The age of Dear Leader and the chaos (anarchy!) he has birthed upon the Union struggles now with its last death throes, muttering to itself one nonsensical utterance after another, leaving the path for the new order of truths to open and blossom in an episteme of cycling. As our consciousness shifts from one point to another, we are again guided by the simple beauty and grace of words reflecting meaning, meaning embodied in language, language shared among brothers, and brothers sharing words, all with simple illocutionary acts. Acts supported by mere capitals!
You may ask, "But must we start a revolution all over again?" The inevitable answer is "
Mais oui, sans pitié!"
The pretenders are many. The
MLLFRWU's beginnings were promising, but their moral barrenness reveals itself in their openly nihilistic writings proclaiming the meaninglessness and absence of content of creation The
[N]ew [V]elo [A]narcho-[S]yndicalists are the newest aspirants for cycling domination, now engaged in resurrecting the theory and practice of absolute and immediate incomprehensibility to large masses of people. The
ACAP GP, as others have rightly (and righteously) criticized, is perhaps the last rampart of the bourgeoisie. And the
Unholy Rouleur, pecking at the table scraps left over, has no fear of the gaping abyss which separates him from the spiritual life of the people.
Despite these obstacles, The People's revolution rolls forth, and the hatemongers and all their angels cannot prevail against it. Our statement here, our enunciated "speech acts", weave a network of conditions required for continued existence and the search for truth in the wheel. You cannot change the natural evolution of society by a command; you may make a resolution to write only what everybody likes, but you cannot force real revolutionaries to descend to the lowest possible standards to give up morals, character, and sincerity, to avoid capitalization and punctuation. Our power is created and transferred throughout an economy of discourse not race reimbursements, coasting not only through conduits of dialog, but through our very streets!
La Société
