F*ck Society – My Old Anarchist Self (303/365)

I rewatched an episode of Mr Robot and it really inspired me to write this post, not only because the show is amazing, brilliant and a must-see piece of television, but also because there’s so many layers, symbolism and relatability in it. Yes, a lot of it is wild, and honestly if you relate to Elliot 100% I do worry for your mental health, but the way in which this show captures revolutionary themes and the problems within our society just make my anarchist heart bleed.

The show takes a very anti capitalist approach to revolution, but also cleverly looks into the the negatives within that as well – this post isn’t about the show because I honestly would never intentionally spoil it for anyone, IT’S THAT BRILLIANT. This post is about one of their central themes and the apt name of the main hacking group – F*ck Society.

As a youngster I would always outwardly scream about how our materialistic culture and society is numbing our minds, and about how the media is implicit in lobotomising everyone on a global scale. My thoughts were so fresh and anti-capitalist I was like a white person who had heard of Marx for the first time. I loved screaming about how we support large conglomerates who were taking our coin and fucking us over with that same money, a lot of my arguments were naive and ignorant but I did have a point,

At some point I had to become a cog in the machine because I needed money and honestly it’s hard to be anti-capitalist when you’re broke and working class. It’s very much a rich girls game, which is extremely ironic in itself. It’s hard to fight society when we live in that same society, we rely on everything that is consumerist, materialistic and let’s be honest, retail therapy makes you feel good.

Watching a cheeky episode of Mr Robot sort of reminded me about how I used to think and how I think now, and although I’d love to be a revolutionary and fight the good fight, I’m black and need money. I also don’t have the luxury of fighting and going to jail – refer back to the point about the fact that I’m Black and need money. I feel like there’s a lot of people who don’t see how classist it is to have the luxury to be able to revolt and honestly that should be a post about another day, as the UK is getting ready for another general election, so I might just post a lot on this blog about all of my thoughts that are against society.

I’m going to end this post with a quote from the lovely show in mention as it really ties in all of my thoughts.

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy! Synthetic emotions in the form of pills, psychological warfare in the form of advertising, mind-altering chemicals in the form of food, brainwashing seminars in the form of media, controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit, a kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real. I’m no less real than the f***ing beef patty in your Big Mac.

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