One of the most effective forms of civil disobediance is that which cannot be thoroughly proven as deliebrate - Military sabotage is hardly a considered issue when a malfunctioning fuel valve sends an ICBM careening into the ground moments after launch, even if it had been cunningly filed down a day beforehand. The invisible terrorist cannot be lined up against the wall. If a bomb is wired to a car's ignition, then obviously there is an enemy; if public building or a political headquarters is blown up, then there is a political enemy. But if an accident, or a series of accidents, occurs, if equipment merely fails to function, if it appears faulty, especially in a slow fashion, over a period of natural time, with numerous small failures and misfirings- then the victim, whether a person or a party or a country, can never marshal itself to defend itself.
So whilst the clenched fist, the raised molotov, the cocked hammer all lend the image of revolution, and rally the masses - They are all to easy to quash by the city-state, too easy to stampede through the streets with riot shields and automatic weapons, flushing out every dingy apartment block until the resistance is stamped on, steel-toed boots twisting in the dirt on the smouldering cigarette, that single glowing ember of vitality in the concrete jungle.
We need quiet riots. Sabotage. Revolution behind the scenes. A silenced .22 to the back of the skull while the executive gets out of the car. The revolution will come to a silenced world, like a patient etherised upon a table. It will not be quick. It will not be bright and glorious. The revolution will not be televised. It will be one, long, drawn out whimper of industry as gears grind to a halt, fuses burn out and cannot be replaced.
Raise the fist - But do it in the dark. Never let the enemy see the whites of your eyes. The Istigkeit is growing, and it cannot be killed. A dog's day dawns.