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“Since the day I was born, the world had told me I must accept whatever woth men assign me. And maybe, despite my nonstop rebellion, I did. They told me to choose between accepting their doctrine or dying, and I did. I chose death. It was the surrender that made me fearless.”
― Iron Widow
― Iron Widow
“I walk through our front door, give it a good slam, and wait for a reaction. All I get is a house full of indifference.”
― Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe
― Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe
“It speaks to the very nature of our domestication that we only choose resistance so long as it feels like something we can win.”
― Blessed is the Flame: An Introduction to Concentration Camp Resistance and Anarcho-Nihilism
― Blessed is the Flame: An Introduction to Concentration Camp Resistance and Anarcho-Nihilism
“Why were rebellion and maturity continually represented as incompatible? [...] Because if rebellion is the dominion of the young, it is presented as something you should grow out of. Because a mature rebel is harder to dismiss. Because framing adulthood as synonymous with passive conformity excuses adults from an engaged notion of civic ethics, hooks them into compensatory consumption, and provides the young with a reason not to listen.”
― Adult Fantasy: Searching for True Maturity in an Age of Mortgages, Marriages, and Other Adult Milestones
― Adult Fantasy: Searching for True Maturity in an Age of Mortgages, Marriages, and Other Adult Milestones
“As a result of being propagated into a toxic way of life, the act of breaking from that life has been a rite of passage taken by those who wish to listen deep for their authentic self.”
― Drive Through the Night
― Drive Through the Night
“Second, you should know that if you choose to be a tyrant, you are conscripting yourself to a life of paranoia and isolation. Your reign will be defined by treachery, rebellion, and terror of your own dwindling faculties. I have conducted a survey of history and found that the most common causes of death among dictators are beheading, dismembering, disemboweling, hanging, and poisoning. Have you never wondered why the bullies of the past are always anemic, impotent, depraved, incestuous, deformed bedwetters? It's because their obituaries were written by their victims, written by the very men and women who pulled down their pants and chopped off their heads. So shall it be for you. You will live in fear, die in violence, and your name will be scorned for generations. Ruminate upon your fate young man, that is all I have to say to you.”
― The Fall of Babel
― The Fall of Babel
“Living for the Approval Rating
Of Hypocrites and Tools
Makes one an Honorary Member of Fools”
― A Candid Aim
Of Hypocrites and Tools
Makes one an Honorary Member of Fools”
― A Candid Aim
“Near Fort Jackson, South Carolina, the first "GI coffeehouse" was set up, a place where soldiers could get coffee and doughnuts, find antiwar literature, and talk freely with others. It was called the UFO, and lasted for several years before it was declared a "public nuisance" and closed by court action. But other GI coffeehouses sprang up in half a dozen other places across the country. An antiwar "bookstore" was opened near Fort Devens, Massachusetts, and another one at the Newport, Rhode Island, naval base.
Underground newspapers sprang up at military bases across the country; by 1970 more than fifty were circulating. Among them: About Face in Los Angeles; Fed Up! in Tacoma, Washington; Short Times
at Fort Jackson; Vietnam GI in Chicago; Grafiti in Heidelberg, Germany; Bragg Briefs in North Carolina; Last Harass at Fort Gordon, Georgia; Helping Hand at Mountain Home Air Base, Idaho. These newspapers printed antiwar articles, gave news about the harassment of GIs and practical advice on the legal rights of servicemen, told how to resist military domination.”
― A People’s History of the United States: 1492 - Present
Underground newspapers sprang up at military bases across the country; by 1970 more than fifty were circulating. Among them: About Face in Los Angeles; Fed Up! in Tacoma, Washington; Short Times
at Fort Jackson; Vietnam GI in Chicago; Grafiti in Heidelberg, Germany; Bragg Briefs in North Carolina; Last Harass at Fort Gordon, Georgia; Helping Hand at Mountain Home Air Base, Idaho. These newspapers printed antiwar articles, gave news about the harassment of GIs and practical advice on the legal rights of servicemen, told how to resist military domination.”
― A People’s History of the United States: 1492 - Present
“I’m a rebel in the game of chance
I have learned to enjoy the spiritual dance
I have yearned to speak the language of truth
I have the power to inspire our youth”
― A Candid Aim
I have learned to enjoy the spiritual dance
I have yearned to speak the language of truth
I have the power to inspire our youth”
― A Candid Aim
“His mind drifted oddly. . . .
