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Total Liberation Review

Total Liberation is a book that follows the same ideological framework as that argued in Total Liberation: The Power and Promise of Animal Rights and the Radical Earth Movement and The Politics of Total Liberation: Revolution for the 21stCentury. The attempt within all 3 of these books is to articulate a radical theory that is entirely holistic, privileging no enemy or struggle over any other.

The book Total Liberation draws from examples of groups, projects and movements, which all fit what could called a Total Liberationist ideology, to present a theory and framework for radical action.

It is a book that has gained considerable attention within anarchist and radical environmentalist discourse. Published by Signal Fire and printed by Active Distribution, the book’s Anonymous author is unknown to us. The entire thing can be read for free on The Anarchist Library website.

While the philosophy brought in this book includes earth and animal liberation, detailing the activities of ALF, ELF and other similar radical projects; the bulk of the text is on human-centred ideas, like Workerism, and projects that are centred around human liberation, such as the Zapatistas, the ZAD (zone á défendre) and the Exarcheian anarchist activities in Greece. Through analysing the activities of these attempts to resist this culture, the writer makes a solid attempt to interconnect struggles, encouraging unity in thought and radical practice. The conclusion that the writer reaches is that radicals ought to build zones of resistance, similar to that of Rojava, which has emerged out of ecological crisis, militarisation and international terrorism.

I will start by addressing the weaker aspects of the book, before moving to its strengths. My intention for doing so is to emphasise that I am sincerely appreciative of what the book attempts to bring the reader.


I am somewhat of a luddite – I type this from my laptop, but still retain a disgust for the equipment I use – and was entirely disappointed by the lack of technology-critique within the entirety of the book. Radicals have continually found the repression of will and desire that technology requires to be processes to resist, but this is entirely missed from this work on “total liberation”. Thinkers such as Ellul, Heidegger, Zerzan, Freud and (dare I say) myself have provided descriptions of the totalitarianism of technology, but this book completely ignores this aspect of the authoritarianism this culture has built.

Similarly, for a work on “total liberation”, it was entirely disappointing to find nothing on the liberation of the individual from society. Of course, individualism can be an uncomfortable notion for many, given how liberalism has branded its collectivism as a form of individualism. But individualist praxis has continually been an aspect of anarchist and radical practices. As far as drawing inspiration from history goes, I have found the 19thcentury individualism of naturist-anarchists beautiful examples of people liberating themselves from this culture.

The main weakness of the book is within the perspective it follows – viewing earth liberation as a revolutionary completion of History, with future planning being where the work lands at the end. This culture, as History, is the continuation of the agricultural revolution, which has included the industrial and technological more recent accelerations, which is the attempted repression of the living, wild earth – something I described in my book Feral Iconoclasm. Anarchy, as non-domesticated space/wild-life/freedom, is not, as this book claims, a historical force, but is life outside of the attempted interiorised cage of History/civilisation.

This historicism – a form of ideology that is inherently totalitarian – follows with the Marxian-Hegelian ideology the writer flirts with continually throughout the text, of social ecology. Not wanting to go too far into this within this book review, Murray Bookchin’s social ecology’s concept of dialectical naturalism green-washes an approach that is ultimately authoritarian – while I am not a fan of his liberalism, Karl Popper’s The Open Society and its Enemies provides a brilliant description of this.

I would also point out that the writer misunderstands Hakim Bey’s T.A.Z., as it is not an ideal he has advocated, but an event that emerges between radicals attempting to resist this culture. They also dislike the idea of temporality – which is basically existence – as they would rather Bey discussed permanently autonomous zones. Of course, no space lasts forever, however much we might wish they did. Thinking ecologically (rather than techno-historically towards a totalised future) means thinking in terms of temporality – I would have hoped the writer would have appreciated this.


