No Philosophy, Part 1

At some point within the last decade, you’ve no doubt found yourself within a crowd of people shouting “USA! USA! USA!”  At times this chant would spark at random, at others it was directed towards an individual or group of individuals as a tool of opposition.  There’s a possibility that you may have been a part of the chanters, and maybe you aren’t even quite sure why.  Whatever it was about, the sea of angry faces shouting at the black wall always filled me with a dark anxiety.  The atmosphere would change and you knew that something awful could happen at any moment.  There was a feeling of hopelessness within that cry of American philosophy.  There was no escape, the people surrounded you, barfing out three meaningless letters with the type of abandon you never wish to see.

The first time this happened I knew it was something bad, but I couldn’t quite figure out why.  There was a force behind that rage and it was built from the rubble of 9/11, but as time went on and we could actually watch ourselves in real time go further and further from any kind of free country, the cry became a lampoon of itself.  It became a mockery that tried to compare the America that is to an America that probably never was.  It was an obnoxious refusal to see life as it actually is.  The ubiquitous we only went on, never forgetting, never trying to understand, and never learning.  There was no reflection.  There was no trying to get better.

It has been more than a decade now since that ugly day and the philosophy has not changed, it’s surpassed the joke and is coming back to its dark place in history simply because it will not go away.  The true believers have only grown more fervent with their screams of jubilee.  They look unto the world with stars in their eyes, never able to see beyond their violent messiah’s who block the way with the blank canvas called progress held high before them.

There is strength in mythology and that is the foundation of America.  There is no learning from the past if it’s a constant lie.  There is no action in the present from a public bewildered by fireworks.  There is no hope for the future without an understanding of liberty.  The following blogs are my personal story on how I found it.

NO PHILOSOPHY, PART 1:

Curiosity Killed the Kitten

It took a lot longer than it should have for me to understand who I am.  While there are still conclusions to be made, the general idea is there, and it’s loud and clear: I am an anarchist.  Why did it take until my thirties for me to get to here?  How could it have been such a long road to the natural ideals of freedom and liberty?  There seemed to be no clear path before me when I was younger, even if I was virtually on the cusp for the entirety of my teens and twenties.   The need for truth is just below the surface for all of us, but how do we reach that when we are disposed of into a system of schooling for countless hours during our most curious period.  That curiosity is schooled out of us all and what we have left at the end of the day is the appeal to authority.  That appeal leaves us only with the truth as they have told us.  Our minds are only what they have been molded to be.  Our uniqueness and individuality is not part of that process.

There is a serious, sometimes painful process involved in detaching your mind from the status quo.  It has been recognized as unschooling, sort of a rewiring in search of truth as it is, not as it is presented.  For all too long I was going the route of the statist, believing that the answers to the world’s problems came down to voting men and women into positions of management and lawmaking.  I thought that a select few elites, known as congressmen, presidents, and judges that were put into in a ruling class known as government were the intellectual stalwarts that could shape morals through legislation.  That is a very scary place to be.  The belief that a government is everybody, you and I, and not just those who work within it to bend it to their own wants is something I now see as a serious lack of philosophy.  To leave the fate of masses to the unsophisticated ideas of a few strangers, rather than the billions that make up the market is probably the biggest blunder in human history.  The end result of this thing called government is disturbing.  You don’t need to look any further than the violence of war and the millions of deaths that come with it.  This is fascism.  This is communism.  This is democracy.  This is government.

When I was eighteen and registered to vote I realized the stupidity of the Republican/Democratic paradigm and found more value in being an Independent voter.  But what does that really mean in a two-party system?  It was just a title with no weight.  In fact, independence itself holds no weight in America because it is an authoritarian collectivist system.  I have eschewed state-defined independence as much as aligning myself with either of the two ruling classes(that really make up one).  As I get older, my ideas feel as though they have become younger.  The spirit of the individual is an invigorating one to embrace.  Once you awaken from the created and managed world and find there is still something worth fighting for, you can almost feel the movement of the earth, because you know that somewhere inside each of us is that unique spirit waiting to erupt from the chains placed around our necks.  There is a movement for liberty that is happening now.  The younger this movement becomes, and the young are embracing it all the time, the greater chance we have at a future free from the cesspool of bad philosophy that is the state.

For somebody in their teens or even twenties to have access to new ideas and champion them is no huge leap, but for those in their thirties and older this is not the case.  We each have a past full of abuses that have gone unrecognized in which we have to face.  Where I began is not necessarily where you will begin.  Liberty is a personal journey, though individualism and freedom may be the ultimate goal, that means something different for everyone.  One thing is for sure, changing the nature and meaning of authority is the common theme.  Authority is not a person in a costume holding a gun to your head.  Authority is not a person who holds an unearned position in society, wears teams colors, and consistently does the opposite of what they say.  Authority is not a group of people who try to shape and manage society with a set of words written on a piece of paper.

Ultimately, you know what is best for you.  That is the goal.  Living life as an individual.  Being your own authority over your own property.  Owning yourself.