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The virus-like nature of the state

5 Mar

Shells Masked Face

For nearly three million years, humanity existed in paleolithic and neolithic anarchy. And then around ten thousand years ago, the Earth suffered one of its usual climactic shifts and dried out for a while. In various parts of the world, especially in what is the now the Middle-East, this caused desertification of what had previously been lush verdant territories. People were forced to resort to eating dried-out grass seeds to survive, one of the few plants that could survive the harsh new dry climate.

From that marginal grassy survival food evolved wheat, and for the first time in human history, sedentary living. Now people could survive in one place just by planting these dried grass seeds, and living on the harvested results.

On the edges of these previously-wandering neolithic tribes, there had probably always existed ne’er-do-wells, vagabonds, and other idle intellectuals, who felt the world owed them a living. Fortunately, they will have been few, and generally cast off as loners by most tribes, who had always existed on the marginal edge of survival while they trailed herds of meat-bearing animals, constantly moving, pitching tents, and carrying everything with them.

But now these ne’er-do-wells saw their chance, just as viruses seize their chance when they can infect themselves into a weakened static human body. Because although living on farmed dry grass seeds was hardly the perfect existence, and did result in unhealthy stunted people, it did mean food wealth could now accumulate in single immovable places, which could then be terrorised. And so the state was born.

Mafia gangs formed, out of these idle intellectuals, hoodlums, and vagabonds, who gathered together in loose contractual units to use fear and threats of violence to intimidate these isolated early farmers into handing over tithes of their crops in return for being left alone. Fear was the main weapon used, as these early gangs, just like viruses, were actually quite weak when isolated and attacked in return.

But just like a feeble virus inside someone’s bloodstream, these early gangs of bandits hid their vulnerability. Most tribes had voluntarily-accepted strongmen and witch-doctors, to provide security and religious needs, just as the human bloodstream has white blood cells and other immunological agents to wipe out viruses.

So how were these human macro viruses able to survive? Simple. They cloaked themselves in human-looking antigens, to cloak their insidious and damaging nature. They probably quite-literally painted themselves in the colours of the tribes whom they infected, adopting their languages and customs, and pretending to be a healthy part of society, as opposed to being parasitic external vagrants. They will have posed as natural strongmen and witch-doctors, albeit now as monopoly providers of security services and religious needs, as opposed to being voluntary market providers of such services.

The weaker vagrants will have become priests of new religions, all of these new religions praising the new state of affairs in return for a good portion of ‘the take’. The stronger vagrants will have formed the backbones of new armies, with arising generals becoming early kings.

And so these human macro viruses spread their mafia-like infection around the world, particularly as the sedentary lifestyle spread out from the original grass-farming areas of the Middle-East, China, and Meso-America, all afflicted by the same intense global drying-out period. These mafia gangs have been with us ever since, gradually coalescing into a world superstate, as different tax-farming gangs knocked each other over in their regular conflicts over tax-farming rights. War truly is the health of the state.

Their nature as human-sized macro viruses has never gone away either, constantly evolving to evade our natural response to protect truth, wealth, and freedom.

Despite the human brain evolving as an action-decision engine, rather than as a logical-truth engine, eventually people came to see through these original imposed strongmen and witch-doctors. However, as they did so, the state evolved new antigens and new strategies to keep the infection process alive, just as microscopic immuno-viruses do today.

It has reached the stage now, where it is virtually impossible to tell an agent of the state from a genuine member of society. They look the same, dress the same, sound the same, and most of them even think they’re the same. They appear to pay taxes, even though they live off taxes. They appear to believe in peace, whereas they make their living off violence and the the threat of violence. And they appear civilised, when they make their living through fear and terror.

Unless you’ve read books by Hoppe and Rothbard, most are even happy for a son or daughter to marry one of them or even to become one of them. Indeed, putting morals to one side, they are usually quite a financial catch, with guaranteed salaries, lucrative pensions, and easy comfortable lives. Think of a senior government lawyer working for a major bureaucracy, perhaps. Yes, maybe this person would be a bit dull, a bit pompous, and a bit arrogant, with nothing of any real merit about them, except a skilled ability to stick political knives into the backs of others, but from a purely financial point of view, it’s all singing and dancing.