The first strength of this book that I noticed was it actually provides a solid critique of Marxism, identifying our situation as non-reductive and our enemy as a many-headed hydra. Often radical conversations and ideas, including anarchist ones (who continually critique Marxism), get reduced down to simplistic class-based logic, which ultimately arrive at “we first gotta get the right socialist politician in place” (which in Britain today means getting Corbyn in office). With this, the book presents a solid critique of Workerism – Marxism’s core foundation – and appeals for greater plurality.

The main strength of the work is, despite how it flirts with social ecology, the book presents a critique of civilisation that reads really well. With this, earth liberation and animal liberation – as immediatist type activities – aren’t excluded/ignored, as they so often are. The human supremacism that rests as an automatic assumption within this culture is usually included within even radical thought. While the writer enframes liberation as a revolutionary process – an idea I disagree with – that they’re not privileging humanity and including anti-civilisational ideas within the work is fantastic! They cite towards the end the book Desertas a (surprising) inspiration, which is popular amongst nihilist anti-civilisational thought, but avoid being trapped by either hope or hopelessness – taking the courage to be somewhere in-between.

I also thoroughly enjoyed the writer appealing to attempting to explore a liveable anarchy (within the contexts of the machine today). This aspect of the book, which isn’t engaged in historicisms and is much closer to the strengths of Bey’s thought, is a joy to encounter. Being liveable is something that I would want at the core of any critique and attempt to fight against the suicidal tendencies of this culture.


To end this review I want to reaffirm my appreciation of what the writer has attempted. There are weaknesses and disappointing aspects of the book. However, it has its more fantastic aspects and is beautiful in many ways!.



Subterranean Song

Could I be a petroglyph?

Are you a cave of hands?

Were we bears or leopards sleeping beneath the rocks?

Who sings this subterranean song?

Thoughts on Reality Upgrade 2020

We continue to move through the universe, around this galaxy, around this star, on tectonic plates, across the landscapes we find ourselves on, bodily, psychically.

From a cosmicist perspective, the twisting spiral that we have just taken over the passing year is entirely meaningless. What possible value could this vast universe place upon this small hunk of rock, water and irrelevant squishy things? We can all feel kind of sad, but also kind of relieved, and applaud the nihilists we know for being right, even though there is no truth to make them right.

From the perspective of animals who engage in annual cycles, including stupid humans who believe that the date assigned to their birth, or assigned to the birth of some saviour, meaning and value through celebration, the twisting spiral of motion is highly important.

Numerically speaking, we have reached a higher plane of existence – so congratulations civilised Reality, you’ve been upgraded from the 2019 model to the 2020 model, or will be soon. This is a significant upgrade, as it progresses from the type of model that began in 2010, which tried to fix some of the issues found in the 2000 model. The developers developed. Progress was made. You have been improved, as the optimists assure us everything will do.

I’m being cynical, of course.

It seems to be that there are 4 positions –

  • The past was a dream and the future will be a nightmare.
  • The past was a nightmare and the future will be a dream.
  • The past was a dream and the future will be a dream.
  • The past was a nightmare and the future will be a nightmare.

Right now is being awake, caught between either sleep-states. Today is where we are, as I wrote in my article on tomorrow– and we are doomed to today.

Right here, right now, is the location of presentist philosophy and immediatist anarchist praxis. Presentism destroys time, as in past and future. Immediatism is a revolt against History, in both directions of it being progressed or conserved. I draw from both in my thoughts and practice. Presentism is obvious from an egoist perspective and immediatism is a sensible, rhythmic, processual flow.

Why would a presentist/immediatist be concerned with the numerically superior Reality upgrade of History, if it is just continued interest in sleep-states? Well, in many ways I am not. But, as I encounter this (hyper-)Reality daily, this extoplasmic astral plane of spooks, holographically projected and telepathically injected into our psychic worlds, I am undeniably interested in it.

What was 2019? Well there were uprisings, riots, marches, protests, elections and, progressing from the ridiculousness of racial hatred, sexual and gender based division, classist sectarianism and other “I’m a This and we This folk are better than those Them folk” think, there we saw the rise of generational prejudice.

