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Title: Rebel Against Society
Author: Anonymous
Date: 1/15/2022
Language: en
Topics: anti-civ, Individualism, anarchy
Source: author

Anonymous

Rebel Against Society

Society

Nothing exists, nothing is real. All that lies before us is but a

reflection, a hologram, a phantom. We are surrounded by ghosts—we live

in a graveyard after all. All that we see—capitalism, the state,

civilization—is an illusion! There is only war, a war waged by the

individual in a quest for joy against society. We see this war in our

day-to-day lives, when we slack off at work, when we daydream, when we

take shortcuts, when we check our phones, when we do anything else

instead of focusing on whatever mind numbing task is at hand. The

individual is constantly at odds with the social order, capitalism, the

collective, the commune, whatever form leviathan decides to sell and

reproduce itself as; all seek to domesticate us. All seek to reproduce

themselves at the behest of our minds, bodies, and souls. All seek to

impose stringent order and rule over the individual.

I scoff at anarchism but am thoroughly an anarchist. Why? Because I

believe in Anarchy. I do not believe in order, I believe in disorder. I

do not call for a better society, I call for the end to it. I do not

wish to be a part of, I wish to destroy all there is. I am explosive. I

am a menace. I do not wish to burn this world down in order to build a

new one; no, I will bathe in the ashes! I will continue to attack

anything that comes after. Anything that seeks to tie me down—or

anything which represents that of structure for that matter—I will

pursue the destruction of. I will not be bound to assimilation. I will

not be bound by this world, or any world. I will be only myself. I seek

nothingness. I seek a rewilding of this once beautiful earth in addition

to a rewilding of myself—the negative space which nature and nihilism

pour from is where you shall find me.

When discussing the distinction between anarchy and anarchism, we must

realize that ideology itself is another phantasm to possess us—even

early anarchists had heads full of ghosts. Every ideology has it’s rigid

dogma, it’s preachers, it’s prophets. As anarchists we would be wise to

reject these specters.Anarchy cannot be a set of rules and regulations,

but rather an undefined web of possibilities. It is not found in the

farmtown with the commune, it is found in the streets with the affinity

group. It is not direct democracy, it is impassioned Direct Action!

Society is inherently rigid and imposing. Therefore, anarchy cannot be a

society but rather a lack thereof. When Malatesta called Anarchy a

“society of friends” he was not wrong in describing anarchism—He was not

far off from describing anarchy. However, a distinction must be made, as

any mass society—or rather any society for that matter—is a commanding

force by way of it’s very existence. Society requires assimilation. It

requires the individual to shed their individuality in order to become a

part of.

When people often speak of society, they often speak of civilization.

They speak of the leviathan that consumes us, that which rips out our

souls and tears us apart limb from limb. It uses our lifeless body as a

vessel, to continue it’s march towards the future. Not only is there no

possibility of some utopian future, striving for one is not in my

interest. I exist now. And our present day is deadness; I seek to be

alive! We must abandon our plans for a “brighter future” and find joy

today. And while I too certainly speak of civilization in the above

manner, I speak of all societies in a similar vein; I am rather

anti-social. This is not to say I don’t have friends, though an affinity

group is hardly what I’d call a society.

Capitalism is a wretched being. It uses our body to propagate wealth and

our mind to propagate its ideology. The machine controls us through

property, money, labor, time, commodities, by preying on our

insecurities and our deepest desires. If you let it,—most will for a

time—it becomes everything to you. Capitalism conquered—and now

controls—the individual through a process of indoctrination from the

family. Tying it directly to the drive for the future. For it is the

drive for the future. Even the Bourgeoisie are caught in the loop. None

of what they do is for the present, always investing in the future. And

it is a loop; day-to-day life under capitalism is an endless loop of

deadness.

Early individualists were even responsible for the propagation of the

death loop by positing that capital is somehow an extension of the

individual—we know this to be false, for we’ve seen the results. Now,

individualism is often conflated with “American Individualism”. This is

a fallacy. For the individual is not free in so-called-america.

“Freedom” in America is not free,—”freedom” here only exists for the

white bourgeoisie—therefore it is not freedom. Even those within

America's narrow definition of freedom are not free. They are slaves to

capital and leviathan.

It is through a process referred to as domestication that civilization

captures us and transforms us into lifeless silhouettes, our insides

hollow and our eyes glued to the future. The illusion of choice as we

endlessly consume haunts us. To be domesticated is to be possessed by

all the phantoms of civilization—we have become wilful participants in

our own demise. Proliferated in all our interactions within civil

society, domestication is the modus operandi which leviathan employs in

order to further its own progress. The integration of the individual

into society is what I speak of. One is forced to follow social norms

and oh how embarrassing when you mess them up. You fool! How could you

act uncivilized? You look down at yourself and are overwhelmed with

shame. To hide from this ever uncomfortable feeling, you put on a mask,

and to protect yourself from further ridicule, you don a suit of armor.

