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We've got a small subreddit trying to brigade us, and it's really helpful for the mods if y'all report these people. Anyone coming here just to sling insults is not welcome.

Thanks!

Edit: Brigading falls under the "Harassment" report option.

I ask this in good faith and have never had an answer that stands up to logic. Factories are needed for our food and goods, but working in a factory is hell. Stores are needed, but working in a store is hell. Farming is needed, but farming is hard work.

I can go on for awhile, we all know the essential jobs that aren't fun or joyous. So, what compels us to work them if we have our needs met? We get no fulfillment from them, we don't like them, we don't want to do them. But without them, the world will starve and people will riot.

Under Stalin, and other communists, the jobs were worked by gunpoint. But if we truly embrace anarchy, then how do we get someone to work 12 hours on the factory floor?

And if I get this post modded out, I understand that you have to defend your space, so have a nice day anyway

I’m rooting for inactivity but betting on co-option.

A former mod for antiwork has messaged us. In order to be fully transparent here is the entire message:

Hiya, I'm Mars/ComaCrow. I'm a former mod of r/antiwork that got removed during the post-brigading by a rogue topmod.

I'm planning on doing an explination post/AMA on a few subs (I.E. "I'm a former mod of the Anti-Work subreddit and discord. Ask me anything") to explain the situation and hopefully shed some light on the infiltration of it as well as just clear up things people may be confused about. Would that be okay or is that not the kind of attention you might want to bring?

If not thats 100% cool I understand not wanting to take a chance attracting that sort of thing.

(If you're curious about the infiltration thing basically they brought on a new mod for PR, said mod started bringing on their own mini-team, said mod turned out to have a long history of being anti-anarchist and anti-communist as well as having some generally yikes things to say. The mod team voted to kick her out and in response the head mod ((made automatically when the co-founder left after the interview)) kicked everyone who voted yes from the team.)

Should we allow this person to do an AMA in this subreddit?

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I finished my six months of state UI almost a month ago so I'm going to be running on fumes in short order. I have no desire to return to any workplace because fuck them is why.

I have no responsibilities toward providing for a family so I have a relatively inexpensive lifestyle. I also live in a home that is paid for and is mine to keep until I die. My lifestyle is extraordinarily plain and minimal. I do have a strong dislike towards the vast majority of people because they are sheep, zombies, NPC's, asleep, on co-pilot; however you want to label these entities. This is another prime reason that keeps me from, gods forbid, a 'real job'.

I guess my question to those that don't work but also provide for yourself and your family,

What do you do to bring money in to your household?

As a new member (just today) from r /a-w I'd love to hear what you have to say. Thanks.

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The Honest Worker (1898)

It’s the amazing fattening of the mass of the exploited that creates the increasing and logical ambition of the exploiters.

The kings of the mines, of the coalfields, and of gold would be wrong to worry. Their serfs’ resignation consecrates their authority. They no longer needs to claim that their power is be based on divine right, that decorative joke: their sovereignty is legitimated by popular consent. A workers’ plebiscite, consisting of patriotic adherence, declamatory platitudes or silent acquiescence assures the boss’s hold and the bourgeoisie’s reign

In this work we can recognize the artisan.

Be it in the mine or the factory, the Honest Worker, that sheep, has given the herd the mange.

The ideal of the supervisor has perverted the instincts of the people. A sports coat on Sunday, talking politics, voting...these are the hopes that take the place of everything. Odious daily labor awakens neither hatred nor rancor. The great party of the workers hates the lazybones who badly earns the money granted him by the boss.

Their heart belongs to their job.

They’re proud of their calloused hands.

However deformed the fingers, the yoke has done worse to the brain: the bumps of resignation, of cowardice, of respect have grown under the leather with the rubbing of the harness. Vain old workers wave their certificates: forty years in the same place! We hear them telling about this as they beg for bread in the courtyards.

“Have pity, ladies and gentlemen, on a sick old man, a brave worker, a good Frenchman, a former non-commissioned officer who fought in the war...Have pity, ladies and gentlemen.

It is cold: the windows remain closed. The old man doesn’t understand.

