Sometimes when I'm hiking in the Rockies I think about how ADX Florence, where he's incarcerated, is hell in paradise. This is your world when this is the area outside. I can't imagine being so close to such a beautiful area as an primitivist, locked in a concrete box where you have a tiny window to look into a concrete courtyard. There's something Sisyphean about that which always makes me sympathetic to Ted the inmate and Ted the deeply traumatised victim of MK Ultra. I want to write him about the the hikes outside his cell in the same way that I want to take shelter dogs hiking. But then I remember that he's ideologically like a late-stage ecofascist and writing terrorists letters of any kind probably flags you for every alphabet agency up to and including the USDA.

Like hippies, the right-primitivists are like three books away from getting "it" but reject any book that's not self-help validation. Marx equates bees to architects within the same economic and social value system and the radical environmentalists/animal rights activists all fall into the left. When I was 12 and my first real identification with a proletarianised group was animals, that was just a basic observation without having ever read theory. He was a Harvard mathematician who was in his 20s in the 1960s and had good reason to hate the CIA. I don't get how he went down the path of big-dumb when he cares enough about the subjects socialists critique to do a terrorism and lived in the era that created modern environmentalism.