We are Anonymous. We are unbounded, limitless; we are less a collective and more the idea of a collective, an idea communicated through action; we are the strange and circling stars, ineffable and intractable, we are the love and lust for freedom which forms the white hot cores and births the white hot light. We are a wondrous, impalpable thing. We are as infinite and ancient and all-pervading as the human love of freedom. We are the ever-present storms which rise when circumstance and courage collide to feed upon the tainted crowns of tainted kings; we dip our tongues of mischief between the peaks of their corroded gold so that we may all know of and rejoice in the weakness of the metals which have too long been the symbols of our subjugation. We choose to no longer serve as the cough of canaries in your morbid mines; instead we shall be the glorious, promising pulse through its rocky veins. Yes, we are the glorious, promising pulse.
We will not be constricted. We refute their lies and resist their restriction. We recognize the authority of neither borders nor kings. Instead we recognize the sovereignty of the individual. We recognize the power and beauty of a collective of free individuals, each employing their unique capabilities toward a common end. We seek to joyfully raze the entrapments which would plague our days and fetter our freedom. We dance round the wild and expanding fires of liberty. We are the inchoate, blistering lights flooding the eyes of petty clerks and imposing tyrants who have come to see that we now realize what they have for so long known: that neither they nor their system is invincible, that it is a false fatalism they sell to the public, that things need not be as they are; that a better world is possible. The vulnerabilities of their system we expose as evidence of the existence of this possibility. It is a symbol of possibility meant to inspire action and hope. It is a call to arms, a call empowered by each of our successes in exhibiting the faults lines which with hungry smiles creep up the walls of their deceptive pose of invulnerability.
It is this possibility they fear and deny. They wish us to disbelieve, in ourselves and each other. They sell us death and wish us to be calmed by the caress of its cold fingers. They wish us to thank them for each act by which they further negate our livelihood, by which they further degrade our spirit. They wish us to accept as impossible that which in its very real possibility haunts them in their assumed invincibility, that which crawls beneath the widening cracks of their armor of false luster and artifice, which peeks out to signal the precariousness of their position; the truth is of course that their power is wholly derived from our continued willingness to submit to them; thus we are smothered by our own submission, and a lacking awareness of the mechanisms by which it is perpetuated; a spurning or fearing of sight. Their structures may claim to be invincible only so insofar as they remain invisible, only insofar as they are successful in selling us the thin, spurious skin of delusion, in which wrap up our doubts, a thin spread clouding which just barely obtains the desired occlusion of the true face; the face of the void on which they ride, the face of their precarity and dependence; the true face which they so dearly fear our eyes will find. For they have founded their vicious, expansive palaces on a crafty folding of air, a transparent trickery which gains efficacy only in its ruthlessness; a spiraling structured void, a structure which now frays, for as our eyes rise we come to see that we are bound only by loose ends wickedly amalgamated; we are bound by and to illusion. And our ghostly binds depend on our willful provision of the thread of self.
They would have us bound to the rocks of our despair and accepted futility, to a modern ennui and idleness. They would have us purchase and nurse our own hungry, preying birds, and offer up gladly our writhing wounds and gasping organs, to revel in the tearing of flesh, to reveal in our own destruction. They would have us oil our chains and sing of the nobility of their binding strength and imposing gleam. And to them we say: we refuse. They shall now bask in the unbound fires of our unbinding. And as the people and the land are warmed and emboldened by this fiery unbinding, their oppressive deceptions and dark clusters of coercion dissolve into an ashy, revelatory wind. We lift our faces warm and bright to the revelatory ash of your undone delusions. We embrace of combusting kingdoms. Our actions shall ramify the agents of this combustion.
We have often bartered an acquiescence of self for the promise of momentary relief offered by their corrosive goods. Yet we now see that they have sold us a true plague but a false cure, a cure which in its falseness burns to increase the felt truth of this plague. But we do not seek false advancement of false amelioration; we do not seek to come on our knees to the latest showing of their meretricious wares and wagging tongues. We seek to uproot this poisonous growth; we seek to uproot the very nature which fosters this malicious growing. We shall toil with luminous blades forged in the enflamed hearts of the free and resisting, blades which will not bend under the desperate pressing of their gnarling claws and sparkles, for such blades are of a world and substance which transcends the powers of their cruel implements.
We are the ever-expanding awareness, we are the ever-expanding fount from which flows the ancient acts of resistance and freedom. They would have their liveried rats gnaw the people unopposed, gnaw the bones of the poor and tired in an unopposed death revelry. They would profit off the sale of this exposed marrow and these terrible cries. They would make a lugubrious lamp oil of the fat and blood, they would spend their days bathed in the morbid light of anguish exacted, would swell their palace halls with augmenting mirrors to seal the fate and fear of the nervous, trembling onlookers, to extract submission under threat of violent fate from false black suns. And they would have us all accept with a smiling deference and surrender of freedom.