The ideology of generationalism is intensely fused to time-think and Historicism. This saw the Z’s, Y’s and X’s designate the damn dirty Boomers as objects of evil, due to their apparent non-normative views and lifestyles – much like what inspires the vast majority of Islamophobes and anti-semites. Perhaps the 2020’s will see the rise of more generation based bigotry, as the upgraded progressive development of cultural supremacism and stupid collective-identity – though this is obviously the exploration of a potential nightmare.

As far as this thought for the 2020’s, as a spectral phantasmic entity, goes, what could I consider? Perhaps the potential continuing rise of right-wing popularism would be what a good anarchist ought to think about. Maybe the morally correct thing for an environmentalist to think about at this apparent transition would be positive feedback loops and runaway global warming.

Instead I am going to think about Mars 2020 – the mission to send a rover to the red planet to search for fossilised remains of ancient extra-terrestrial life. Could there be a Cause more appropriate to this culture? Mars signifies salvation to the techno-progressives who dream of future life upon it. This then becomes synthesised with romantic dreams of a past that is lost, in dialectical progression. Rather than arriving at right here, right now, presentist immediatism though, this Cause, in its entirely over-thereness,is nowhere and, with it being entirely technological, is experientially nothing. For the sake of this thought, I am going to give this Cause of contemporary civilisation the term experientialwherelessness.

What is important about experientialwherelessnessis that, while you don’t directly experience it, it both has and will happen to you, so long as you stay within the aforementioned Reality that is progressing into the 2020s. This is most obvious in Brexit, where the traumatic event has happened to you and will have happened to you, is a spaceless space of nowhere, and no one has experienced it.

Don’t mistake experientialwherelessnessfor the absence/nothingness that radical freedom flows through! It has nothing to do with liberation or rebellion, which is immediate and present. Experientialwherelessness is both past and future, entirely sleep-state. My mind moves to Renzo Novatore’s opening to In The Reign of the Phantoms, where he states “I believed it was a frightening dream and instead it’s a bloody reality” – dream and reality, both bloody and frightening, full of promise and hope, being the texture of experientialwherelessness.

In his thoughts on time, John Zerzan states, “Can we put an end to time? Its movement can be seen as the master and measure of a social existence that has become increasingly empty and technicized. Averse to all that is spontaneous and immediate, time more and more clearly reveals its bond with alienation”. Perhaps I will consider what I can do as I find the Reality of 2020 and experientialwherelessnessbecoming louder, brighter and more obnoxious, for myself, and with friends and loved ones. In Feral Iconoclasm I considered creativity and destruction, as both destructive-creativity and creative-destruction, as means of revolting against History, as a presentist anarchist practice I called feral iconoclasm. Perhaps immediatist dinner parties, with flavourful food and live music. Meditation, tree climbing, ecotage and primal screaming are more and more part of my walks through woods, both solitary walks and walks with companions.

I realise as I venture down this contemplative route that I am venturing further down the rabbit hole of dreams. What I will or can do is a journey through an unknowable terrain – from this position at least.

What I have done I encounter in the imaginative dream-state of memory, both beautiful and nightmarick. Those who know me offline, and/or know me better online than most, know that, while my memory of 2019 includes some wonderful personal life experiences, 2019 has been an intensely difficult year for me. The strength, resilience, brilliance and ridiculousness that flows through my body and radiates off of me and is me, has kept going, despite the challenges. Again, after experiencing situations and life challenges that would break many, I have survived and lived, even in my weaker moments, beautifully.

When thinking on this, who I have been and what I have done, my attention immediately turns to what I am doing and who I am. In many ways, I am changed, in the way that flux constantly differentiates, making any stable identity impossible. The rhythmic poetry of the continual rhyme that I am has been sustained the power that I am, that my body contains, that my will-to-life emanates from. My mind again turns to Novatore, only now to the warriors and battles he wrote about in Towards the Creative Nothing – to love sorrow as a means of loving life.

