Nomen Nescio twisted non-violently:
Neal Stephenson was prophetic in his vision of Hiro Protagonist living a simple, anonymous, almost barren life in the physical world while engaging in online activities of superlative excitement and power. This is the world which cryptoanarchy makes possible, a world of peace and fulfillment, not the dark, twisted and violent picture you conjure up in your sickening revenge fantasies.
There you go again, inaptly contrasting the soft-hearted duck the draft liberals with the hard-hearted war lovers of the duck the draft Bush persuasion. Aptly, the soft-hearts and hard-hearts are two sides of the same golden butter pat, the first wring their hands at the awfulness of the hard-hearts while lapping up the luxurious benefits paid for by bacon rind predations of mean sonsofbitches, the second snarl at their bete noire faux-cripples and ne'erdowells on the dole ("useless eaters") while reaping the benefits of dirt cheap servitude in the US but mostly offshore safetly distant from the easily penetrable fortresses begging for mob assault by plane, train, careening dodge ram. No, there's no contrast between commies and libertarians, left and right, they're all producing vast lakes of pig shit and blaming the foul odor of bloated self-interest on low-brow non-think chimeras of the government, corporations, the rich, the poor, the opposite, the other, those who are different, those who have more, or less, or get more attention, or fail to show respect, or who make fun of your fundamental beliefs, or insult your morals, ethics, aesthetics, politics, accomplishments, looks, way of talking, writing, joking, and worse, who have a knack for pushing overmuch sacred buttons of your ingrown fearful neurotic cult armed to the teeth with weapons of iron and spleen and inner infant hurt feelings, not understanding or giving a whit what you're deeply serious about, pathologically incapable of escaping the force of. It's not a choice, Nomen, between violence or peace, it's a matter of spreading the golden butter infinitely thin so nobody gets an undue globule. Fat chance in America totally committed to cheating at rigged gambling, call that free market at the end of a gun.