Something’s off at OFF Is this truly the vibe of my tribe? And is it just me that feels hypocrisy? I cannot really put my finger on it, but something about this show does not feel legit. All of the words say that I should belong, so why on earth do I feel something’s wrong? I’m grateful to be here, maybe it’s just too good to be true. And my HRF grant is long overdue. But instead of imagining a world without borders, I learned about the violence of statist orders, And I guess that’s where I feel so torn, are we building the future or are we watching torture porn? This is the place where beauty meets rich, Bathed in the smell of unearned privilege, Which makes me ask this question once more: Is this truly freedom, or just sharks smelling gore? I have no answer, but I do know we try, Some in a camouflage onesie, others in suit and bow tie. Time @OFF gave me hope, Because I’m sure I can see, A world without a president, king or pope. Thanks to @HRF for having me. So, why not end this one with a quote on Anarchy? "The state is the denial of humanity!" -MB

What an incredible hitch I pulled of day: Copenhagen-Cologne 7 hops, 12h, ~900km After an oatmeal breakfast, Bus 250S took me to the highway. Lars, a Hells Angel with cap, sunglasses and mustache and his Harley on the trailer, did the heavy lifting and got me on the highway. Taking me to the closest gas station that led west from Copenhagen. Would’ve loved to drive longer than 30 min with him and hear more stories about his experiences in Amsterdam in the eighties. Said he’s gonna think about this trip while smoking his evening joint. Arne was coming from his son’s graduation party in Copenhagen but left two days earlier than his wife to catch a ferry from Jutland back to Norway. He took me to a gas station close to Odense on Fyn and left with new perspectives on Anarchism. Conversation was respectful although there were big differences in perception. We said we’re going to meet ten years from now again, grill some fish and see what has happened until then. Björn was what I had imagined a Björn to be. Just a chilled truck driver with a round face and smile, a calmness from being several million kilometers on the road and a fable for expensive whiskey. My drive with Ali was more like a 2h rave. We talked Party, Excesses, Drugs and Girls while listening to House and Techno on full blast in his BMW. After we crossed the border, where we didn’t get checked due to my radiating white privilege, we tested out the speed limit of German highways. Xavier, a French guy living in Denmark and working with wind turbines, was incredibly helpful in getting around Hamburg and dropped me on the highway that would lead all the way home. His head was visibly smoking after I left the car. I call this #Bitcoin-Information-Overload-Syndrom. Mario and Antonio were as sporty in driving as they are on horses. Apparently the latter was participating in the Olympics as a dressage rider. His car was just as well dressed as his free section, an Audi S6 with fancy fittings. Also he downloaded @primal as soon as I told him about it. Lastly Mari who was the real hero of the day, overcoming her initial reservations and taking me all the way home. If you ever need a paint job done, I know the one to do it. Humans are wonderful. Go out and meet them.

King of the Road on his way back to Germany with Björn.

GM #Nostr From a cozy place in a free town.

The Trail of Political Consciousness: There will be times when the struggle seems impossible. I know this already. Alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy. Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward. And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try.

Week 97 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi is tributed to Heaven on Earth.

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