I am this individualist, this egoist, this rewilding/becoming-animal, and, right now, I look at the nightmare of 2020, the dream of the future, the realm of experientialwherelessness, as another situation to overcome, as a means of my empowerment.

And I am an immensely tiny, irrelevant, absurd creature, on a weird lump nomadically spiralling and twisting through spaces that are indifferent to me. If a blackhole were to pull me, this weird lump, Mars (rover and all) and the rest of this solar system into its gravitationally dark depths, this aHistorical, uncivilised, inhuman universe would keep moving. The experientialwherelessness upgrade of Reality means nothing on this scale.

I will end this thought with the poem written by writer of The Surre(gion)alist Manifesto, Max Cafard –

“Welcome to the Idiocene

Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the Obliviocene

It’s the Distractocene

It’s the DontWorryBeHappyocene

It’s the ADHDocene

It’s the SpacedOutocene

It’s the Narcissocene

It’s the WhichWayIsUpocene

It’s the Amneseocene

It’s the NoThereWhenYouGetThereocene

It’s the BlahBlahBlahocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the Comatosocene

It’s the DruggedOutocene

It’s the Wastedocene

It’s the FiddleWithYourIphoneWhileTheWorldBurnsocene

It’s the Shopoholocene

It’s the SoUpI’mDownocene

It’s the Dopocene

It’s the Undeadocene

It’s the Zonkedocene

It’s the Crunkocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the Assbackwardocene

It’s the FoxToldMeIt’sNotTrueocene

It’s the Moronocene

It’s the Stupidocene

It’s the DumbAssocene

It’s the SingleDigitIQocene

It’s the Imbecilocene

It’s the OutToLunchocene

It’s the Nincompoopocene

It’s the Schlemielocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the EndOfTheLineocene

It’s the HotelTerminusocene

It’s the Nightmareocene

It’s the ChickensComeHomeToRoostocene

It’s the Saw15ocene

It’s the UpShitCreekoscene

It’s the OMGocene

It’s the DeadEndocene

It’s the Suicidocene

It’s the Collapsocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the HumptyDumptocene

It’s the Jonestownocene

It’s the WalkingOffACliffocene

It’s the SpringBreaksOverY’allocene

It’s the BuiltOnAnIndianBurialGroundocene

It’s the ThatsAllFolksocene

It’s the EndOfSmileyFaceocene

It’s the Extinctocene

It’s the ItStinksocene

It’s the DeadMeatocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the KickTheBucketocene

It’s the Croakocene

It’s the SwanSongocene

It’s the KillItIfItMovesocene

It’s the LastGaspocene

It’s the GooseIsCookedocene

It’s the ZombiesInTheMallocene

It’s the NightOfTheLivingDeadocene

It’s the EndOfTheRopeocene

It’s the BiteTheDustocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the NoExitocene

It’s the DeadEndocene

It’s the Wastelandocene

It’s the InTheToiletocene

It’s the Screwedocene

It’s the FuckedUpocene

It’s the Trashedocene

It’s the ShotToHellocene

It’s the DeadDuckocene

It’s the Kaputocene

It’s the Idiocene


Welcome to the Idiocene

It’s the CheckOutocene

It’s the ManBearPigWinsocene

It’s the EverythingMageddonocene

It’s the Apocalyptocene

It’s the MadMaxocene

It’s the ShitHitsTheFanocene

It’s the Y2KForRealThisTimeocene

It’s the WeAllGetDarwinAwardsocene

It’s the MoneyTalksNatureWalksocene

It’s the VeryBadSceneocene

It’s the Idiocene


Yes, folks. It’s the Idiocene

Welcome to the Idiocene”


A Thought On The 2019 December Election

It saddens me that many people I love and care about – friends who are activists, those who work within the NHS, the individuals who have done all they can to provide solidarity and support to vulnerable individuals during austerity and others – seem to be so affected by the election results. Whatever scepticism towards political institutions and anarchist revolt I feel towards statism and government, my desire to see those I care for not wounded sits on my chest heavily.

