"If I were asked to answer the following question: What is slavery? and I should answer in one word, It is murder, my meaning would be understood at once. No extended argument would be required to show that the power to take from a man his thought, his will, his personality, is a power of life and death; and that to enslave a man is to kill him. Why, then, to this other question: What is property!may I not likewise answer, It is robbery, without the certainty of being misunderstood; the second proposition being no other than a transformation of the first?" -Proudhon (1840) Now embarking on our second year of existence publicly available, anonymously, to the ignorant masses, what is the game plan? We couldn't have expected a blog to be anymore than an exchange of ideas between a small group of friends. Barely more inviting than a group of kids burning palettes in Chris' front yard. Our voices might be loud enough to be heard by a passerby, wandering through their day. But what, if anything, has interrupted their calm banter? Should "our public relations policy be of attraction rather than promotion?" I should think so. We are not peddling a product. We are eliciting an answer. Not THE answer, but a damn good idea. Some of us are about to finish up our wrung of voluntary school and begin what? There is a cohesive idea in all these posts. It is more than being "po-mo" and ironical. I can't bring it to words. It is a philosophy that hasn't been published. It's the color you can't dream of. Short-lived bursts of passion and rage are float in our moat of inside jokes, guarding the castle where the Dungeon Ogres live. We've come to a fork in the road and should take it for all its worth. What can employment really supply that hasn't been condemned in our own hearts time and time over? What really has kept the taste in your mouth all these years. After cases of PBR, gallons of whiskey, cigarettes, your own bile, the hollowest chuckles, and most sincere laughs, the taste remains. It's why skating Jersey barriers and backscratchers are so rad. It's why scratch tickets fucking rule.