The concept of state is a grand one. On the grounds that human nature is unstable (prone to violence and theft), some people have taken it upon themselves to rule over humanity, to ensure that there will be order. Because of human nature, humans must be ruled. By other humans. Who are, as defined, prone to violence and theft.
If this were logic 101, we would talk about syllogisms and the validity of deriving solutions from premises. But this isn’t logic. This is a world in which logic is no longer taught. Obedience is preferred over reasoning and thinking.
Hence, there is this crazy place on the Potomac River in Maryland, which I just visited, from which humanity is ruled. This is a magic place, where logic, morals, and reason have no power, no meaning. The streets are laid out in masonic symbolism of sacred geometry, with a prominent Egyptian obelisk and Greek phi ratio stone buildings with columns of Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian styles. The land there is part of no state, and technically part of no nation either. It is a sovereign territory, a seat of power from which many earth-changing decisions are made. It is one of three unique territories on the planet which are used to direct human affairs by those who hold power. (London and the Vatican are the others.)
After leaving Richmond in the morning, I arrived in DC in early afternoon. It was not my first visit. My grandparents, Chris and Elizabeth McCool, took my sister and me on two really neat road trips when we were young, the second of which was to DC and to somewhere in Virginia where my great-uncle Browder lived. He and his wife Inez were celebrating their 50th anniversary, and tons of us from the extended family showed up to surprise them. On our way there we spent three days in DC, seeing all the sights and museums. It was a great trip! I was in middle school at the time.
My second visit was in high school, for Choir Tour. I was super involved with the church, and our church youth choir had a really awesome program, which included a yearly tour to some sweet place in the States. Even to non-states, like DC. 1999. Just after my junior year. Good times.
Of course, back then I knew nothing of governance, policy, and power. I thought the president of the United States was a hero, a good guy who kept America free and stuff. I wasn’t totally sold on the statist philosophy (I conceded to exceptions to many laws for myself) but I was, at that time, willing to accept that government existed for the good of us all.
Rolling into town this time, it was with an entirely new outlook that I passed by the stone monuments of self-glorification that mankind’s rulers have erected. It was with a mixture of excitement and melancholy that I contemplated the inevitable collapse of our current empire, whilst searching for a place to park my Volvo so I could commence with my perambulations.
I didn’t have as much time as I would have liked. I had an appointment that evening at a house in DC that is also a venue for presenters and visitors. A safe harbor. A couch-surfing friendly, agorist friendly, space where people can come as they are, so long as they do no harm.
But first I had two hours to walk about, so once I found a parking spot I got going. I made my way towards the mall, and then headed west towards the White House. In front of this preposterous place I did a few impromptu interviews with people who were visiting. I asked them about what they think of our country, and whether or not they think what is being done by the government is legal. A good question to think about.
After my romp through the city, I headed out to the Glowhouse, where I was to give a presentation that night. The Glowhouse is an intentional community in DC with whom I got into contact when planning my journey. Darrel, the owner, is a regular out at Burning Man, and he has a good sense of the new paradigm, where community is central to all that occurs. It was a wonderful evening, which I’ll cover more thoroughly in another article.
I had another appointment in DC, but not until three days later, so I decided to take some time off from city hopping and head out to the countryside to do some camping and hiking. Of course, I ended up city hopping there, too, but I enjoyed camping in two different places: Tuckahoe State Park and Assateague National Park, on the ocean. I found lots of neat things to see on the Delmarva Peninsula. (That’s what they call the peninsula east of the Chesapeake shared by the states of Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia.) I checked out the oldest continually used house of worship in North America, a Quaker House called Third Haven. They had some beautiful grounds, and I was warmly welcomed and given leave to walk about explore, in the amicable fashion of the Friends Society.
I also toured a history museum in Millford, Delaware, after my walk through downtown. Knowing our history is really a matter of right relationship. To have good relationship with our place, wherever we live, it helps to know the story, know the people who took part in creating that space. Also, it seems to me to be important to practice having a relationship with those from whom we have descended. This is why so many indigenous cultures have songs that name all their lineage, remembering the people who came before us.
So yay history! Just do your due diligence: winners write the history books, and learning the official history (as promulgated by the ruling elites and the institutions of science and learning that they control) has limited value. Alternative history (by which I mean history that’s been censored from mainstream academia, but that is completely legitimate academically, as far as scholarship and peer review go) is much more exciting, and being informed of the true history of our species and our civilization is essential if we wish to achieve freedom.
I checked out Dover, Delaware and Annapolis, Maryland, both beautiful capital cities. Then it was back to DC to be in the audience at a live taping of Redacted Tonight, a popular comedy news show in alternative media, starring Lee Camp. That was great fun. The live audience is small, and we had a great time watching them make the 145th episode of Redacted Tonight. Afterwards a bunch of us went with the cast to have some drinks and talk some more, giving us a chance to talk with them some more. I met some nice folks from Kentucky as well, and we all had a smashing evening.
I went back to the Glowhouse for one more night, having a very hard time finding a parking place at one in the morning. When finally I did find one, I suppose I didn’t read the sign on the street very well, because the next morning I came back out and the car was gone. I had to walk around for a while to make sure I wasn’t just mistaken about where I had left it, but I later confirmed that it had been towed. Those ridiculous street parking signs are so complex that it usually takes two or three of them to cover all the addendums and provisions, and you have to really study them for a long time to be sure it’s safe to park there. Restricted hours, certain days of the week at certain times for street cleaning, weekends, weekdays, pass requirements….even when I read the signs carefully I don’t always leave with full certainty that I’m not breaking some rule.
It was obviously disconcerting that my car got towed, but I kept my cool. It took me forever to figure out where they took it, but when I did find out, I was pleasantly surprised. I typically associate towing with kidnapping. They take your car, lock it up, and won’t let you have it back until you pay the ransom. I figured I was about to lose two, three hundred bucks just to get my car back. But instead, I found out that all they did was move the car. To another spot on a different street. I’d never seen anything like it! When I showed up at the place they told me it would be, there it was. My bathing suit, which I’d hung on the mirror for it to dry, was still there, even! I had two parking tickets on the windshield (one from before it got towed, and one from after – apparently they put it at another illegal spot…) but that didn’t bother me in the least, because I have little incentive to pay them.
So no, DC, I will not be paying my parking tickets. As I stated in a video I recently made, if DC finds the missing trillions and pays back all the debts they owe from bombing places all around the world for seventy years, then I’ll pay my tickets. Otherwise, we’ll say all’s fair in love and war, right?
Before I left DC, I had a chance to sit down with Darrell on camera and talk about Bitcoin, Burning Man, and building community. Darrell is very insightful and the discussion went well. After I said my goodbyes, I loaded up the car (which I moved to right in front of the house) and got on the road. Next stop, the city of Brotherly Love.