In the reading of "steal this book" and living in a time of pointless war, I woke up. I woke up to fascism, to war, to greed. I could see the world and I didn't like what I saw. I felt useless, lokking for something, ANYTHING, to help the cause. I read Abbie Hoffman, Che Guevara, Marx, and Praudon (I might have misspelled that.)
I converted to a Marxist school of thought. Yet I knew that for there to be equallity, balence must be acheived and maybe the overthrow of governments and cultures. For this, I saw Anarchy. Anarchy is the ying to the yang of fascism. The offset of totalitarianism. The flag bearer in the overthrow of control.
I am a Marxo-Anarchist and this is my revilation, my rebellion, my retaliation. This is my realization.