Anarchy wears two faces, both creator and destroyer. Thus destroyers topple empires, make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can build a better world. Rubble, once achieved, makes further ruin’s means irrelevant.
Away with our explosives, then! Away with our destroyers! They have no place within our better world.
But let us raise a toast to all our bombers, all our bastards, most unlovely and most unforgivable.
Let us drink to their health… then meet with them no more.