It's May Day. And I'm feeling a little miserable and irritable (a bit menstrual, as Z would say).
For one thing, I've started to resent the fact that a pagan spring festival has become mixed up with Marxism and transformed into an international day of labour; the maypole being replaced as it were by a giant clocking-in machine.
In an age of universal wage slavery, there's no dignity in paid work and the red flag is just another symbol of tyranny. I would advise those who can avoid or postpone employment that they do so for as long as possible and keep moving from place to place in a headless and homeless manner.
In the end, there is nothing to do but flee and seek out new lands and strange regions; departing from every gate and refusing to belong to any job, country, creed, political party, or trade union, exercising a decisive will not to be governed or bossed about.