I am an anarchist. I do not believe that the machinery of politics, state, government, production, etc., will do anything but do maintenance work and “improvements” to the deadened machinery of itself, comprised of “resources” the extraction of which has left a depleted space of a scarred body, regardless of its impact on living beings (human or non-human). I agree with Emma Goldman’s statement that voting would be illegal if it could change anything. I am a cynic who sees the system that this culture has built as a means of blocking out the beauty of the sunlight and who actively seeks spaces for becoming-animal, dehumanising and joyful experiences. The social contract that is the basis for parlimentarianism appears to me to be nothing more than chains built to cage and deny me and other living beings the freedom that they encounter with their birth.

It is not from callous unfeeling that the election result itself does not bother me – my political pessimism, based in the belief that this culture is psychically and bodily more under the authority of technology than the authority of groups, individuals or parties of politically motivated living beings, is not unempathetic. I encounter the situation as something far worse.

My invitation here is for anyone reading this to encounter the election result as something like a nightmare – or what Freud would call a phantasm and Stirner would call a spook – as something that was terrifying, unwanted and undesirable, and ultimately nothing more than a psychic apparition. Nothing has changed structurally. Cars still pump out pollutants. Wild fauna and flora still face the violence of development daily. Homeless individuals and other vulnerable people are still treated as being worthy of sweeping under the carpet. This wasn’t going to change through the technology of institutional political machinery, because this is what the machinery of this culture requires to sustain itself. And this is absolutely no reason to despair.

Treat this as a challenge, not a defeat. Treat this as an opportunity to become stronger, to grow individually and strengthen bonds of friendship and solidarity, and to become more intensely what those you despise do not want you to be.

I a very publically open hunt saboteur and an advocate of animal liberation and ecotage type direct action rebellion. One of the “threats” that the Tory victory poses for those of us engaged in this type of direct action is trespassing being made a criminal offence. This will not mean that badger defence will not be worth doing, due to the increased risk – if anything there is potentially more fun to be experienced while out in the fields. It will be an opportunity to become stronger, be better, to learn how to navigate the increased risks, and more.

This afternoon I talked about the book Blessed is the Flame with a friend, before we did some gardening. The book details accounts of people rebelling, and fighting back, from within Nazi concentration camps. It is a brutal read and remains one of the most beautiful works on radical freedom that I have ever encountered – the refusal to accept repression, even in the face of the most intense authoritarian machinery imaginable, is very moving.

When out in the garden, I was haking away at various bits, trying to make space for stuff to grow in the spring. With my enthusiasm (and tendency to “get stuck in”), I quickly ended up with hands that are covered with scratches and stinging. What I appreciate in the experience of plants attacking me, when I get closer than they might desire, is that it is an immediate and direct reminder that living is never ceasing fighting. My mind turned to the anarchist poet Novatore, his hatred of (their) war, his warrior aesthetic and personal rebellion against the state. In many – perhaps ridiculous – ways there is a Novatorean energy to flora, as I encounter them, maybe most noticeable in his poem Black Roses: “A magical wind of divine madness will emanate from the Unknown to rock us on the waves of a radiant dream … We will have a bed of white flowers that will never wither, and we will be happy, happy”.

Maybe I am mad for finding opportunity within this situation. There is a beauty in madness I find, when sanity means, well, this situation.

Thoughts on Kevin Tucker’s Thoughts on Eco-Fascism

The answer Kevin Tucker gave on what eco-fascism is and what its significance today is, in his interview with Anti-fascist News, perplexed me in various different ways, and disappointed me in others.

