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by Rachel Haywire


  gave us the il usion that everyone was accepting of our kind.

  She tried getting us to live among the homo inferior once again, attempting to exile us from this nation. She claimed that our echo chambers had silenced our true power.

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  We have her locked up in the chamber now, and there are

  no visiting hours. Anyway, thanks for choosing to upload your brain to Dictator Island. It’s been a pleasure servicing you.

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  the kingdom

  The year is 2021, and the Internet has been divided into thousands of different nation-states. Nations are divided based on subcultural, memetic, and ideological preferences. A young hacker named Zorg has decided to form a nation of neoreactionary cyberpunks.

  Known only as The Kingdom, this nation of misfit hackers seek to eliminate the liberal nation-states from the Internet, leaving nothing but The Kingdom in its wake.

  Will the United Digital Nations crush The Kingdom with its fist of populism, or will Zorg and his gang of counter-revolutionaries prevail?

  In a world where Anonymous represents the State, and the hackers are those who oppose digital globalism, it is often hard to figure out whose side you are on.

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  THERE WERE CERTAIN PEOPLE I asked to

  replace me. Their numbers lined up—a perfect

  factory setting—and I knew I had to get ready for

  the fal . Tonight the children came out of their

  cel s, lights beyond their castles, understanding the meaning of tragedy. For this I asked the children to be patient, and they told me I was just a ghost. Dead, perhaps, yet the movement

  surrounded me.

  I would never go down to those caves where these

  philosophers wandered. I was a rock star against communism,

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  industrial club I had ever attended, and the playa’ was calling to me one last time.

  “Who speaks the final empire?” asked Princess Pixel.

  “My soul, my wonder, my reaction to modern life,” I replied,

  fist pounding in air.

  “However shall you greet me this fine evening?”

  I told Princess Pixel that she was a fake, and that she had no business hanging out on the thrones of the male machines. I

  explained to her why she was a Marxist, a kid-cadet in training, eating her own lies just to stop the brute force of my intellect.

  She told me that we were not having sex that night, and I

  wondered if I was a beta.

  *

  This is not another dystopian story about how a group of

  anarchist punks form a hacker nation. This is a dystopian

  story about what hap- pens when the hacker nation becomes

  a tyranny. I do hope that you’ll enjoy my commands, and I

  welcome you into my kingdom.

  They called me Zorg. I was the top hacker in the guild of the proletariat, sent by the Russian Spies to analyze the patterns of liberalism. They called me Asperger Boy and Trash Can, but I

  called them the lower species. I had the virus to wipe out their entire genotype, and for that I was elected to be on the Council of the Royal Order.

  The Council treated me with respect and dignity, yet

  sometimes I felt they were putting on a show. Picture a circus carnival with a bunch of violent symbols being jammed into a

  young girl’s throat. I was the throat, and for that I maintained a position of detachment. I loved my comrades of the counter-revolution, but I didn’t want to end up in the hashtag pit.

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  I met Princess Pixel when she was fisting some guy at some

  fetish club.

  “He doesn’t understand humanity like I do,” I told her.

  “Prove it,” she replied, her fist twisting down her slave.

  I kicked her slave in the face.

  “I love you,” Princess Pixel told me.

  We decided to move to San Francisco and start an intentional

  living community. From there we began communicating with

  other hackers of the totalitarian mindset. We called ourselves The Kingdom because we were the rulers of a new aristocracy.

  We had tapped onto something quite sinister and beautiful.

  When Princess Pixel told me she was going to blow up the

  Internet, at first I didn’t believe her. I thought it was another joke she was telling, like that gay-friendly cisgender kid in the park.

  When she blew it all up I stood there in awe, wondering if

  we could ever get back to The Kingdom. Pixels burning like the flesh of the old human race, a new era was about to begin. Each wire col apsing, the holocaust of machines did not ask us to

  just ‘click here’ any longer.

  Would we build another Kingdom? Would we repeat the

  entire cycle just to watch it fall again? Simply to observe the phoenix rising through the ashes of another dead civilization?

  I began reconstructing civilization that day. This time I

  wanted to be the phoenix itself, and I wanted The Council to

  treat me with some respect. I had always been Asperger Boy

  and Trash Can, even to them. Technology and its resulting

  liberal epidemic had fallen, so I could now become the master of The Council itself. Sweet reaction to the modern world, it was time for the weak to stop oppressing the strong.

  Then it happened.

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  “Zorg has been reported to The Council,” I heard from the

  sky above.

  It was God speaking, and I was an atheist. Not only that, but it was reporting me to The Council for my thoughts!

  What does one do when God is a telepath? This was like

  Minority Report but for thought crime. It was the day I decided to stop believing in nothing. If wanting to build another

  Kingdom was going to get me in bad with God, I was going to

  have to take some extreme measures.

