Weekdays we work, Saturdays we party, Sundays we rest, but every Friday we cut loose from our ordinary routines and stir up some revolutionary mischief. With a few friends, or as lone wolves, let's take to the streets and kick some capitalist ass!

This Friday, what's your plan?

Here's a suggestion:

Scribble OUT OF ORDER on a piece paper and stick it on an ATM. Or take it one step further: Print this visual meme and tape it over the ATM's screen.

Or, fuck it . . . why not go all the way?

In cities around the world, let’s drape ATMs with garlands, decorate them with flowers, crucifixes, votive candles, incense burners, little statues of the Virgin of Guadaloupe. Let’s surround them with mementos of all that we sacrifice in the struggle for economic survival: our time, our families, our freedom, our joy. Let’s dress up these ATMs with photos of friends and loved ones who took their own lives because they could no longer live with unemployment, homelessness, or hopelessness. Let’s adorn them with little postcards of Jesus whipping the moneylenders out of the temple, and visions of a better, fairer world. Let’s transform these soulless machines into symbols of the fight for a new kind of meaning . . .

And after a while, those ATMs no longer belongs to the bank. They belong to us. We the People. The children of a dark future and the next-generation architects of salvation.