/lit/ - Literature

>>13782778

Capitalism and Communism are contrary to the teachings of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ

The almost dreamlike glow of red draped across the room; accompanied by a sound resembling screaming children trapped in a deep crevice. Actual children grabbed onto each other, as if holding tighter would result in increase safety. Their caretaker, a young girl herself, perhaps only in her early twenties, tried to keep the young ones at peace via song and story. Still both students and teacher knew that these distractions served only as a candle in a wild snow storm, something that may be convenient for a while, but could never withstand the winds for more than an hour or two. The most terrible part of this tragic picture lay in the fact that the glow and raging sounds only increased as time passed. Foot steps rang throughout the building, starting as soft patters, eventually rivaling the apocalypse outside. The classroom's door fell within the first few thuds against it allowing strangers to enter unopposed. Two men in quasi-military uniform armed with rifles jogged into the room, both looking over the children and their instructor.
“Hello comrades” the school teacher feebly said in a weak voice.
“You part of the cause?” One of the men asked.
“These are intelligentsia, correct?” The other man in red said gesturing towards the children.
“Well no, these pupils are part of the new government's education program. They are simple poor boys and girls, attempting to gain an education equal to the bourgeoisie.”
“We don't need equal, we will have better. But anyways do you have any documentation?”
“Umm, well I don't have anything official. No one really has anything official anymore anyways.” The school teacher cringed after she read the two faces, realizing that the half-joke was not taken well.
“No, that will not do. These bourgeois will be taken to the local court and held until they can be identified.”
The teacher lost her breath for just a moment, almost about to protest. But her wits stopped her, she had nether the will, or withstanding to put up a resistance.
“Yes comrades.”
“Oh, and we will need to have you identified to. We know it is inconvenient, but we must make sure that you are legitimate, you understand?”
She snapped, she begged and began to plead for herself and the children. The latter being more of a placeholder than a definite foundation of her argument against the two men. The fire and sound grew more intense, almost egged on my the instructor's passionate fight.

>>6492156
>but what causes someone to be so hurt they have to spend the time drawing these comics?

The fact that anarchist movements and groups are no longer about realistic comradeship with the average person, and lack any philosophical or literary backing.

Every syndicalist group in modern times is filled with bleeding hearts, who care more about social issues than actual economic and political issues.

It's fucking infuriating to be force to put up with people who impose their beliefs on the entire movement, but will not negotiate for fear of losing ideological purity.