I remember when calling everybody else a fascist was a way for teenage anarchists to get out of family dinners. Now I’m a balding anarchist, and the fascists are calling me a fascist and I don’t know what’s on my plate any more.
I remember when calling everybody else a fascist was a way for teenage anarchists to get out of family dinners. Now I’m a balding anarchist, and the fascists are calling me a fascist and I don’t know what’s on my plate any more.