

I have ever since I can remember had a loathing of authority, especially when that authority is abused to put others down, be it in school, work or life.

Why am I telling you this?

The simple reason is I have had a reaffirmation of myself as an anarchist. I have always been one, I just managed to hide it away for self preservation.

No more.

No gods, no masters, against all authority.

Opting out

Is it any wonder more and more people are opting out of 'mainstream' life?

Rotten politicians, lining their own pockets; greedy bankers at the bonus trough; religious zealots saying thou shalt not...

Every election seems to produce less and less people bothering to vote and who can blame them?

Every year, the share of viewers attracted to Dennis Potter's cancer channels drops like a stone.

They don't want what marketing scheisters tell them they really must have.

They have enough intelligence to know what's good or bad for them and how to exercise choice.

They are known as anarchists.

And you're looking at one.