Some believe anarchy is making your own decisions down to the micro level of when to piss. But is it you who decided that this piss would reach its fullest level at that particular time? Sure, but I decided to drink a particular amount of water so at some point I must piss, right? So therefore I made the decision to piss before pissing? When you needed to piss, you had to adapt your current path to divert to a place to piss. Did you choose a public restroom or did you choose to risk a public violation and piss in the street, or perhaps you were in LA or San Fran and that was normal, either way, you had to adapt your path to piss.
You wake up one day, no pun intended, as you are probably not yet awake if you are doing the following, you make a coffee, turn on the Today show for the morning headlines, sit down on your ‘Ikea’ chair that you purchased last week and the gas pump is already broken, or perhaps it wasn’t on the instructions, and start scrolling through Fakebook. Shirley has shared a breaking news article “VIRUS INFECTING CITIZENS ALL OVER GLOBE”. Immediately your mind is captive (terrorist term) to this emotional drama playing out before you on your tv and phone.
Needless to say had you not owned a TV, phone, nor had any social connection, you would have woken up in your dilapidated RV on a rural plot and, perhaps channeling Waldon, walked outside and taken in the fresh air, collected food from your plot and eggs from the hens and cooked breakfast on a fire. But you didn’t do that, because this oppressive system requires you to have one foot in the grave, any form of housing requires a taxation component, any violation gets reported by a soviet trained neighbour with “nothing to hide”, eating requires you to engage in a transfer of wealth ensuring the market entity receives more than the item’s worth and you not having to produce anything tangible in exchange. In a Waldon world, I would grow cabbages and you might grow potatoes, I give you 2 cabbages for 25 potatoes, and that’s it, if we got along and lived close by, heck we might even just combine it all and cook for everybody that evening with no exploitative exchange.
This kind of anarchy is not possible anymore.
Anarchy under this kind of regulatory and financially exploitative system requires adaptation.
So instead, you wake up in your house you pay rent for, and yes, I say rent because whether your rent is going to a landlord or your property tax to a state and your mortgage to a bank, this is the definition of rent as described in the book ‘Modern Economics’. Never will you have a bounded property under your own stewardship. They have successfully phased this out of existence. Carrying on, you wake up and see this news “VIRUS INFECTING CITIZENS ALL OVER GLOBE”, and as an awakened person, you know your first instinct is to adapt. You must use what you know about the system and you listen and follow closely the stream of deliberately confusing and constantly changing regulations as they come out, you realise your employment will be affected, your travel will be affected, food availability will be affected, and your family’s schooling will be affected.
To retain a sense of personal sovereignty, to the point that the oppressive system allows, thus not being able to be a true full anarchist, you adapt and look for loopholes in the regulations and loopholes in working around the system. You have to be flexible. This is now a military style mission where you are trekking through unknown territory and only those who successfully work around what is before them will carry through to the other side.
In your local like minded community set up after the state’s last attempt to take everyone hostage, you allocate someone for teaching, you begin to initiate barter transactions for gardens and make plans for agriculture, you seek opportunities for self employment or working options that are on the edge of the system with the least visibility from the authorities, you have a bike that will get you to the local amenities so to avoid interrogation from authorities if you are to drive your car beyond the allowed distance or for “unacceptable” reasons. You know with a bike you can say it’s exercise and thus exploit the system. You don’t carry your phone, so to avoid identity checks and regulatory sign ins, or the very least to avoid the barrage of psychogically captivating breaking news, because you worked out that visual media from government and institutions is a terrorist tactic used to control you.
I hear many solutionists debate ways to fix the system or get out of the system but I am a realist and see that they only way is to adapt and look for loopholes and exploitations in what is ever increasing dumb and stupid over regulation. Only in a dying system does it attempt to do outlandish, overboard and overbearing acts. This can be seen with people still captive to the propaganda still wearing masks alone, these people believe their system is dying or going to die, so what do they do, silly over the top acts and rituals which they believe will prevent them from death.
Now when I say this system is dying, I do not in any way mean that the system will dissipate and no longer oppress us, instead, this system will live on after death ensuring Hell for i;s constituents. This system has allowed far too much sin for it to dissipate into an anarchist utopia of freedom. This system will not rest until it owns all private property, until it owns all people’s eyes and minds, until it own’s all energy resources, all food supplies, all manufacturing facilities. It will not rest until it manifests a faschistic machine that controls what you put in your mouth, what time you piss, and penalises you for the amount of water used to flush that piss.
You must adapt in order to remain on the tail end of this tornado, for the masses are stuck in the eye, society is up in the air being tossed and turned and mixed and spun and upended and I’ll even throw in gyrated as that twerking thot gets picked up by the whirlwind as she was twerking too long, and (((they))), (((they))) are on the leading edge taking this tornado on laps akin to the cloud seeding/sun dimming planes going up and down in the skies.
Be the last ones, stay on the tailwinds, live with the destruction, you never know when that Hell of a tornado will finally dissipate. This is a 21st century Anarchists predicament.