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Or my version of it. Thus far my life looks like a variation of individualist anarchism. For the foremost statement on that - read this:

https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/stirner/ego-and-its-own.htm

- I have never filed a tax return in my life. I got a letter from the IRS about it some 15 years ago and heard nothing more. My father was an active tax resister. Even ran for office as such. I'm told I was under active IRS investigation prior to what happened to me over the last 30 months.

- I never registered for the draft. Even my old man winced at that one.

- In line with illegalist ideology I steal to maintain myself.

- I am a violent criminal. I commit violent crimes.

- I've spent countless hours developing revolutionary tactics. I could probably be brought up on numerous counts of incitement.

- I am currently working to form an organization to overthrow the US government. Yeah, we'll see how that works out.

- I am homeless, thus mobile, and walk the walk. The fuck n' suck demands a transient existence. Though it's really just glorified camping, no?

- I live a spartan, minimalist existence. Even other bums wonder where my bag is, my backpack. I prefer to travel lightly.

- I have no cell phone, no bank account, even the internet card I use to access library computers is with a fake name.

- My pain threshold has been said to exceed that of Baghdadi. I live on the street with relish. I can sleep in a ditch. None of this bothers me at all. If anything I probably prefer it to housing. And no, bourgeois swine, guerillas don't have big houses, flat screen TVs, or even a stable dwelling at all really.

- I live for the revolution. Night and day. Life or death. On the run as a fugitive. Yet repeatedly I survive warrant and fingerprint checks during police stops.

- I will never submit to the system. They can give summons to court. I always ignore them. My next court date is set for 9/11.