  I was going to have to kill God.

  The creator was working directly with The Council, and it

  had to end. It was like The Council had been God from the

  beginning. It’s kind of hard to tell now. No Internet to look back to; not even a tiny glimpse of the United Digital Nations and the Kingdom we created to oppose them.

  I still remember how we prayed to those statues of Julian

  Assange like it was yesterday. Me and my gang of counter-

  revolutionary hackers, we never bought the whole thing, but

  we giggled to ourselves because we’d engineered it. It’s Princess Pixel who I still think of most.

  “The United Digital Nations will fall under the rule of our

  Kingdom,” she whispered to me on so many fine nights. We are

  the only dictators left on this liberal Internet of decay.”

  She would take off her clothes and do an impression of the

  Kali Yuga, like only Princes Pixel could. It was so degenerate, but it was like a statement against degeneracy at the same time.

  She had stopped my West from dying, simply by killing it in

  the right way.

  Of course she’s gone now, along with the dust of the Internet she blew up, probably terrorizing the dead children who killed themselves because of her memes. Her memory speaks to me,

  but I know that she is merely another rune of liberalism.

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  The Council is working directly with the God that I must

  kil . It’s just another day here in Trash Can land.

  My name is Zorg, and this is my manifesto.

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  guy fawkes was a monarchist

  PUNKS SIT ON THE s
treet corner as they raly

  against democracy. They talk about the new

  reaction rather than the new revolution. They are

  ready to stomp down on the ruins of the progressive

  establishment. They are ready to stop the “revolution” from

  destroying their sense of identity. They are ready to stop the social justice media from taking over the airwaves. They don’t forgive, and they certainly don’t forget.

  Guy Fawkes was a monarchist. Everybody knows this now,

  but that doesn’t stop them from wearing Guy Fawkes masks as

  a symbol of progressive rebellion. “No free speech for fascists!”

  they chant. But Guy Fawkes was a reactionary, something

  often equated with fascism. While many of the kids wearing

  the masks would have called for Fawkes to be hung before the

  State, not all kids wearing the masks feel the same.

  In fact, it seems like the digital underground has drifted

  increasingly Right-ward. They now think that those who

  comprise “the 99%” are the rebellious shitlords and trol s who are sick of the feminist empire. They used to think that the

  99% represented those of us without massive piles of money,

  fighting against those of us who did.

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  Yet they were all wrong. Every last one of them was wrong.

  The 99% is the slave class, and the slave class is the homo inferior. Take note, because this 1% nation stuff is multicultural.

  The 1% is fighting back, and this has nothing to do with

  economics. The 1% is full of leaders who have had enough of this plastic democracy. A slave is a slave, and we don’t need any more slavery.

  So why not get rid of the 99%? Get rid of the homo inferior class, that class which Nietzsche so affectionately termed “the Untermensch.” Why not eliminate it? Eliminate the mindless followers. The rabble. The slaves. The obedient, docile

  humanists. Do we real y need them anymore? I think it’s time

  to show them the door in the name of free speech, as this is

  what the masses have claimed is the key to proper management.

  Guy Fawkes was a monarchist. He didn’t sit around waiting

  for digital counter-revolutionaries to join his personal army.

  No, he took charge on his own, directly against the State of

  England. People respected him because he was a powerful

  figure who was both a radical and a reactionary. He was a

  monarch fighting against the current monarch. Fawkes was

  pretty hardcore until he was used by the Progress Police, yet I think we can bring him back to life here.

  So why not wear the mask? Join the 1% of counter-

  revolutionary digital radicals. Put on that mask, and agree to smash the state of liberal decay. You can wear the mask, you

  know. It’s not going to give you cancer. You should wear the mask.

  I will see you in the streets, among others like myself,

  marching to represent the 1% of psychic warriors. We will know each other by the memes we understand, the philosophers

  we’ve read, the books we’ve written, the websites we’ve posted to. We will chant, on the darkest night, side by side: “Death to the idiocracy! Death to the 99%!”

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  part v:

  psychic empire

  what’s so bad about cosmopolitanism?

  “Nobody is equal to anybody. Even the same man is not equal to himself on different days.” -Thomas Sowel

  COSMOPOLITANISM WASN’T ALWAYS such

  downfall material. Traveling the world and

  learning about other cultures was a good thing,

  as was allowing oneself to get out of their nation

  and explore new territories and empires. Becoming aware of

  a world in which various ethnicities flourished and advanced

  differently, people saw the true beauty of diversity as each

  race of snowflakes shined. The concept of egalitarianism was

  reserved for a moral framework.

  According to Wikipedia, cosmopolitanism is now

  considered to be “the ideology that all human ethnic groups

  belong to a single community based on a shared morality.”