But what is the state now? What has it become to evade detection? What is its current cloaking mechanism? How is it so effective that genuine members of voluntary society will even wear its colours and badges on their cufflinks, and proudly stick its flags on their cars, T-shirts, and rollaboard luggage?

Well, from my investigations, it appears to have adopted the veneer of the corporation. However, the state is a rather special corporation, one which blends in and out of several situations, depending on how you view it. Indeed, when you examine it closely, it keeps merging in and out of focus, flipping from one thing into another, as the light of truth twists and turns around it.

However, we must always keep in mind that the state is a carcinogenic virus inside the body host of human society. Given enough perseverance and the focussing power of Murray Rothbard’s inscrutable glass lenses, you can always see it for what it is.

Its current cloaking device actually reminds me of the ‘scramble suit’ worn by Agent Fred in Philip K. Dick’s novel, A Scanner Darkly. The scramble suit worn by this government agent makes its wearer very difficult to discern from out of any random background. And it is this scramble suit that most members of the state wear metaphorically, as they weave their ways around the rest of us in their day-to-day activity of looting and harassment.

(If I had my way, all government agents would wear bright orange jump suits. But I digress.)

For if you look through the antigenic scramble suit, the state is mainly a corporation. But to really see it for what it is, we have to first look at a corporation providing voluntary goods on what passes these days for a free market.

What is the nature of such a free market entity?

It has a few groups of people it concerns itself with. It has directors, employees, customers, suppliers, shareholders, and most importantly of all, competitors. Sometimes these groups overlap – for instance, some employees will be customers – but mostly, these groups will remain fairly separated and distinct.

To give ourselves some mental leverage on this, let’s imagine a soccer team in a city with a dozen soccer teams, all wearing different colours as their main strip. Our team will be Hoppe City, who play in black, with yellow trimmings. The main director of Hoppe City is the team’s head coach, with other coaches being the other directors. The employees work on the turnstiles, sell hot dogs, and play soccer on the pitch. The customers pay to come and watch the team play as paying spectators, in different classes of seats and glassed-in boxes. The suppliers provide the buns and the hot dogs before the game. There are five shareholders who own the club, one with 40% of the shares, two with 20% each, and two with 10% each. Each shareholder has a special luxurious box at the team’s home stadium, which they may occupy for free at each game, if they decide to come. The competitors are the eleven other soccer teams in the city, at least five of which usually play their games at the same time as Hoppe City. It’s a good team and the tickets are priced such that the stadium – which has a reasonable capacity of 40,000 – is usually full at each game, with a few people left over wishing to buy tickets. The shareholders have debated recently whether to build a new stadium with a larger capacity, but are still undecided.

And here is the really important point. The customers are free to choose to watch any of the other teams in the city and are free to choose which class of seat they wish to occupy to watch each game, subject to payment and availability. There is a lack of any compulsion in either attending each game or being unable to switch allegiance to other teams, at any time. Or to stop watching soccer entirely. Customers certainly keep all their rights to live in the city, even if they decide one day never to attend another game. The customers are totally in command here.

Another important point to notice is that none of the directors, shareholders, or employees, pay to watch the games. Only the customers pay, and none of them are shareholders.

Yes, this is simplified corporation. However, I think it provides a reasonable starting point, especially for our visit to another city in another land.

For let us visit Stateland, a country not too far away, with one main city, Stategrad. There is only one team in this city, Stategrad United, and they wear an all-red strip. As well as being the only team in this city, they are the only soccer team in this country! They only play in international competitions against teams from other countries. When home games are played, the atmosphere is whipped up as if it’s a war. When away games are played, the sole city newspaper, The Daily Fix, talks of it as a foreign expedition of conquest.