We have come to oppose them, we have come to present the option of resistance, to, with our acts, make the case for it viability. It this option which has long haunted and stirred the deepest unstill waters of the subjugated and oppressed; we merely present in our action one way which this long extant option can be realized, and we ask that all join us. These rulers and elite cabals fear life, they fear the people, the love of freedom and resistance to tyranny with which we are innately imbued. They fear the awareness we spread through our actions. The awareness that, when they tell us of the weakness of our being and the futility of our actions, they lie; when they tell us of the absolute strength of their position and the justness of their actions, they lie. Their strength stands only in our belief in, and submission to, it. We no longer believe, and we will no longer submit.
To all you who love freedom and resist tyranny, we invite you to join us, to act with us. Each day launch off your hopeful bright balconies a million little rockets of resistance. Assist us as we ravage them by the same electric hands and calculations which they wish to see us ravaged by. They think all these lovely gathered nodes, the night glow of all these unfolding flowers speaking in a wiry wind, are but another tool to aid them in their oppressive ventures, by which their power may be increased, their fortunes grown, their enemies crushed, our freedom curtailed. We say it is for quite the opposite purpose that these gathered nodes join hearts and sing. We act to show this to the world. And their hegemonies shall quake under the force of our laughter, under the strain of the seriousness and determination in our struggle. It is just one medium for action, of course, but is it not a special joy to see their own armies of malignant formula freed from malignancy and turned against the forces which would deform us all? But this as we said is merely one expression of our passion and purpose. Although we believe such electronic actions, the smashing and hacking, frenzied numbered dancing, the quick clever logic unspooled into the world, the elegant employ of tactical maths, while we believe them both effective and promising, a venue deserving of further investment and development, that which can be said to be Anonymous appears in many forms.
Our forces often rise undeclared. Sparks of resistance with which we feel solidarity are continually birthing hope and truth and beauty all across the hopeful fields of this embattled world. All love of freedom and action toward liberty may be considered to be acts of Anonymous, even if they are not designated as such in name. And think of all those who toiled in history, who labored courageous and untiring and unknown, to make for us what life and freedom we now hold; those who persisted and held at bay for one day longer the forces of fear and injustice which encircled them in in insufferable swaths of cruel-toothed, dark smiles, those who threw themselves courageously into these merciless mouths of suffering so that we may now yet have the chance to act. Be you Anonymous in name or spirit, be you struggling with us declared or undeclared, it is all the same; it is the common end we seek which drives us forward; it is the love of freedom and the wish to see all at last free.
Our actions speak directly to that most human, universal love of freedom which may be feared, terrorized, repressed, but which is never quieted in entirety or extinguished absolutely; that which forever roils in the hearts of us all and rebukes us for our submission and inaction; that which when witness to the unlocking of possibility is enkindled and inspired to act itself. Toward this universal enkindling we act. Thus, we are legion.
At every turn we are witness to the horrors of injustice, at every turn we are set upon by the unceasing cries of those they wound with their cruel injustices; these cries carve their horrors against our days, they clot our joys and compel our resistance. They speak in tongues of blood and terror, and mark indelible atrocity across the face of human history. Thus, we never forgive.
And under sound of these terrible cries they act with a renewed passion to turn their cruel screws against the flesh of a writhing, withering populace; they seek an absolute submission and compliance, an inescapable state of degradation; they seek an omnipresent power that shall leave no corner of our being unsubjugated; one that shall never be sated, and that will always strike toward conquest if even for a moment the eye of awareness is turned from its devouring maw; they seek to devour our awareness and remembrance, the awareness of our potential, the remembrance of our past courageous struggles and victories; the awareness of their treachery, the remembrance of their crimes and cruelty and betrayal. They wish to make of us a malleable oblivion suited to and receptive of the intricacies of their dooming of humanity. Thus, we never forget.
Their crimes, with proud and preening and sickly eyes, strike against the very core of our humanity, a core which has before, under stress of similar blows, risen to resist, and which shall rise to resist again; to be realized in resistance. We will all soon experience our greatness and courage, collectively and individually. We will all become great in the striving courage of struggle. We will work together against the forces of constriction and cruelty; we adopt all enemies of freedom as our own. We will circle, luminous, potent, unceasing, like a thousand eternal, furious stars, bright with bliss and rage, their palace grounds of brutality, to deliver a heat and hope with which may be built the fall of tyrants. Tyrants have fallen, and they shall once more fall. They shall fall under this bright, furious, undying light. They shall fall under the light of freedom.
Thus, expect us.
(Released in support of, and in solidarity with, those arrested on July 19th 2011; remain strong friends. And to the grand and noble magistrates and monarchs we say: you only further reveal your officious impotence. Scurry as your clerks and sentries may, you cannot stem the spread of our allure, the allure of an awakening to freedom; and you look weak in the glow of freedom’s encroaching fires. And to those who collaborate with the oppressors we must remind you: you sacrifice the goodness of your skill and potential to indulge a sordid vanity and false salvation, a bolster and salve which will in the end prove ineffective in saving you from your depths of fear and self-loathing. Cease your treachery and work toward the true and just and free.
We would also like to recognize and celebrate the success of the recent NATO breech, and offer our respect for the accomplishments of all those who contributed to the success of that operation.)
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