Gaming in a time when us long abused scapegoats have risen with pitchforks in hand. A socialist living in a time of political, racial, and gender McCarthyite witch-hunts that involve no shortage of ideological civil war. An anti-theist in a time of mass-enlightenment via the internet and superstition's initial stages of total structural collapse. In these alone I cannot mark myself a revolutionary but at the same time cannot help but find kinship with those of revolutionary flavor.
It amazes me how much of a mess someone's desktop can be. What kind of madman allows more than a few columns of shit to accumulate on either side?