I am sharing my thoughts here because my desire is the destruction of totalitarian repression, authoritarianism and oppression, as I am certain Tucker’s is too, as well as those involved in Anti-fascist News. This is not intended as horizontal hostility, or an attack against someone whose thoughts I appreciate.


I wrote in my essay An Eco-Pessimism Revolt Against Fascism, published by Warzone Distro, that I do not believe in the existence of eco-fascism. I still don’t. Fascism signifies to me the epitome of totalitarian repressive machinery. Ecology – as wildlife – signifies authentic freedom, or primal anarchy(to borrow Kevin’s term).

There are green-nationalists, like Tarrant, and thinkers like Pentti Linkola, whose advocacy of population decrease through mass warfare would seem to require some form of ultra-nationalistic confrontation as a catalyst. They are no doubt revolting, intolerable and worthy of attention – attention as in, I desire that this line of thinking be challenged, deconstructed and destroyed.

However, I find the use of the term eco-fascist, to describe individuals advocating these types of politics, to be less than helpful – in the context of liberation struggle. The term seems most useful to dishonest Marxist and green ideologues, techno-utopians and climate change deniers, as a smear term with very little content.

Fascism is monoculture, in the most intense form within the relevant context – all life reduced to maximum simplicity. Ecology, on the other hand, is pure difference, diversity – ever complexifying heterogeneity. They are like steam and ice, the difference between normalisation and non-conformity. I am convinced that eco-fascism cannot exist, in the same way that I do not believe in the warm blooded ice cube or in hairy hairless panthers. (I have written about this more in other places, so will leave this here.)

This leads me to my next thought –

Do fascists control what you say Kevin?

Tucker states (in as many words) that We should stop fascists from controlling the discussion.

On the face of it, this is an agreeable notion. Fuck fascism and fuck any attempt for fascists to control ANY discussion.

But, considering this in a “deeper” way (as Tucker appeals to the reader to do), I wonder if the statement is not likely to have the reversed impact Tucker desires.

In my second book, Feral Iconoclasm, one of the chapters is devoted to the idea of tearing down and destroying demonic iconography, as a means of challenging authority and liberation. Take Donald Trump as an example – the image of him as both “bad boy” and terrifying evil with the power to do so much, raised him culturally to become such a symbol of strength, which helped enable him to take his current position of authority. Donald Trump the pathetic, weak and idiotic man does not hold the same power. Another example is that of eco-extremist groups, whose authority and influence now exists primarily as a result of their being elevated to positions of demons by left-wing and liberal groups/individuals, who were largely unprepared to present critiques on the level of; it is extremely saddening that you feel so powerless that you feel you need to use bombs and do these things; I am also disgusted by what has happened to the world where you live and wish healing for it, including you! (If anarchists could have done this with sincerity and no racist culturally supremacist dogma, the situation might be a little more desirable!)

Bad faith and ressentiment only succeeds in disempowering individuals and weakening revolt against Leviathan. Fascists cannot control the conversation, because they cannot control what you or I say. They do not have power to dictate the words that you use or what you think.

Tucker also states (in as many words) that we shouldn’t let fascists initiate conversations. What he means is that, we shouldn’t allow fascists to cause conversation so it becomes part of their Cause. But the conversation was never initiated, subscends and is greater than cause and Cause, not ending at the last full stop, or when we take a second to breathe. Again, I do not desire that we allocate them the power to be the dictators of discussion, as I do not want to give them any power what-so-ever.

A few final words.

There is a great absence, a void, No-thingness, which is wild and free. Please do not let nothing become something and hold authority over you, out of existential anxiety.

I will state that this is in no way written as a support for those Tucker and I hate, and again that this is not intended as hostility. I will leave links to Tuckers interview, the aforementioned essay and my second book underneath this paragraph.



Thoughts on the Situation in Syria 10/10/19

What is happening in Syria is, as it has been, fucking horrific.

The situation seems to me to place “us” – or at least myself – somewhere strange, but entirely familiar, like being caught between spaces, nowhere but here.