. . . Hard to imagine what moment would be right for a rebellion against so powerful an adversary as an immortal dictator. The group in Jorgia might delay their action too long; he couldn’t wait.
Marin frowned sleepily. “Did I think that?” He had not ever before even considered rebellion. And what was that about a Jorgian group? Could it be that, just for an instant, here at the edge of sleep, a Trask plan had slipped through to his consciousness? But why rebellion? It didn’t fit. A man who could shift his awareness and his identity from one body to another didn’t need revolutions. Besides, it would be impossible.
The group idea, combined with free enterprise, and pregnant with great ideas, was just beginning to take hold. Like a giant, it strode over the land, crushing all resistance and simultaneously inspiring hope. At such moments men did not listen easily to voices that warned against faraway disaster or urged the possibility of even greater creativity.
Again his mind wandered. If they don’t act, he thought, I’ll have to act on my own.
He felt relieved that he hadn’t told anyone of his invention. And so, all by himself, he was able to act—on the greatest scale.
Marin slept uneasily, and his dreams were vague yet purposeful. He seemed to be permeated with secret plans that were not his own.”
― The Mind Cage
. . . Hard to imagine what moment would be right for a rebellion against so powerful an adversary as an immortal dictator. The group in Jorgia might delay their action too long; he couldn’t wait.
Marin frowned sleepily. “Did I think that?” He had not ever before even considered rebellion. And what was that about a Jorgian group? Could it be that, just for an instant, here at the edge of sleep, a Trask plan had slipped through to his consciousness? But why rebellion? It didn’t fit. A man who could shift his awareness and his identity from one body to another didn’t need revolutions. Besides, it would be impossible.
The group idea, combined with free enterprise, and pregnant with great ideas, was just beginning to take hold. Like a giant, it strode over the land, crushing all resistance and simultaneously inspiring hope. At such moments men did not listen easily to voices that warned against faraway disaster or urged the possibility of even greater creativity.
Again his mind wandered. If they don’t act, he thought, I’ll have to act on my own.
He felt relieved that he hadn’t told anyone of his invention. And so, all by himself, he was able to act—on the greatest scale.
Marin slept uneasily, and his dreams were vague yet purposeful. He seemed to be permeated with secret plans that were not his own.”
― The Mind Cage
“Comportarmi male è molto più divertente che obbedire alle regole imposte da chi non merita obbedienza.”
― Tu che avanzi nel buio della notte
― Tu che avanzi nel buio della notte
“Muriel tossed the earbud away. An identical thought surged through the group: I’m not going to die with somebody yacking in my ear.”
― A Pause in the Perpetual Rotation
― A Pause in the Perpetual Rotation
“Now!’ Marvin interjected. ‘You must all be wondering why I invited you here. Well, you know why you’re here, Arthur; and I assume you’ve explained a little about the club to our members—’
‘We’re looking at alternative truths, right?’ Bedivere asked. ‘The darker side to Britain, and all that.’
‘Yes, yes, Bedivere, we shall cover that. We shall look at Europe, why we left and why ultimately the EU was disbanded; we shall look at the tragic situation in the United States, and we shall look at the abandonment of the Commonwealth states and the blight of Indonesia. But as well as that we shall also be looking closer to home, at our own histories, and I use the plural intentionally; at the rising rebels in the old Celtic countries, at the redefinition of New National Britain’s borders, and at our absolute ruler himself, George Milton, who thus far has used all his electoral power to claw hold of democratic immunity, whose Party has long since been a change-hand, change-face game of musical chairs with the same policies and people from one party to the next. This brings me to my former point of why I invited you here: because I believe that you three are the smartest, the most open, the most questioning, and that you will benefit most from hearing things from an alternative viewpoint—not always my own, and not always comfortable—that the three of you may one day take what you have learned here and remember it when the world darkens, and this country truly forgets that which it once was.’
There was a deep silence. Even Arthur, who was used to Marvin’s tangential speeches, was momentarily confounded, and in the quiet that followed he observed Bedivere to see what he thought of this side to their teacher. His eyes then slipped to Morgan, and he was surprised to find that she was transfixed.
‘But I must stress to all of you, it is my job at risk in doing this, my life at stake. So when you speak of this, speak only amongst yourselves, and tell no one what it is we discuss here. Understood?’
There was a series of dumbstruck nods of consent. Bedivere cleared his throat with a small cough.
‘And here I thought this was just going to be an extra-curricular history club,’ he joked.”
―
‘We’re looking at alternative truths, right?’ Bedivere asked. ‘The darker side to Britain, and all that.’