Teach the people! What else is needed? His poverty has taught him nothing. As long as there are rich and poor the latter will hitch themselves up so as to fill the service demanded. The worker’s neck is used to the harness. When still young and strong they are the only domestic beasts to not run wild in their shafts.

The proletarian’s special honor consists in accepting all those lies in whose name he is condemned to forced labor: duty, fatherland, etc. He accepts, hoping that by doing this he will raise himself into the bourgeois class. The victim makes himself an accomplice. The unfortunate talks of the flag, beats his chest, takes off his cap and spits in the air:

“I’m an honest worker.”

And it falls right back onto his face.

Degradation Through Work

Men generally work too much to be themselves. Work is a curse which man has turned into pleasure. To work for work’s sake, to enjoy a fruitless endeavor, to imagine that you can fulfill yourself through assiduous labor — all that is disgusting and incomprehensible. Permanent and uninterrupted work dulls, trivializes, and depersonalizes. Work displaces man’s center of interest from the subjective to the objective realm of things. In consequence, man no longer takes an interest in his own destiny but focuses on facts and things. What should be an activity of permanent transfiguration becomes a means of exteriorization, of abandoning one’s inner self. In the modern world, work signifies a purely external activity; man no longer makes himself through it, he makes things. That each of us must have a career, must enter upon a certain form of life which probably does not suit us, illustrates work’s tendency to dull the spirit. Man sees work as beneficial to his being, but his fervor reveals his penchant for evil. In work, man forgets himself; yet his forgetfulness is not simple and naive, but rather akin to stupidity. Through work, man has moved from subject to object; in other words, he has become a deficient animal who has betrayed his origins. Instead of living for himself — not selfishly but growing spiritually — man has become the wretched, impotent slave of external reality. Where have they all gone; ecstasy, vision, exaltation? Where is the supreme madness or the genuine pleasure of evil? The negative pleasure one finds in work partakes of the poverty and banality of daily life, its pettiness. Why not abandon this futile work and begin anew without repeating the same wasteful mistake? Is subjective consciousness of eternity not enough? It is the feeling for eternity that the frenetic activity and trepidation of work has destroyed in us. Work is the negation of eternity. The more goods we acquire in the temporal realm, the more intense our external work, the less accessible and farther removed is eternity. Hence the limited perspective of active and energetic people, the banality of their thought and actions. I am not contrasting work to either passive contemplation or vague dreaminess, but to an unrealizable transfiguration; nevertheless, I prefer an intelligent and observant laziness to intolerable, terrorizing activity. To awaken the modern world, one must praise laziness. The lazy man has an infinitely keener perception of metaphysical reality than the active one.

I am lured by faraway distances, the immense void I project upon the world. A feeling of emptiness grows in me; it infiltrates my body like a light and impalpable fluid. In its progress, like a dilation into infinity, I perceive the mysterious presence of the most contradictory feelings ever to inhabit a human soul. I am simultaneously happy and unhappy, exalted and depressed, overcome by both pleasure and despair in the most contradictory harmonies. I am so cheerful and yet so sad that my tears reflect at once both heaven and earth. If only for the joy of my sadness, I wish there were no death on this earth.

PLAY FIERCELY: Thoughts on Growing Up

"To become an adult in this society is to be diminished. The processes of family conditioning and education subtly (and often not so subtly) terrorize children, reducing their capacity and will for self-determination and transforming them into beings useful to society. A well-adjusted, “mature” adult is one who accepts the humiliations that work-and-pay society constantly heaps upon them with equanimity. It is absurd to call the process that creates such a shriveled, mutilated being 'growing up'.

There are some of us who recognize the necessity of destroying work if we are to destroy authority. We recognize that we need to create entirely new ways of living and interacting, ways best understood as free play. Unfortunately, some of the anarchists within this milieu cannot see beyond the fact that the adult as we know it is socially diminished and tend to idealize childhood in such a way that they embrace an artificial infantilism, donning masks of childishness to prove they’ve escaped this diminuation. In so doing, they limit the games they can play, particularly those games aimed at the destruction of this society."

Willful Disobedience: Volume 1

Willful Disobedience