This is what happens when you get old

Further to Black Freighter piece on Platform vs Syndicalism:

The purpose of the piece was to try to draw out a practical approach to class struggle based on what actually got Spanish anarchists to the point where they even had the problem of compromising principles by joining governments at all.

I made a point of confessing ignorance in the first thing I said, precisely with a view to trying to avoid a bulldozing. Personally, I have no gas to focus for any sustained amount of time on anything, truth be told. This is what happens when you get old. And also after enough bulldozing already to catch you a dose of the majestic, the sublime, the Complex PTSD. I’m also mostly ignorant of life outside of a dissociation hole, what do you want.

Anarchists have to fight the rest of the political spectrum simultaneously as the only non-statist option that includes the abolition of hierarchical constraint along with the primitive magical thinking and fetishism of the commodity-form.

Where’s the gas for that. And then you need it for articles of bad faith you find out about inadvertently.

You get old. You get tired. The structurally violent ritually degrade and humiliate as they shit down your throat. The world loses the enchanting halo it once had, and you wonder how long it will be before you even forget there was a difference. You get stomped out of the gates and work your way out of a dissociation hole, only to have the world that put you into it in the first place get mad that you’re out of it. The incapacitated positively a freakshow and ideologically nonconformist faggot should know its place. You slowly but surely are re-acquainted with it; it’s a mutual obligation you know. Get back in your hole.

This is what happens when you get old, apparently. Any community has no case to answer failing ever to integrate and settle anyone into society on any level, like from about midway through primary school onwards. Some people make bad choices because they don’t want to belong anywhere or enjoy agency in life badly enough, and that’s why they’re undeserving.

Where’s the gas for bad faith. This is what happens when you get old.

Class Autonomy runs on Australian government welfare payments and solidarity loans when you need economies of scale. It started as an experiment amidst having a lot of time on one’s hands, and for a while grew into a collective of excommunicated Wobs trying to get motivated to write.

It bears taking pause to mention at this time that I personally am the worst person who has ever existed in all of human history. I’m not even middle management, and yet here we are. How do I do it. Class Autonomy lurches on somehow.

Imagine you’re working steadily as a research assistant under increasingly technocratic and authoritarian neoliberalism. Imagine you win a scholarship to research the ideological history of encircling ecocide.

Imagine you start noticing you can’t make endless growth work on a finite planet, and that class hierarchies have to reverse the burden of proof on power to justify itself to the individual to be excused as part of the natural order of things.

Like isn’t that reconstructing harm as beneficial to the victim’s own best interests.

Imagine somehow you wind up completely out on your arse. From everything. Imagine you have to give up a scholarship, a major win for such a major rat race loser, because it’s either that or your CPTSD repair because Paul James is medicalising your trauma responses to his pathological bullbusting and control tactics to paint you as a crazy for not worshipping the ground he walks on with the requisite level of awe, and WSU are happy to enable him.

Imagine you get zero solidarity for that because what passes for the Australian left means that academia crosses over with the entryists who purged you from the IWW, and they make sure you’re starved of care as punishment for being in their collective way so. They sure as shit make sure you’re starved of class solidarity or any redress or remedy for harms done. Who needs an ethical core when we can fall back on the judgemental moralism of the middle classes I always say.

Before you do get one iota of solidarity on any of those counts, explain why you were making all those retard noises commenting on things you clearly knew nothing about after admitting not knowing about them, and then going on to talk about revolutionary gymnastics, and using the process of defending rights and responsibilities and advancing interests around the rate of exploitation and such to develop a collective revolutionary intellectual praxis and practical discipline. Just don’t join the government or have Stalin stabbing you in the back next time.

Say whatever you want, say Class Autonomy is OBVIOUSLY someone with a lot of time on their hands. Say it’s run by some nut running a personal vendetta on account of being completely out of touch with himself and making it everyone else’s problem. Take issue with something that turns up on the site. Just send it in to Class Autonomy first, in good faith. Fuck knows the rest of class struggle praxis in this country at least seems to involve talking around and about deviants and freakshows, actually to our moral lessers not so much. Why do moral lessers hate the left?

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