I’m a 24-year-old anarchist. No, I’m not an idiot.

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I first became political at the age of seven. I sat in the living room in November 2000, watching my liberal parents’ looks turn from anxiety to dismay as Florida went red on the TV map and George W. Bush took the podium. I asked my mom, in all my seven-year-old wisdom, how Gore could get more votes but Bush was still the President. Electoral College or no, it didn’t seem just.