[Frustration with Politics]

When I was younger, I was a Marxist. The simple reason was that Marxists, like the most vicious capitalists, recognize that "time is money," and I felt it a travesty that we all worked such long hours, waited in line at businesses and governments, and had too little time for our families. Most of my young friends were accustomed to Dad being something that showed up late, left early, slept until noon on the weekends and, if you were lucky, had an hour or two on Sunday for a game of catch or zoo visit. Some also had Mom in the same situation, and grew up in front of televisions, since there were no parents to ask those all-important questions.

The other reason for my Marxism was simple: I wanted a system of power that, while not totalitarian, wasn't afraid to enforce certain rules absolutely, to the point of machine-gunning those who transgressed them. This arose from the irrefutable experience of seeing the suburbs expand, plouging under the forest and erecting row after row of look-alike houses.

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I now have a number of years of political and philosophical thinking and observation under my belt. I've given this issue several years of thought, and have explored every avenue from Marxism to Nazism to Greenism. While I am convinced of the superiority of National Socialism, and refuse to compromise my beliefs on that front, I see no need for extremism and correspondingly, a need for a holistic system of thought to enable us to move forward. I don't want a political identity; I want solutions, so I can go back to enjoying the forests and friends and music and other delights of life.