It is strange that I wrote a whole book called Destructivism, The Path to Self-Destruction, without first addressing the one subject people are most likely to accuse me of in time, the one of being an anarchist talking about anarchy. It did not cross my mind to write about anarchy, because I never thought I was an anarchist. I realise now that perhaps I was an anarchist in the closet, and maybe it is time I do my coming out and just admit it, as I witness the world we live in going in frightening directions.
People have accused me of being an anarchist because of the title of my website, The Crowned Anarchist, which ultimately was just the title of a book by Antonin Artaud, the celebrated French author who died in 1948. His book was about a Roman Emperor originally from Syria named Heliogabalus, also called the Crowned Anarchist, because of his subsequent reign in Rome.
It is ironic that today I found many mentions on the Internet that George W. Bush is also sometimes called a Crowned Anarchist, from the old definition of anarchy, and it looks like he is about to bring chaos all over the world, on a scale never seen before. And that, whether or not the next elections in the United States are cancelled and martial law declared, as everything appears in place for just such a possibility. What he has already done is sufficient to leave an indelible mark on this planet and it will take a long time to get out of this mess.
Being an anarchist, from my frame of reference, is like being gay. You know deep down at heart that you are, that there is nothing you can do against your nature, and that if that nature gets to be known, you will be ostracised by everyone else, rejected, ridiculed and you are going to suffer the rest of your life.
I am nevertheless suffering anyway, from a lack of freedom, a lack of control in the decisions being made that concern me directly, from these hierarchies everywhere present to which I need to bow down to and be submissive.
To the point that I feel I am nothing less than a slave, going through this life making the minimum of decisions, and then will go on without any kind of freedom or control, and do exactly what all sorts of authorities will tell me to do, at every single minute of my existence.
Be it the authority of parents, loved ones, teachers, managers and directors, spiritual leaders, social workers, judges, probation officers, police, political leaders through a myriad of laws and regulations. Add to it CCTVs and cameras everywhere, and constant probing and recording of phone calls, emails and the websites we visit, to insure that we no longer have an impure thought that goes against their will. Anything can and will be used against us at some point in time, while everything we do is being recorded, and the time of reckoning seems to be getting closer every day.
At some point you do feel the need to explode and tell them all to stop, that enough is enough! That we feel the need to re-assert ourselves, to exist, to make a few decisions of our own, to do what we want to do with this life and that a little breathing space would not go amiss in our life. Do we even have the time to think anymore? Are we free collectively to decide what we want to do, are we able to stop our leaders in their grand scheme of conquering the planet at the expense of human kind, our very existence? The obvious answer is no.
Anarchists seem to believe that we can have a real democracy, that it seems that our actual government structures and corporate structures are all against the very idea of democracy and giving the citizens the chance to rule themselves and make their own decisions.
If we had a real democracy, we would not have killed one million Iraqis recently, and we would not be planning attacking Iran and Syria for God only knows what reasons exactly. In short, if citizens truly had the power to govern themselves, the world would be a different place today.
Or did you really want all these things to happen in your name? And how far are you willing to go for what you believe in? And by the way, can you tell me then what you believe in and why exactly it is worth having another world war? Is it not time to stop it all from happening before it is too late? And I mean right now!
George W. Bush, the Crowned Anarchist, and his friends, need to be impeached now. We cannot wait until January 2009 to finally get rid of them. Another catastrophic false flag event might take place in order to prevent all of this from happening and martial law might be declared, at which point we will have lost any control or power. The risk is too high, considering their track record. We have a chance right now to get rid of them, we won’t have another chance. It is too risky, we cannot take the chance, we have to act now, we have to somehow. I don’t care how, we have to get rid of them, now.
I don’t say these things lightly. I am afraid, and so should you. And this is not even my own country, though Canada, my own country, is now very much just like another American State. We have given the United States our sovereignty to govern us, just like Mexico did. You need to read more about this, as I will not elaborate on these topics here.
This is what anarchists are fighting for, whether they are extremists or intellectuals who would never dream of picking up a cocktail Molotov or even walk outside in any demonstration. And this is perhaps why I never thought I was an anarchist, because neither of these definitions of anarchy befitted me. I am not extremist, I am a pacifist. I am not an intellectual who will go on to write clever articles about what this kind of anarchist system might look like. On the other hand, I cannot deny that at heart I share all their beliefs and, in my own way, I have been fighting for the same beliefs and freedoms in all of my books.
That makes me an anarchist, whether I want it or not, and now obviously a target, but I guess I already was, even if I intended to deny everything the day they will come for me to send me in some sort of concentration camp. There are 800 of them in the United States and many more in Canada. They are ready over there for something. If there are any in the UK, where I live, they were able to hide them very well. I suppose deportation from the UK to Canada and the United States is a real possibility, so in the end it does not matter if there are no concentration camps in England.