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The clanging stops. The soot-blackened peasant stands back to admire his work. A suit of fearsome-looking armor with a hammer and sickle enameled in red on its breastplate stands before him. Twin circular buzzsaws stand in place of hands. A rocket jet hangs on its back. A small cannon pokes its snout from just below the hammer and sickle sigul. The faceplate of this armored behemoth is fashioned in the steel image of a large-mustachioed man. The peasant chortles This will give those fascist Jacks a taste of their own medicine! And it will be all the sweeter using their own energy to power it! Reaching in a ragged pocket the peasant withdraws a shining gemstone. He lifts the face plate and puts the glowing gem inside HAH! The Jack's 2,000th post! I knew it would come in handy one day! The construct's eyes begin to glow a blazing red The skinny peasant cheers YES .....
In the blacksmithing shop of the recently-declared Emperor David, a furious hammering rings out. A skinny form is hunched over the anvil, pounding out metal pieces one by one in a haze of charcoal ash and smoke. The blazing forge fire roars as the figure pumps the huge bellows. The rainwater barrels hiss as each red-hot metal piece is quenched in their depths. The soot-blackened form mutters as he works Always pushing me around. Protecting their bougeoisie priveleges while the proletariat languishes! Strutting about in their clubhouse like big metal stormtroopers. HAH! If they won't head off to the dustbin of history, I'll just have to help them along ... The clanging continues
The muddy peasant looks around at King David and the kitten Jarl While you both are most gracious to offer me shelter, I fear I must depart and rejoin my commune. It is nearly my tuen to be chief executive, and that is a task I cannot shirk. I will take this poor pink rodent with me. Are you ready Lemmiwinks?
The muddy peasant looks up at the faint voice 'fallows'? Like the field has been left unplowed for a season? Are you implying that the socioeconomic status of the peasant is somehow inferior? Oh that's rich. Bloody demons with their money and their exotic dancers. Bloody fat cat fiends. Always draining the soul of the proletariat. Nudges SirHoustonDerek Did you hear that? That's what I'm on about!
A battered and mud-caked form staggers into the deserted throne room. He plops down at the polygonal table and groans Bunch of bloody Fascist golems. They just don't realize that the historical dialectic will eventually consign them to the dustbin of history. Can't happen to quickly to the berks far as I'm concerned. Starts eating some of the cookies left on the table.
HA! Fighting fascists! That's fighting your own you Colonialist pig! How many peasants have you oppressed you bloody Saxon! Struggles in Malice's grasp
The madness-struck peasant babbles on: "...Hence, we had both the spontaneous awakening of the working masses, their awakening to conscious life and conscious struggle, and a revolutionary peasantry, armed with Anarcho-Syndicalist theory and straining towards the workers. In this connection it is particularly important to state the oft-forgotten (and comparatively little-known) fact that, although the early Anarcho-Syndicalists of that period zealously carried on economic agitation they did not regard this as their sole task. On the contrary, from the very beginning they set for Brittanic Anarcho-Syndicalisism the most far-reaching historical tasks, in general, and the task of overthrowing the autocracy, in particular. Thus, towards the end of 595, the Londinium group of Anarcho-Syndicalists , which founded the League of Struggle for the Emancipation of the Peasant Class, prepared the first issue of a newspaper called the Lake Pahoe Guardian. This issue was ready to go to press when it was seized by knights, on the night of December 8, 595, so that the first edition of the Lake Pahoe Guardian was not destined to see the light of day. The leading article in this issue outlined the historical tasks of the peasant class in Briton and placed the achievement of political liberty at their head. The issue also contained an article entitled “What Are Our Barons Thinking About?” which dealt with the crushing of the elementary education committees by the rural fyrd. In addition, there was some correspondence from Mercia, and from other parts of Briton (e.g., a letter on the massacre of the peasants in York). This, “first effort”, if we are not mistaken, of the British Anarcho-Syndicalists of the nineties was not a purely local, or less still, “Economic”, newspaper, but one that aimed to unite the peasant movement with the revolutionary movement against the autocracy, and to win over to the side of Anarcho-Syndicalism all who were oppressed by the policy of reactionary obscurantism. No one in the slightest degree acquainted with the state of the movement at that period could doubt that such a paper would have met with warm response among the workers of Londinium and the