As I write this there's a helicopter circling round and round and round over my small neighbourhood, like a blood-thirsty mosquito in the night. It's keeping vigil over the November 17th demonstrators in Exarcheia clashing with the police.

Tear gas rounds are being fired one after another by cops who treat fellow humans like cockroaches. The gas will creep into the bedrooms of young and old tonight. Tear gas gets up in every hole on your face and in a matter of seconds you're just snot, spit and tears.

To quote my new love De Cleyre, "Subvert the social and civil order ... Aye, I would destroy, to the last vestige, this mockery of order, this travesty upon justice."