From these perspectives, I’m willing to embrace the label of anarchist, at least in front of you, where it can be explained what I intend to mean by it.

You might prefer to think of me as an anarcho-pessimist, because I don’t think that co-ops will save us from, for example, the ultimate environmental catastrophe. Castaneda’s petty tyrants are almost certain to win the big game in terms short, medium, and long. The evil big rancher in any Western is a cliche’ for a reason, and happy endings to the movie don’t happen as often in real life.

Or even an anarcho-fatalist, because I believe that although we won’t be saved, we should co-operate anyway.

It’s like my brother said on a blessed drive a while back. I don’t recycle because I think it will save the planet. I recycle because …

It’s the right way to live, the right thing to do regardless.

From this blooming POV, I am less concerned with what Jimmy Dore has to say, right though he may be, and more with what Russell Brand has to say, even if he’s wrong.