  How did we get here, and what are the consequences?

  Greek philosopher (and professional badass) Diogenes

  of Sinope was credited with the first known use of the word

  “cosmopolitan.” A founder of Cynicism who described himself

  as a citizen of the world, he had little clue of what was about to transpire. He was one of the first hipsters, as he completely 75

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  rejected the idea of identitypolitik. He was a citizen of the world, goddammit, and viewed nationalism as a tool for the

  unenlightened. Going from one tribe to another in order to

  “find himself,” he quickly realized that all nations were equal y dogmatic in their cultural boxes.

  Yet this did not make them equal in a moral or scientific

  sense.

  To state that all nations share a common morality has become

  deceptive at best, but the very fabric of cosmopolitanism now depends on this. The right-wing bogeyman of Cultural Marxism

  comes to mind, as a new monoculture in which everyone who

  thinks exactly the same way takes dominance, and political

  correctness rules with an iron first in a velvet glove made of 100% organic material. The study of genetic differences among various ethnic groups was once considered to be a progressive act, exploring the human biodiversity rainbow room. Now?

  Don’t even go there, girlfriend!

  In Somalia, female genital mutilation is considered to be

  the norm. While this is not considered to be a moral act in

  most other countries, it is considered to be an integral part of Somalian culture. Many would consider it immoral to go

  against their private cultural practices and traditions, but

  others would consider it immoral not to nuke-the-living-fuck-

  out-of-them. If we are to believe Wikipedia, we are to believe that morality is equal in both Somalia and France. Charlie

  Hebdo does not approve, and cosmopolitanism is not just a

  magazine in Egypt.

  When infamous crypto-reactionary Derrida was asked to

  summarize cosmopolitanism, he stated that “you should of

  course welcome the stranger, the foreigner, to the extent that he is a citizen of another country, but that you grant him the right to visit and not to stay.” Such bigotry and much racism, 76

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  but I digress. Derrida was against Cultural Marxism because

  he considered it to be limited. Ral ying against the SJW empire of yesterday, he dreamed of a world in which monoculture was

  not the prominent vice of the peasant.

  What Derrida didn’t realize was that monoculture was more

  than a vice for the lowly workers, who sought to travel the

  lands of Babylon and Babylon 2.0 in order to find themselves

  in this global empire of identitypolitik. Exploring the worlds of art and music, they cared little for political correctness and everything for the higher attainment of knowledge. There was

  nothing wrong with cosmopolitanism at its root. It was pure

  neophilia, and who didn’t grow up reading Robert Anton

  Wilson?

  According to Paul Kriwaczed in “Babylon: Mesopotamia

  and the Birth of Civilization,” Babylon was the most famous,

  notorious, splendid, and admired city of antiquity. He observed that we were forced to rely on our account of early Babylonian history for oblique hints and incidental references by others.

  Setting th
e blueprint for the cycle of revolution/reaction/

  restoration, Babylon became a metaphor in both Historical

  circles and the Thelemic tradition.

  It can now be said that Babylon is always rising and falling, whether referred to as Rome or The Goddess. Yet its origins

  were in Mesopotamia, where cosmopolitanism was simply

  a mode of discovery and exploration. When we think of

  cosmopolitanism now, we do not think of a vagabond spirit

  in which man is the seeker of a higher terrestrial knowledge.

  Instead, we think of Harvard and Cambridge, and an obnoxious

  attitude of “worldliness” that elevates one above the common

  American neckbeard.

  Babylon has fallen again, but it wants you to know that it’s

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  white genocide, but simply to discover music that is not Justin Bieber. Perhaps it is looking to rise into an empire of higher awareness, in which egalitarianism is discarded along with

  artists such as Banksy. The tides are turning, and the currents are finding more than a basic answer of 93. That being said, one should always do thy wil .

  Cosmopolitanism can be snobby, but then again so was

  Diogenes of Sinope, and isn’t that what made Stoicism so biting?

  Can we adapt his Cynicism without being labeled as Cultural

  Marxists? I believe that we can, because I see a world in which the restoration will not be televised. After al , television is for the weak, and nobody likes an untermensch.

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  the new age roots of leftism

  AS AN ADULT, THE first time I was exposed to

  conservative views I considered them to be too

  negative. I had an aesthetic problem with them, as they

  seemed to represent doom and gloom. It didn’t later occur to me that I had been subject to a bit of new age brainwashing. Was I objecting to the views or the way that the views made me feel?

  I once met a woman who said that she defined “triggering”

  as anything that gave her “bad vibes.” This was when it hit me.

  We live in a progressive society, and expressing “negative ideas”

  hurts everyone around you. People don’t want to hear about

 

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