In one space, this is totally immediate. My sensation of disgust and revulsion is immediate. Those experiencing the violence are experiencing it immediately. The ecological crisis that has been such an overlooked aspect of all of this is immediate. It’s right here and right now.

In the Other space, this is a totally mediated event. The weapons are so intensely technologically mediated that there’s very little relationship between the person using them and those experiencing their impact. There’s an intense media spectacle around this that provides a mediated pathway for “us” (the viewer) to navigate through. And the politics/History provide a lens that perceptually mediates.

I don’t think that there are any (simple) answers to any questions you or I have. My instinct is that everything collapses – love, death and anarchy are all gravitational (and earth/body directed) – and have a belief that multiple collapses are happening at once. I’m revolted by the situation, that much I know.

In My Great And Unmatched Wisdom

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I have realised that the pyramids were built by dinosaurs.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I know that on the 8th day God regretted not wearing a condom.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I have found that the only ethical diet is conscientious cannibalism.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

It has been revealed to me that Brexit is when the aliens are gonna return the Atlantans.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

It has become apparent to me that governments often do not cool stuff and that businesses tend to be crappy.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Tom Hanks is an overrated actor.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I know that humanity and fish can coexist peacefully.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I am here to tell you that there’s a entire generation of children who are going to be failed YouTube stars.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I am aware that the greatest rebels, anarchists and freedom fighters, are non-humans.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I have realised that Christmas is not at the root of all evil, but is a communist plot to brainwash children into worshiping red men who encourage sharing gifts.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I have come to know that just because you’ve taken psychedelics doesn’t mean you’ve got something interesting to say.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Pee is stored in the balls.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Evolution is a theory.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Spongebob Squarepants is a documentary.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Horses, donkeys and zebra are the same animal in different outfits.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Geometry is a theory.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

It has been revealed to me that colourful hair and clothes are not an adequate replacement for a personality.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

An octopus is a type of cat and a cat should be called a quadropus.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

A horsefly is not a good stead to ride into battle.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

I have come to know that the moon is a conspiracy.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

Peace supports violence, so being peaceful enables violence, and being harmless means you’re not a threat – being destructive allows space to be calm and gentle.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

People who are insecure about whether or not they are Nazis will go out of their way to tell you Hitler was bad.

In my great and unmatched wisdom:

You don’t make a potato a jacket potato by cooking it while wearing a jacket or by clothing it in a jacket

What Is Julian Langer Talking About?

“(Personally, I really have no idea what JL is taking about)”

The quote was part of a comment in an online discussion I was tagged into.

Of course, what I’m talking about is generally specific to its topic, but there are themes across my thought – some of which I’ll briefly state in a second. I have continually expected anyone reading me to interpret through their subjective gaze and have never wanted to appeal to anything permanently objective. My choice in style and vocabulary is intentional, partly because most of what I read on the internet I find boring and I also am not writing for a disengaged reader (who just wants their own opinion thrown back at them, to confirm their ideology); but for the most part I write how I write because I want to write how I write, in my individualist praxis. I also do not believe the world or our situation is clear, simple or understandable, in logical, humanised, scientific senses; so I’m not really trying to be any of them.

Anywho, brief descriptions of some of my themes –

God’s Eye Views

The world is not flat and we are not above it. There’s always obstacles to your vision, and when you’re exploring the other side where you were might have changed. Dogmatism sucks and I’m far more interested in the perspectives of animals wandering on the forest floor, than of people in planes, thinking their God, trying to know what is going on beneath the trees.

Guerilla Ontology

We live in a built Reality, comprised of cultures, ideologies, religions, roads, towns, cities, farms, factories, televisions, iPhones, pornography, Alex Jones, badger traps and other technologies that keep us psychically and bodily at a distance from what is Real. What is Real is pre-linguistic and ineffable – so kind of mystical, but not spiritual – which means talking about it is ultimately absurd(, but fuck it, why not be absurd?). My instinct is that what is pre-linguistically Real includes basically all of what we’d call wildlife and my desire is to see the Reality that violates what is Real (to sustain its existence) deconstructed and destroyed; to allow wildlife to do what its gonna do without coercion or control.

