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Another essay on the necessity of violence, not as the primary philosophy under one should operated, but as one of many that can be used. stochasticautonomist.noblogs.o

Go.

Go now and make it happen.

Find a friend. Find a brother, sister, niefling. Find a comrade, a stranger.

And if you can find no one, set off on your own.

That thought you had, at the exact moment when you decided that nothing would quench your thirst except total and utter deliverance from the oppressed life that was thrust upon you, what was it? Do you remember?

Comrade, do not wait. You do not need permission to strive towards your own liberation. Those who would tell you we must calmly march toward freedom, but if and only if we can all agree on the exact route and formation, they are false leaders. You need no leader to know what you need to do.

To be told that the revolution must wait, to be told that it will come in due time, when it's ordered, when it's proper, and only when your desire for liberation lines up with someone else's.

Perhaps you went to a demonstration or a march, hoping that your voice would join with those around you, turning into a thunderous roar that would shake the oligarchs and illegitimate leaders to their bones, make them fear those who had been trampled. And what was found there? Organizers working with police to corral the rowdy masses, to keep the tone peaceful and light.

Did you attend an organizing meeting only to be told that your fervor for nothing less than the dismantling of the system doesn't align with the organization's long term goals and strategy? Were you told that you weren't allowed to do the thing you wanted, that maybe through some externality others would be swept away in your tide? Did someone tell you that the optics weren't right, and that The Movement needed to be wary of coming across as too radical and prone to violence.

Or maybe it was the voice of fear, telling you that maybe it's not that bad and maybe if you played it safe things would get better on their own. Maybe if you kept your head down, at least it wouldn't get worse. The raised nail gets the hammer, after all.

Did you seek safety in numbers? Many of us did.

Revenge, that dirty word that says our desires are too base and crass, that what we want is selfish. How could our own liberation be pure and altruistic if it really is that thing that we want? That one's own desire for liberation couldn't possibly align with some ideal of Greater Good?

There was the voice in your head that might have told you this.

We wanted to smash the thing that smashes us, to destroy that which dominates. It wasn't a tactical, well thought out, educated desire. It was primal, a desire born of self-defense. There was no haughty moral decree we clung to as if one needs to argue their way out of oppression. The thing you felt, wanted was something you probably even kept secret because polite society so often frowns upon what we call justice and tells us that what we want is revenge.

It might not have even been anything that big or dramatic. It might have just been the accumulation of a lifetime's worth of injustices until the smallest transgression finally broke and the dam, and all your rage and loathing spilled out.

What was that moment? Do you remember it?

We all do, and in that moment we knew what we wanted to do, what had to be done, to free ourselves.

Maybe it was the rent you couldn't pay, the medical expense you couldn't afford.

Maybe it was even something more cruel and you had to witness the full brutality of the state come crashing down on someone you love, or maybe even just a neighbor or a stranger.

You, the would be revolutionary.

You woke up one day and your life changed. There was that moment that tipped you over from being just another discontent to deciding that you wanted to change the world, that you weren't satisfied with the lot you were given.

Maybe it was someone's flagrant display of wealth and disregard for your humanity that made you realize that it was time to stand up for yourself and to stake a claim on your own autonomy.

I created this account to post short essays on , , and that I had no other outlet for. Let's begin, shall we?

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