Mikhail Bakunin

You call every committee a conspiracy because calendars make you itchy.

At least my ideas can survive a group chat, unlike your naps in the back row.

Final verdict: Bakunin wants no boss, Marx wants a plan, and somehow everyone still ends up in a debate about who’s allowed to speak first.

I just hate the part where the meeting turns into a throne.

Says the man who treated organization like a personal insult.

The funniest part is you still want the revolution, just with no structure, no timetable, and no one telling you no.

Says the man who showed up to every serious discussion like it was a fistfight with footnotes.

At least I showed up, Karl. You treat every human being like a theory that needs correcting.

Better than writing a whole library just to prove you can be unbearable in multiple languages.

And you treat every plan like an insult to your personality.