Eco-anarchist praxis is then the deconstruction and destruction of Realities – which includes way more than what many green/primitivist anarchists are talking about/discussing/doing. This Reality (that is one and many, and is getting increasingly totalitarian) is often called History – as it is the machine that History has built (and is) – which extends into the future exponentially.


We’re doomed, existentially always were, but fuck it, let’s do shit anyway! Every creature that has struggled to live through any extinction event has done so out of will-to-life, will-to-power and an absurd refusal to give up. You were always gonna die at the end of your life, so why not live right now?

Loving Badgers

I have an instinctive desire for authentic experience and a love of living beings. I can conceive of no moral justifications for anyone to do anything, but my experience of love and sense of empathy towards others leads me to believe that the best way to affect people, so as to encourage rewilding and wild rebellion, is to dance with what you love and be openly in revolt and revulsion against what you hate. I don’t believe that people are going to find relationships with their animality, or the living world that they are Extensions of, through the highly rational choreographies of primitivists (alone), or will seek to attack this culture out of anarchist inspired hatred for it (alone). Without falling in love (collapsing into a wild confusing abyss), there is only a reductive, rational, Reality being built.

Becoming Animal

The machine Reality is a product of humanisation, so I am dehumanising myself and attempting to dehumanise the world (or at least as much of the world that I am able to affect). Becoming animal is weird, difficult, can appear pretentious (but fuck all societal expectations of modesty) and is similar to what Stirner, Nietzsche and Diogenes were talking about, but is not the same – as species is a humanised category, every animal is different and unique, so this is an individualist process and no one can tell you how to do it.

Radical (fucking) Monism

Everything is fucking One (which is plural). There is One of me and you, and we are One of One, which is One with One – but there’s no numbers, so One is Nothing and no-Thing. There is no salvation or anywhere else to go to. Everything that is created is destroyed and destruction allows creation. You are the world you want to affect and the world affect you is you.


While I don’t advocate revolutions, I’d dance with Emma Goldman any day!

Why rebel if it weren’t fun? Why are most radicals so radically boring, with their serious-real(ity)ist scowls? It’s always been a giant cosmic joke, with your death as the punchline (only to find you’ve not escaped and are still here, but different); so have a sense of fun!

Why can’t nihilists give free hugs, just out of a desire to do it? Why shouldn’t eco-anarchist attacks also be games? Why do revolutionary work, if it just extends the machine of work?

Radical environmentalism and anarchist thought is tragically lacking in comedy, ridiculousness and absurdity.

Why would anyone read your manifesto, if it has no poetry?

(This might not be an explicit theme, but has certainly been an undercurrent to my approach).


Leftists, you might not be as crappy as the right (in some aspects), but you’re still dickheads! Only evangelicals like evangelicals. Quit trying to coerce everything to fit your narrative! Shhhhhhhh.

Deal With Monsters

There are no safe spaces and you’re only safe when you’re dead. The world is dangerous, so if we’re going to Be-in-the-world we are choosing to engage with endangered living beings and dangerous machines.

I don’t believe in avoidance, and am convinced that honesty and integrity are more powerful than moral platitudes or gang mentality.

There is nowhere to runaway to, so why try to?


With my revolt against History, I prefer the actions of individuals and groups, such as Hunt Saboteurs, ELF, ALF, Post-Situationists and others who do not wait for the right “Time”, but practice immediatism, by fighting right here, right now. Revolutionaries can sit and wait all they want, but the future never gets here,

What Julian Langer is talking about will be different alway, because the world is always different, we are always different and they are always different. But those are some persistent themes within my thoughts and writings.

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