‘Yes, yes, Bedivere, we shall cover that. We shall look at Europe, why we left and why ultimately the EU was disbanded; we shall look at the tragic situation in the United States, and we shall look at the abandonment of the Commonwealth states and the blight of Indonesia. But as well as that we shall also be looking closer to home, at our own histories, and I use the plural intentionally; at the rising rebels in the old Celtic countries, at the redefinition of New National Britain’s borders, and at our absolute ruler himself, George Milton, who thus far has used all his electoral power to claw hold of democratic immunity, whose Party has long since been a change-hand, change-face game of musical chairs with the same policies and people from one party to the next. This brings me to my former point of why I invited you here: because I believe that you three are the smartest, the most open, the most questioning, and that you will benefit most from hearing things from an alternative viewpoint—not always my own, and not always comfortable—that the three of you may one day take what you have learned here and remember it when the world darkens, and this country truly forgets that which it once was.’
There was a deep silence. Even Arthur, who was used to Marvin’s tangential speeches, was momentarily confounded, and in the quiet that followed he observed Bedivere to see what he thought of this side to their teacher. His eyes then slipped to Morgan, and he was surprised to find that she was transfixed.
‘But I must stress to all of you, it is my job at risk in doing this, my life at stake. So when you speak of this, speak only amongst yourselves, and tell no one what it is we discuss here. Understood?’
There was a series of dumbstruck nods of consent. Bedivere cleared his throat with a small cough.
‘And here I thought this was just going to be an extra-curricular history club,’ he joked.”
―
“You would argue that we’re not a parasitic life form?’ Arthur challenged. Morgan seemed wounded.
‘Do you think I’m parasitic, Arthur?’ asked Bedivere, his eyebrows raised.
‘No, but—’
‘How about Gwen?’ he added, teasing.
‘Of course not, I didn’t say that the individual is parasitic, just our current way of life. Consumerism is destroying the planet. No, it has destroyed the planet. Why do you think half the world has starved to death? There’s not enough left to support everyone.’
‘Says who?’ Morgan snapped.
‘Says common sense.’ He could feel the wine loosening his tongue. ‘People are lying when they say things aren’t that bad. What do you think all those wars were for? We were all just fighting over who got to eat the last éclair.’
Marvin’s stomach growled, and he awkwardly cleared his throat.”
―
‘Do you think I’m parasitic, Arthur?’ asked Bedivere, his eyebrows raised.
‘No, but—’
‘How about Gwen?’ he added, teasing.
‘Of course not, I didn’t say that the individual is parasitic, just our current way of life. Consumerism is destroying the planet. No, it has destroyed the planet. Why do you think half the world has starved to death? There’s not enough left to support everyone.’
‘Says who?’ Morgan snapped.
‘Says common sense.’ He could feel the wine loosening his tongue. ‘People are lying when they say things aren’t that bad. What do you think all those wars were for? We were all just fighting over who got to eat the last éclair.’
Marvin’s stomach growled, and he awkwardly cleared his throat.”
―
“To chase a pretty story felt like foolishness when scraping by was hard enough, and the towering cliffs jutting up from the lowland presented another deadly discouragement. People told themselves that their lives were as good as they could ever be.”
― The Hidden King
― The Hidden King
“If you wanna rebel, rebel out of responsibility, not recklessness – rebel out of accountability, not impulse.”
― The Gentalist: There's No Social Work, Only Family Work
― The Gentalist: There's No Social Work, Only Family Work
“There is elegance in your truth
There is a rhyme to your youth
There is a secret that keeps you whole
There is an essence to your goal
When you move your head to the side
It is because there are rules
That you don’t wish to abide
You know how to make them fall
You know how to deck the hall
With desires that move through your veins Chasing after plans and their styles
You want the moment to last forever
A scrapbook of your soul and its smiles”
― A Maniac Did
There is a rhyme to your youth
There is a secret that keeps you whole
There is an essence to your goal
When you move your head to the side
It is because there are rules
That you don’t wish to abide
You know how to make them fall
You know how to deck the hall
With desires that move through your veins Chasing after plans and their styles
You want the moment to last forever
A scrapbook of your soul and its smiles”
― A Maniac Did
“There is elegance in your truth
There is a rhyme to your youth
There is a secret that keeps you whole
There is an essence to your goal
When you move your head to the side
It is because there are rules
That you don’t wish to abide
You know how to make them fall
You know how to deck the hall
With desires that move through your veins
Chasing after plans and their styles
You want the moment to last forever
A scrapbook of your soul and its smiles”
―
There is a rhyme to your youth
There is a secret that keeps you whole
There is an essence to your goal
When you move your head to the side
It is because there are rules
That you don’t wish to abide
You know how to make them fall
You know how to deck the hall
With desires that move through your veins
Chasing after plans and their styles
You want the moment to last forever
A scrapbook of your soul and its smiles”
―
“I am a believer in justice
I am a supporter of chance
I know how people turn myths
Into facts that learn to dance”
― A Maniac Did
I am a supporter of chance
I know how people turn myths
Into facts that learn to dance”
― A Maniac Did
“if perceptions are an experiment,
then why do we always lament
that a fool unkindly proclaimed our visible flaws?
