Is Anarchy isolationism?

Is Anarchy isolationism?

What is anarchy in the first place, the meaning, tough poses a relatively easy etymological meaning and root, meaning literally, “without rulers” from the Greek language.

Even tough that the popular belief is anarchy is the representation of a system in complete disorder and confusion, to be more exact, the absence of a system parse.

We must better use the ideological meaning of this word, and is the “a utopian society of individuals who enjoy complete freedom without government” (

And it’s in fact a cute meaning that we all imagine at some point of our lives, the idea of a society in which men’s don’t respond to any authority, and all the rules of society is based in contractual morals base in the better good of the people. No men is better than the other, everyone know their place and don’t have to respond to anyone.

No corruption

No abuse of power

No greed,

Complete political and ethical freedom as long as it doesn’t hurt any peer.

Then, what is the problem?

The thing is that…

Men are not equal.

We may be equal in front of the law, but we have so many differences morally and willingly that the idea of the perfect society is impossible.

It doesn’t matter at all how much you try, when we have a group of people, all together, somebody is going to be better than the other, whether is strength, cleverness or mere luck, that guy will become an example to follow, and therefore, even without wanting to be, a leader, therefore, a government, and hence, the fall of the anarchist society.

There’s only a partial way to live the “no ruler” society, and that is isolationism, as you will not be able to lead or be leaded.

Let’s see a famous example, henry David Thoreau.

He secluded himself out of the grasp of society, and become more disappointed of the government actions in slavery and the war on Mexico, becoming an renown essay writer and activist for the civil rights movements, going far to try to help 2 African-American slaves to scape, a sin in that moment in time.

And even then, he was at grasp of the government, being more than one time arrested for not paying taxes.

To be an anarchist, it’s required a total independence, something difficult in a globalized world as today.


We change morality

We change morality

I was reading Albert Camus “The Stranger”, a story which touches quite the absurdism of certain traits of societies.

Got to admit that I was never interested in the contemporary French literature, apart from Antonin Artaud (theater and cruelty is a must read) and Jean Paul Sartre. I need to than to my professor for introducing Camus to me.

I the book, we see a character whose perception of society is of complete antipathy or better to say, indifference to certain hypocrisy of our society.

There are 3 major points discussed trough the storyline, the first is death, then there’s religion, and ultimately, justice.

I will talk about justice, and the principal thing is that our sense of justice is manipulate, overall what we deem as morality. The own meaning of moral tells us all, morality is what a community deems as righteous and “good”. We see many examples like:

Killing is wrong and punishable. But what happens when it was self-defense?

Then killing is forgivable.

Of course, this is an easy interpretation; we will kill self-defense, or even better, in the defense of the others.

What about abortion? Or immigration? O worst, death penalty?

The ambiguity on this subject is just so complicated, that I simply refuse to take a position.

Morality is not a state of be, nor a universal rule that we can all agree, it’s something that changes, and we manipulate in our favor, at the end being the most powerful the ones that state what is right and what I wrong.

When we are in a situation of despair or conflict, we use moral to justify our actions, whether good or bad, it’s all about the position and time you were at the time of your actions, not necessarily an excuse, but a way to manage to live with ourselves.

War romance

War romance

I was reading Tolstoi’s War and peace, I read from the Pavlona party to the departure Andrew (sorry if I mistake the names, as I am reading the Spanish version), and got the preludes of Austerlitz.

And it came to my mind; we do in fact love war…

Now, It’s still in my mind the description that Tolstoi made of the war hospitals, an reflex point that demonstrate the suffering of war, an symbol and knowledge later adapted in the romanticize movements in Europe years later.

The think we know is that, previous to World war I, people had a positive thinking of war, as a way of demonstration of power, courage and a way to increase economic power and influence, also to establish the patriotically mindset of those times, but what happened?

The suffering of World War I was high, in a Freud sense, the world felt “melancholic”, just go to google and see the image of the many soldiers that went to fight in it, smiles, celebration, an sense of honor, many of them dying like dogs in a hole, we were unable to bury them or give them our respects, feeling the despair of the real lost for the first time, something we see the a the vanguards movements in the 30’s.

In another example, a bit more mundane, I was playing Civ 5, the videogame of having to develop your civilization and either win trough the cultural or technological way, or killing everyone in the map, of course, being a videogame, it has music, each for any civilization, one for war and peace, I got attached to the British empire war theme, and went to YouTube to heard it again, and something I saw, with no exceptions, every war theme has more views than the peace one.

Humans being like the idea of war, we know its results, yet we feel chills in our spine whenever we heard of an heroic act of a soldier, its cultural and evaluative, tough we are in our greatest peace era (talking relatively) the war culture is something that still affect us.

What do you think?


Human containment

Human containment

He was seated in his wooden hand made chair, watching the air in the emptiness, middle of the classroom, 1 table forward, 3 backwards, 3 and 3 left and right.

Watching the foreigner, with his bad guys face, expressing the felling of untouchable, being caress by the voluptuous tall gal. He watch as her developed mammals where touching gently the back head of the yank, without any awareness of the sins of him, of his forwardness, or at least, just ignoring it.

At his right, the innocent little girl, being pushed up by 3 men at the same time, one would think she would scream or be annoyed, but this was not the case. She was smiling, laughing, like if she enjoyed this, tough one could see the death inside, of a social need to sacrifice one’s honor for acceptance of… who?

-Please- said the child in his inner self as an emotion started crisping, a pain that requires to be cured- scream, cry, beg, if I have too, ill kill them!

Suddenly, they stopped, of the pertubators grabbed the little teen school bag, and proceed to place it inside of his sexual parts, rubbing it, stroking it to his little member.

The child was going to attack, but the princess, thought disgusted, permitted to be hugged by one of the aggressors.

-Slut! Slut! Slut!-the young boy screamed to himself, frustrated to not be able to do something- stop being an “pendeja” and protect yourself!

The tormenting of what he witnessed was tormenting him, the screams in his classroom, plus some guys playing another shitty “reaggeton” song.

Suddenly, the bloody American, decided to scream to the boys ear, he feel the saliva and humidity entering the organ, as the scream of a sick autistic man scrambled trough its mind. The child couldn’t take, the noise, the perversion, the sluts, the idiots, he closed his fist, looked at the yellers eyes, and proceed to try to close the distance between his hand and the exchanger stupid face. 

The clock sounded, the alarm played, another day ended, the little boy saw himself and the American, who proceeded to walk out of classroom, with the voluptuous girl.

Another day ended. The enraged child was breathing and thinking, as he walked out.

-tomorrow is another day… 

This is an example of one of the principals elements that makes us human, unique.

Human containment is our social need to close our eyes, our ears, and out mouths, hinder our emotions, toughen up, act calmly.

We hide everything, angriness, sadness, frustration.

We try to hinder our savagism, our real need to fight, in an attempt to avoid a problem to us and other people.

That’s how all great society’s worked, that how our mature development works, its not bad, it can give us many important advantages, but sometimes, its painful.

That’s something we humans have developed, the capacity to resist psychological pain in the needs of surviving, only a few are truly free of this pain, the outcast (no to confuse with criminals) when alone, become the most friendly and happy men in the world, whos bare existence, becomes an rebellion to society.