Means and Ends is as robust as its research and the argumentation is as clear as the general prose styling.
A Poem by Victoria Pearson
They said the riots were the start, but they were wrong.
It started with the whispers. A susurrus of discontent, at the school gates, in the allotments, in the streets.
They met in libraries and parks, made plans to protect the vulnerable, and keep every belly fed. They planted seeds of hope and potatoes of defiance.
No longer supported by the system, they supported each other. They locked together like a shield wall, so when the time came to strike, they were unbreakable.
The cry rang through the streets; "No Gods, No Masters, We Aren't Sheep To Be Led"
They said the riots were the start, but they were wrong.
It started with solidarity. ■
Victoria Pearson lives behind a keyboard somewhere in darkest Toryshire with her husband, her four children, and her dog. She writes very strange stories.
You can read them on her website or watch her talking complete nonsense in real time on Twitter.
Means and Ends is as robust as its research and the argumentation is as clear as the general prose styling.
... assuming that I take the claims of Islamic faith on their face, how convincing do I find the arguments insofar as they address various anarchist positions?
Suffice it, then, to say that this is not a history text in any real sense. Certainly, it contains historical claims and some of these are true. Others are half true, and others still are simply wrong or ill-thought.
The scheme had some success at first. Indeed it did! But many concerns still worried the king: while he was more popular than ever before, making the changes people had asked for left him looking weak.
We have a tendency to view people in the past as simply performing their historical roles in social evolutionary theory, rather than as intentional, political actors who were just as (if not more so) diverse, conscious and smart as we are today. This book takes a different perspective, with radical implications.