United Kingdom: “Some words about social war”


Let me just say a few words about the term “social war”.

I am not overly concerned with social war, I’m pretty busy fighting my own war, a war set on my terms, at my own fluctuating pace and for my own reasons. If I was not fighting this personal war, and instead focused on the contemporary anarchist currents and their modes of “struggle”, then depression and a feeling of overwhelming powerlessness would most certainly have taken my life, if boredom did not kill me first.

It is a lack of inspiration from the majority of civilised anarchists and their “social war” that has led me to embrace the perpetual conflict with society that is often attributed to nihilists and individualists more-so than anarchists (though it should well be). Within the realms of anarchism, only those whose analysis has the basic foundations of all oppression – civilisation – in their crosshairs are the ones worthy of my recognition. I have no time for a “social war” aimed at re-structuring the current system. If any struggle is not aimed at the destabilisation of the system with its complete and total destruction as its goal, it serves only to make the system and its domination over wildness stronger.

– anarchy, anarchism and anarchists? –

If anarchy can be nothing less than non-negotiable and insatiable freedom, then anarchism can be nothing less than the total demand for said freedom, and total war against all aspects of the system and every product born of its toxicity. There is nothing that has been born of civilisation that is not tainted with the stench of authority, domestication, empire and slavery. There can be no technology created with respect for life in mind, because all technology is born out of the putrid religion of progressivism and its utopian and colonialist goals of world-dominating technocratic enlightenment and/or domination. I will not speak of “anarchists”, but wild animals, human and non-human, for they may share all of the aspects previously defined in my words as “anarchy”, and thus gain my respect more than most “self identified anarchists”. I never identified myself as an anarchist first, instead, anarchy found me and I found it, and at once I felt as though i had been reconnected with some long lost limb, the most powerful appendage any animal could know, in that moment my wild instincts were awoken.

When one is denied this instinctual lust for freedom, by the authoritarian structures of the state or its reformist lackeys, for me the only suitable answer is to channel feelings of rage, hate, despair and an unstoppable love for life into violent attacks against the system, perhaps not severing any heads from the hydra, but hacking relentlessly at its fingers, its wrists, its eyes, its tongues, even falling uselessly against its armored hide is a death preferable to dying quietly in the cage it has provided us. Running wildly at the enemy might mean I am the first to be shot down*, at least then any comrades I may have had in life will see more clearly where to return fire.

One only needs to taste true unadulterated freedom once, from there on, there can be no going back.

– A.

*This is just a figure of speech, of course I would not be the first person to be killed for their unflinching demands for freedom, our entire society is built upon the bones of those people, sustained by their flesh and blood and I certainly will not be the last so long as civilisation exists.


Source: In the belly of the beast

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