"There's not going to be a war" -- December, 1990.
Threatened by events which might force them to accept responsibility.
It's more than simple incompetence. It's the refusal of that which would shake them from their r-r-r-r-r-r-ebel posturing.
The movement is everything, the goal is nothing. Standing on Bernstein's back, striking radical poses.
"Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em to death and Hell and back." -- Pete Townshend.
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