“No man who believes in force and violence is an Anarchist.
The true Anarchist decries all influences save those of love and reason. Ideas are his only arms.” - Elbert Hubbard, Jesus Was an Anarchist
I adhere to Christian Anarchism and I am a pacifist.
I am an Anarcho-Pacifist.
I fell asleep as a child to the steady rhythm of war drums
just like we all did
learning how to hold opinions on ammunition belts
and judgment on the back of handguns.
We learned how to hit first
and hit back
from the wars our fathers fought.
We discovered together how watching a bullet to the eye on the news
was an eye opener
Growing up around mosh pits
I learned how to make a fist and use it in defense.
I found how to make a fist and use it in defiance.
I watched how to make a fist to see the size of my enemies’ heart
and find that it’s just the same as mine.
I saw firsthand how flags and nationalities
d i v i d e d
That we all fly the same flag,
we just tag it different
George Carlin shares his critique on the nation.
”“That’s what the owners count on, that Americans will remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white, and blue dick that’s been jammed up their assholes every day.”“
A bullet to the eye is an eye opener.
I would tear this off their wall immediately if it wasn’t behind glass.
Now it’ll only take a few more minutes. Disgusting propaganda.
The first rule is to never communicate or express thoughts and feelings in a normal, expected manner. This rule covers each your writing, language, sentence structure, and manner of dress.
(These oddities may be for hipster reasons, disliking how everyone arranges their words in the same style, or that speaking plain and straight will leave you too exposed and so un-unique compared to everyone else after all).
Second, have a harmless and non-insulting intention for everything you do but hold fast in the knowledge that you be misunderstood because you will be challenged at every (perceived mis)step.
Third: brevity. No one has the time to read your paragraph-long Facebook statuses detailing every part of your thoughts. So shorten it down to one sentence and watch it be taken as pretentious as quick as you can breathe a long sigh of respite.
(Beware and note that you will often be taken as insulting, derogatory, and yourself regarded as aloof and dense much more often than you will enigmatic or thoughtful.)
Fourth, answer people with answers to what you inferred their actual meaning was and not the words they actually said or wrote. Because after all, everyone has layers of meaning behind their sentences.
Fifth, be sure to have grand ideals nearly every being on the Earth should be able to get behind and have them interpreted as a personal attack or an argument that is surface level. You anti-friends on your social media site of choice will come out of the networks to discredit you and what they think is your argument.
Because knowing you in person of course gives them roughly five times the ability and chances to misunderstand you.
*Yes, this post is written in meta-English.
My earlier Hubbard quote from “Jesus Was An Anarchist” proved to resonate with quite a few of you. So if you would like to read the entire short book in full for free look to this link:
It was published in 1939 and it’s diction resembles its time and the prose is of an extreme quality. So much so that I would call it prose-poetry.
Most of us have prayed for a miracle at one point in our lives or described an unexpected happening as a miracle. Yet miracles, the bending of the physical laws in this universe, have not existed since the 1st century disciples and died along with them.
In doing extra supplemental research to make sure I did not get caught in any half-truth I discovered a name for what I believe regarding miracles ceasing: Cessationism, a philosophy with it’s own logical arguments that counter Continuationism, the belief that the gifts of the Holy Spirit have continued into present day.
Once the Pentecost took place in about 33 AD the various “miracle-powers” were used to help propagate the early church and cement the new way of life into the surrounding people.
So no sudden healings, speaking in tongues, prophesies, wisdom, teaching abilities, etc. remain to be seem today. They’re ultimately unneeded.
In my protestant church growing up I was told that every Christian received a “special gift” from the Holy Spirit when they were saved. But as a full Cessationist I willfully call that declaration out as false. Yes you are saved but there is no welcoming gift you receive for it.
Before I had thought deeply about the full breadth of the issue I was under the impression that non-physical, or miracles on the spiritual plane, were possible. Workings such as warming someone’s metaphorical heart or other acts bringing them closer to God might exist. But reviewing that line of thought with the working definition of miracle I have, I found that it did not fit. It was no a miracle that was occurring, simply the normal workings of God/Satan themselves playing out in the planes of existence we can’t detect. (The Science Fiction writer in me would like to add: yet).
So don’t sit around expecting the impossible to happen, because it won’t. Sometimes you have to rely on yourself.
Over a year ago I was protesting with the modest Occupy chapter at A&M University watching at the same time liveleak streams, Occupy message boards, and listservs with half righteous anger and half curiosity. I kept asking asking myself why. How and why law enforcement from coast to coast was so abruptly and violently repressing the movement. Just look to Oakland if you want an example. We knew that the movement would upset various corporations, politicians, their combined interests and the status quo. But the vehement oppression and strong-handed response to a peaceful revolt founded on ideals rather than arms was astounding to us.
Many of us who suspected that a coordinated attack on the movement was in effect from the FBI, homeland security, and local enforcement working with the corporations were put off as too paranoid. They wouldn’t be classifying the Occupy movement as a terroristic threat, planning to assassinate OWS leaders, collect surveillance on all its members in even the smallest homegrown chapter, and working directly for the .1%, surly?
During the movement we had proof of agent provocateurs stirring up trouble in Oakland and other chapters, giving the local police “just cause” to crack down on both the movement and on skulls. There was rampant misinformation from the corporate controlled media telling people the evils of the people protesting, misrepresenting our goals and purposely interviewing and finding the eccentric crackpots that crop up in every revolution and broadcasting them to represent us all.
Well now we have proof that we weren’t crazy. So far only a few bottom-pile documents have been obtained by The Partnership for Civil Justice Fund. So heavily redacted, I’m almost afraid what we will learn when the full documents are released (if ever).
When I look at my Facebook news feed I see people who stand for nothing. I browse down the posts seeing lives lived and watch as my friends shape into their mothers and fathers, their features maturing and rounding into indiscernible adult forms as they fit themselves into one space of society or another. They’re losing their noticeable edge, the anti-fashion and jagged haircuts and individualistic attitudes replaced by crop cuts and round jewelry and pleads for entry-level jobs.
I use social media as a way to spread views and discussions, to inform. Based on the berating I receive others do not share the same view. ￼
I see worthless lives; our lives worth less than the bytes used to store our personal information. That’s what our governments and the “system” take us for in the grand scheme of things and how I feel most of the days. Living is of no use if we’re not fighting toward some improbable utopia. I’m no utopianist advocating unreachable social goals but instead trying to make others understand that if we do not hold ourselves to a lofty goal and continue to make progress toward that goal then our lives here are moot.
Maybe we should each get a small coin and find a wishing well. A well that would wouldn’t run dry from pleas for the winning lotto ticket drowning out the cries for a no orphans to be made for at least one day. A wishing well that we can’t find because if we did it would be dry. And there aren’t enough people crying for the world to refill it.
Then I would rest with peace because people are at least wishing for something worthwhile again.
But I want to see people with penchants for pennies who throw them away into creeks and streams because they’re tired of creaking out an existence and have something to tell the world. That the revolution will be not televised, but streamed.
There’s a world to set a fire under.