In the evening of Monday the 28th of May, anarchists attacked Shaunak's Pharmacy for their collusion in the bourgeois lie that 'is' medical progress. - Informal Anarchist Federation (FAI) Peasedown St John division / Cells of Conspiracy of Storms of Rancour (CoCoSoR)
For each newly-forgotten shard of pre-ufactored glass a victory for our brothers and sisters and unbrothers, four-legged or two-legged. We did smash the illusions of their window display mileu, designed only to tempt us as more mere consumers, of tablets of lozenges and of deception. For the humble rock, an ignominious symbol of workers' inarticulate and undemeanable contrition, the rock was the weapon of guerilla choice in which we unmade the sacrosanctacy of transnational profit.
For too long has Big Pharma and its satellite sentry-posts, such as Shaunak's Pharmacy, construed the corporate narrative that medicine and paltry drugs is of desire to us the People. And so we stand in Solidarity with every human and non-human animal destroyed and indeed destorified, the narrative of our own lives unwoven by these shallow businessmen and women. You may not know us, but there is and will continue to be in each of us, that self-same wild instinct that never dies. This wilderness is not our inhibition, but our defiance!
But moreso, the normalisation of extended human life, capitalism's so-called benevolence to us bearers of their footprints, we denounce. With every unit of capital redirected to rebuilt yet another window, feigning transparency, is money not spent on pharmacology and its vehicles of dissemination, the corporate media, which vapidly parrots the belief that health and well-being is a desire we as humans and envoys of the Earth share.
And to our detractors, those that would retire our liberation as mere 'textbook anarchy': our rebellions will Never be fettered by such unassailable constraints as logic or so-called legibility, we lash out against the unverifying beast of coherency. We defy to explain ourselves, we defy again not to disturb the 'social peace' myth. We refuse to assimilate into industrial civilisation and its fluency of meaning. The death of your understanding is the ashes on which we dance.
The Social war is now.
Anarchy is inexpressible.
- Informal Anarchist Federation (FAI) - 27th May Group (*)
(* - "Human blood flows like the roaring rivers untamed, straying where it choose: our Anarchy runs never straight or coherent to idle spectators. Like the river and the blood, our words too are wet." - Alberto Monans)
Until Billy and Eat have freedom!