At the games, we witness an entirely different scene from that of Hoppe City’s stadium. Here, in Stategrad, there are one hundred thousand seats in the stadium, one for each of the one hundred thousand citizens. Every citizen is sent a ticket for every home game, whether they want one or not. Rather remarkably, the team actually employs more than fifty percent of the city’s population and they all get free tickets to every game. Nobody is quite sure what all these employees do, but they all walk around the city in a very important manner, and although in theory they work for the team’s paying customers – the minority of the population – they adopt the attitude of ordering everybody else about. Everyone else in the city has to pay for their tickets, whether they want them or not. The tickets are also priced in a strange way, because those who earn the most in Stategrad get sent the worst tickets in the ground, but have to pay the most, with free tickets for the best seats being sent to the team’s employees. Fortunately, nobody must attend the games as yet, though there is talk in The Daily Fix that attendance may be made compulsory in the future. However, at the moment, the stadium is usually more than half-empty, with most people failing to attend, including many of the employees, who still get paid out of ticket receipts regardless. The strangest thing is the nature of the spectating crowd at each game. All of them are shareholders, with one vote each in regular elections held at the stadium to choose new coaches, including the head coach. Each citizen of Stategrad gets given one of these votes at birth. They are unable sell this share, or opt out of any of its responsibilities, which are decided and changed on an ad-hoc basis by the team’s coaches. And the strangest thing about the crowd is that the vast majority are Stategrad United employees, with many paying customers refusing to involve themselves in the games. Even the players stop playing occasionally and join the crowd, with some members of the crowd taking their places on the pitch. It really is the most bizarre sight to watch, with some spectators selling hot dogs one minute, then switching around with other spectators to buy hot dogs the next minute. It is all very confusing and seems like a complete madhouse, though everyone in Stategrad thinks they understand how it works, though in reality, nobody does, even the ones running it all. But more about them, later.

Every tenth game or so, before the match, elections are held for the coaching positions. Any game attendee can stand for election, regardless of coaching ability or whether they’ve ever paid for tickets. Indeed, some wags have noted that the worse your coaching ability, the more likely you are to get elected. Everyone at the game can also vote, whether you have paid for your ticket or not. The main successful strategy for being elected has been to promise the employees that they’ll get paid more by taking extra money from that minority of the population which actually pays for tickets. Alas, you are unable watch any other teams, and stop paying, as there’s only one team that you must support, but it is exciting to keep electing the new coaches of Stategrad United, even though nothing ever seems to change. Some naysayers have even noticed that it seems to be the same people and the same families who seem to keep getting elected and re-elected, almost taking turns doing so, although in theory anyone could become head coach. The election organisers are the most mysterious group of all, because nobody knows who they are, except out of the corner of your eye, under their scramble suits, you can see the same hundred or so men talking to each other via walkie-talkies, to keep the whole show moving.

Anyone who ever decides to watch another team in another land is accused of being a traitor, and is sometimes shot for their trouble. Those refusing to attend games are generally despised, especially by the team’s employees, and informed that their opinions are worthless, though everyone does seem to get very worked up about the worthless opinions of these refuseniks.

It really is the weirdest setup, though most people in Stateland say they’re happy with it. Because they say, we are a free people, and we must defend our freedoms. Especially those of only ever being able to vote for the new coaches of the same single team.

Personally, I’m a Hoppe City man myself, and I found the peculiar story of Stategrad United above quite difficult to write. Because you really do just never know where you are with the corporate structure I described. It shifts, it moves, it’s never what you think it is. And this is the nature of the state, ever-shifting, ever-moving, like a polymorph, constantly appearing like something you want, only to be something evil instead underneath. Just like a virus.

Fortunately, there is a counter-intuitive combat technique against the state’s virus-like nature. And that is to adopt its own tactics. For the state virus itself sees two kinds of human cells; those it likes to invade and attack, and those it fails to recognise and decides to leave alone. The ones it likes to attack are those bearing its own target markers, which are generally a passport or national ID belonging to itself. If you have the passport of another state, however, it usually tempers its response considerably, even to the point of completely leaving you alone. You become a tourist bringing wealth into its domain, but someone who can leave at a moment’s notice taking that wealth with you, or at least if they do hassle you, never coming back again with more wealth for it to exploit. It lacks a strong legal hold over you, and the easy ability to summon you to its courts for failing to follow meaningless regulations such as walking on pavement cracks. In short, the best protection you can have from a modern state, in a world covered in tax-farms, is to get the antigen protection of another tax farm’s badge.

You become like a visitor to Stategrad, following an opposing team. The Stategrad stadium guards examine your ticket, let you in, and leave you alone. They let you come and go in and out of Stateland without fuss. The government officials there even like your presence, because while you’re there you must spend extra money on hot dogs and buns, along with hotels and all the other paraphernalia of modern living.

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