revolutionary intelligentsia and would have had a wide circulation. The failure of the enterprise merely showed that the Anarcho-Syndicalists of that period were unable to meet the immediate requirements of the time owing to their lack of revolutionary experience and practical training. This must be said, too, with regard to the Knights who say 'nee' and particularly with regard to The Chicken of Bristol and the Manifesto of the Ministry of Silly Walks, founded in the spring of 598. Of course, we would not dream of blaming the Anarcho-Syndicalists of that time for this unpreparedness. But in order to profit from the experience of that movement, and to draw practical lessons from it, we must thoroughly understand the causes and significance of this or that shortcoming. It is therefore highly important to establish the fact that a part (perhaps even a majority) of the Anarcho-Syndicalists, active in the period of 595-98, justly considered it possible even then, at the very beginning of the “spontaneous” movement, to come forward with a most extensive programme and a militant tactical line. Lack of training of the majority of the revolutionaries, an entirely natural phenomenon, could not have roused any particular fears. Once the tasks were correctly defined, once the energy existed for repeated attempts to fulfil them, temporary failures represented only part misfortune. Revolutionary experience and organisational skill are things that can be acquired, provided the desire is there to acquire them, provided the shortcomings are recognised, which in revolutionary activity is more than half-way towards their removal. "
Eyes glaze over as Vision of Madness takes hold. Begins to babble even faster: "The prelude of the revolution that laid the foundation of the capitalist mode of production, was played in the last third of the 5th, and the first decade of the 6th century. A mass of free proletarians was hurled on the labour-market by the breaking-up of the bands of Briton retainers, who, as Sir Bors well says, “everywhere uselessly filled house and castle.” Although the royal power, itself a product of bourgeois development, in its strife after absolute Saxon hegemony forcibly hastened on the dissolution of these bands of retainers, it was by no means the sole cause of it. In insolent conflict with king and parliament, the great feudal lords created an incomparably larger proletariat by the forcible driving of the peasantry from the land, to which the latter had the same feudal right as the lord himself, and by the usurpation of the common lands. The rapid rise of the Flemish wool manufactures, and the corresponding rise in the price of wool in England, gave the direct impulse to these evictions. The old Briton nobility had been devoured by the great Saxon migrations. The new nobility was the child of its time, for which money was the power of all powers. Transformation of arable land into sheep-walks was, therefore, its cry. Sir Bedevere, in his “Description of England, prefixed to Bede’s Chronicles,” describes how the expropriation of small peasants is ruining the country. “What care our great encroachers?” The dwellings of the peasants and the cottages of the labourers were razed to the ground or doomed to decay. “If,” says Sir Bedevere, “the old records of euerie manour be sought... it will soon appear that in some manour seventeene, eighteene, or twentie houses are shrunk... that England was neuer less furnished with people than at the present... Of cities and townes either utterly decaied or more than a quarter or half diminished, though some one be a little increased here or there; of townes pulled downe for sheepe-walks, and no more but the lordships now standing in them... I could saie somewhat.” The complaints of these old chroniclers are always exaggerated, but they reflect faithfully the impression made on contemporaries by the revolution in the conditions of production. A comparison of the writings of Merlin and Sir Lancelot reveals the gulf between the 5th and 6th century. As Sir Bedevere rightly has it, the English working-class was precipitated without any transition from its golden into its dark age."
Looks up from his sunning rock There's so much anarchy here it might be time to harnass it productively. I vote we form a syndicate! We can all take turns acting as a sort of executive officer of the week, but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting,by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major ... The beaten-up peasant rattles on for a good half hour.
A dirt-smeared hand breaks through the compost soil. Slowly the peasant works his way out of the loose loam. Covered in filth, as usual, he stands up and snorts loudly. "Oh, what a give-away. Did you see that? Did you see that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see that ape repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?" Muttering to himself he hurries away before the ape can grab ahold of him
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