If we are to be opposed to not only civilization but the concept of

society itself, then what exactly is this anarchist project of ours? It

is not one that seeks to build towards a revolution, that which would

lead to a supposed utopia. It is not one that seeks to build much at

all. Rather, it is a project of negation. Meaning, not to build, but to

tear down, with the only interest being that of your own. Cast away all

that which is sacred to you, all that which possesses you. Cast it all

into the milieu of mundane ‘life’. Only then can we rebel against

society.

Portland

A shadow looms over us - the shadow of our local leviathan. It is an

oligarchy! It is vile. It is dead. It is a carcass covered in a coat of

armor. It is a leech, stealing our life from each of us. Wrapping us in

it’s slimy tendrils, it suffocates us till there’s not a sliver of life

left in our eyes, then it tosses us aside and forgets our existence. Our

leviathan is just another head of a greater Leviathan. It is not

especially unique; It is quintessentially the American Leviathan. The

beast rests at the mouth of the willamette. Initial settlers—Whose

tendrils are wrapped so tight, their eyes bulge out their sockets. Whose

armor crushes their chest and breaks their ribs. Whose mask is melded to

their skin.—desired a utopia for the “white race”. This desire still

lives on within colonizers; they will try to disguise it. Their

disguises should not fool you. They come in the form of yard signs and

paltry police reform. Which are, to each respectively, performative and

fruitless.

In the summer of 2020, the American Leviathan was threatened.

Individuals, often for the first time in their lives, wriggled free from

the tendrils. They shed their armor and masks and they danced! But this

was not a ballet. This was a fiery, impassioned, and chaotic fury.

Individuals were tired of being forgotten, so they gave the leviathan

something it would certainly remember. It was rage. It was the burning

of the 3rd precinct in Minneapolis—when the local rebels finally

succeeded in pushing out MPD with various improvised projectiles, and

lit a fire at the front door. What a glorious night! A night which

sparked many more.

The siege of the 3rd Precinct was a call to action. A call heard across

the continent,—it was heard across the globe—if you listen closely you

can still hear it! A call to shed our armor and throw off our masks. A

call to escape the tightly wound tendrils of our day-to-day life.

Portland is quick to answer this call. A crowd of thousands marched from

peninsula park and quickly began tearing up the city—they were free at

last. First, the Lloyd district, then downtown, succumbed to looting,

fires, and the smashing of windows—truly an anarchist’s dream come true.

The crowd stormed the central precinct and evaded the police, weaving

about downtown leaving mayhem in their midst.

This act of rebellion is the escape from the clutches of leviathan. It

is individuality in its purest form. To be an entity for rage and joy

simultaneously is to be an entity of your highest self. It is

Jouissance. A word I will go no further in trying to define, for that

defeats the purpose.

I despise this city, the local government infuriates me—most of the

NIMBY population isn't much better—but it is the very roads and

buildings that make up the city which enrage me the most. I wish to tear

up the concrete and to dismantle the monstrosity brick by brick! Cities

leave not one reminder of what was. They annihilate the ecosystem in

place of a new, false “environment”. One that devours what was and

pollutes what surrounds it. Every city is a vessel for capitalism and

civilization. All are vessels for the future.

No Future

The wild beckons me, with an urge to abandon all which holds me captive.

I hear the cry! It howls in the night! It wakes me from my slumber! It

is calling me. But how do I answer the call when the wild is being

devastated before my eyes? I must attack now! I must take revenge now! I

cannot wait for a future revolution, for our home is being destroyed in

the present.

If we cautiously shift our gaze—just for a moment—towards the future we

can see it’s bleakness. We can see that it continues to reproduce

itself. We can see wars for water. We can see heat domes making cities

impossible to survive. We can see the rising ocean waters which are now

vacant of life. We can see the desertification of rainforests. We can

see mass refugee crises and mass extinction. What we see is not pretty

but it is the reality.

Quickly turning back our gaze, so as to not be sucked in, we are seeing

this reality now. Wildfires wreak havoc in California and the pacific

northwest, burning up entire towns. Floods destroy villages in germany.

Entire countries are slowly sinking. Nobody can save us. Any hope is a

mirage. Some will take this as a sign to put down their arms in defeat.

But we must focus on the possibilities of living in the now! When we

turn our gaze away from the perpetual drive towards the future, we are

able to fight back today.

Past writers have presented this idea of futurity in the manifestation

of “the Child”. In other words, “we’re doing this for the children”.

Which fundamentally ignores how the children are trapped by capitalism

and civilization now. This drive to do things for the children is the

reproduction of civ’s ideology. This reproduction is the ideology. It is

the ideology of growth, which we see in capitalism, socialism, and all

other forms of civilization. “Growth is the ideology of the cancer

cell”!

Queerness is antithetical to this necessitation for growth. Sex between

queers is not done with reproduction—in other words, futurity—in mind.

It is only done for the individual’s present enjoyment. Just committing

that act is an act of rebellion. But to simplify queerness to just an

act of sex would be a great injustice, for queerness is the negation of

all abstractions that impose our domestication.