Concordians,
it is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bonds that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, inn hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We now that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that your reach out is empty, as mind is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
Kapitalism, however, does not obey these simple truths we find self-evident. They have chosen a path of greed and have been tempted by impure constraints disguising themselves to even themselves in believing that through force all will fall and that which can be built can be taken.
Today my brothers is a new day. A day not unlike yesterday and not unlike tomorrow but a page in our history that shall be etched into the minds of the meek and the heavy hearts of each homestead. Kapitalism fell, a cannon fell, a character fell. As each brick of their pillar falls so does fall their dreams, their emotions and their will to survive.
Where communism, fasciasm, and socialism has failed Anarchy will prevail. For when the constraints of government fall, so too the limitations to which its citizens will go for self-preservation. In this game of checkers Kapitalists I have but one word for you. Checkmate!