when did we start making these laws?
for whom do we play this act
and when did we introduce such a pact
are we so hopelessly vain
to see that we have nothing to gain
we are just bystanders to our own lives
our instincts urge us to take nosedives
into the dimensions of our inner bliss
where we do not have to hiss
we seem to be thoroughly convinced
that if we acted as ourselves, we would be minced
when did living the truth become so ugly
held prisoner by mental chains, our ego smugly
i shall not honor this unspoken code
i will not walk down the beaten road
you may ridicule me, you may even condemn
but you will not sew my hem!”
― A Candid Aim
then why do we always lament
that a fool unkindly proclaimed our visible flaws?
when did we start making these laws?
for whom do we play this act
and when did we introduce such a pact
are we so hopelessly vain
to see that we have nothing to gain
we are just bystanders to our own lives
our instincts urge us to take nosedives
into the dimensions of our inner bliss
where we do not have to hiss
we seem to be thoroughly convinced
that if we acted as ourselves, we would be minced
when did living the truth become so ugly
held prisoner by mental chains, our ego smugly
i shall not honor this unspoken code
i will not walk down the beaten road
you may ridicule me, you may even condemn
but you will not sew my hem!”
― A Candid Aim
“not everything i think or feel
is going to be socially acceptable
i’m sick of watering things down
making them more digestible
i’ll roll the dice
i’ll take my chances
being politically correct
isn’t my definition of respect
i’ll shout this only once
and you’ll begin to believe
i’ll shout this only today
i’m not what i seem”
― A Candid Aim
is going to be socially acceptable
i’m sick of watering things down
making them more digestible
i’ll roll the dice
i’ll take my chances
being politically correct
isn’t my definition of respect
i’ll shout this only once
and you’ll begin to believe
i’ll shout this only today
i’m not what i seem”
― A Candid Aim
“All rebellions are ordinary and an ultimate bore. They are copied out of the same pattern, one much like another. The driving force is adrenalin addiction and the desire to gain personal power. All rebels are closet aristocrats.”
― God Emperor of Dune
― God Emperor of Dune
“When he turns tyrant, and makes his subjects his prey to devour and destroy, instead of his charge to defend and cherish, we are bound to throw off our allegiance to him (the ruler), and to resist.”
―
―
“Everyone had tried, for centuries now. If the rebellion in Kirkwall proved anything, it was that the middle path allowed everyone to pretend an amicable solution was possible.”
― Asunder
― Asunder
“I want to touch the places others can’t see Defining the future and setting ideas on fire When they question, I show them the golden key
Of a pioneer who walks on a revolutionary wire”
― A Relic From A Time of Heroes
Of a pioneer who walks on a revolutionary wire”
― A Relic From A Time of Heroes
“Hold the power, right in your hand
Feel it more and try to escape
You must trust it, seek to understand
Why its contents are like a forbidden shape
It reveals a volcanic eruption of change
And opportunities that are delightfully strange
So that others witness a new perception
Seeing that every rule has an exception”
― A Relic From A Time of Heroes
Feel it more and try to escape
You must trust it, seek to understand
Why its contents are like a forbidden shape
It reveals a volcanic eruption of change
And opportunities that are delightfully strange
So that others witness a new perception
Seeing that every rule has an exception”
― A Relic From A Time of Heroes
“Black metal has entered a new age, and this age is one of violent rebellion.”
― Black Metal Rainbows
― Black Metal Rainbows
“Everyone is possessed, at times, with the desire to rebel. Man has refused to live in a primitive state of nature, which is why angels drive ambulances and gather up other angels who have been broken in half.”
― Mr. Kafka and Other Tales from the Time of the Cult
― Mr. Kafka and Other Tales from the Time of the Cult
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