American Futurist Manifesto - Alexander Slavros
American Futurist Manifesto - Alexander Slavros
American Futurist Manifesto - Alexander Slavros
ALEXANDER SLAVROS
B ehold, America, the land of opportunity, where it was born and where it was
shot dead and left to bleed out and decompose on the side of the road. This used to
be the place to be if you wanted a new start, if you wanted to run away from the life of the
Old World – instead you got exactly what you were running away from and then some. What
is this great nation if not the putrid concentration of all the worse aspects of the decay that
The Old World followed those who sought freedom and wanted to impose its order on this
soil as well – our ancestors replied to that with a revolution. The Founding Fathers declared
independence but sowed a poisonous seed, one that was full of the very rot that was killing
Europe, but while Europeans had something distinctly their own to fall back on in order to
fight cultural death – America had nothing. So our ancestors kept running, running away
from anything resembling a system and law, to the frontiers where a man still had a chance
to make something of himself without a damn Big Brother watching over the shoulder to nag
and impose limitations, where law was defined not on some paper but by your own ability to
But soon enough the poisonous seed spread its roots all across this land and eventually
there were no more places left to hide or run away to. And yet that is exactly what many
Immortality is in the fountain of youth – drink from it and go back to your beginning, but
where can Americans go? The constant debate on who is or isn’t betraying the law of the
irrelevant, because it is the source of our decay. Whatever is good in the constitution isn’t
an accomplishment of some dead men, but rather stems from the principles that brought
people to the New World in the first place, principles that predate the Founding Fathers;
whatever is purely of the Founding Fathers in the constitution is the disease that is killing
us.
“This is our world now, our world, and those ancient people are dead.”
To hell with the past because the past is what’s killing us, strangling us and won’t let go
of our throat until we cut it at the root. Our fountain of youth isn’t in adherence to the
writings of dead people; it is in those principles that brought our ancestors here in the
first place – it is in the life of the frontier, in a political no-man’s land, it is in the life
before and after a civilization and the desire for that life is engraved deeply in the mind
of every true red-blooded American that didn’t succumb to being a slave of this system.
It is clear as day that what an American wants is to be free to travel from place to place,
no laws but his own, true freedom. Bikers are the last cowboys, pensioners want to travel
the country in their RV’s, while rednecks, racists, tribalists and survivalists all try to
isolate themselves from mainstream society and create their own social environment in
Our pop culture is riddled with expressions of this desire: movies, TV-series and games
about a zombie apocalypse, a post-apocalyptic future, a collapse of our society are all
immensely popular in society and amongst people who wait for the fall of society in
particular as they now cold steel weapons and guns for these scenarios (namely the
zombie apocalypse) – we want our civilization to fall and crumble around us because we
live in a rotting corpse of a prison, and once it falls apart we’ll be able to get a glimpse
of the sun.
We like to talk about freedom but in reality we are all slaves in a multitude of ways.
We’re not merely slaves to a defunct state through our dedication to dead men’s words
(that most can’t be bothered to remember anyway, making it an irrational drive instilled in
we are foremost slaves to each other. In agreeing to a social contract with a state as the
arbiter we had all willingly given up our freedom, true freedom. Instead we have a system
of mutual limitations – I limit your freedom and you limit mine and we must accept it at
that because that is the law, the social contract enforced by the state that holds the
monopoly on violence in order to sort us out if we suddenly attempt to practice real freedom.
Real freedom allows us to sort each other out, whoever comes out victorious by imposing
his will, be it through manipulation, coercion or force, affirms his freedom – no state, no
of one’s law because his reach is extended as far as the bullet will take it, splattering the
brains of whoever dared to challenge you and yours. No, this will not bring about anarchy of
everyone against everyone, because nature declared men are not equal, through this constant
push and shove of establishing dominance and the freedom that comes with it leads to the
formation of gangs, groups, tribes, movements, where every person is put into the exact place
where he belongs: the leader, the right hand man, the warriors, the lookouts, etc. depending
on the nature of the group. Want freedom? Bring down corporations to emancipate yourself
from consumerism. Crush the banks to emancipate yourself from debt. Burn down the night
clubs, gyms and fast food joints to emancipate yourself from hedonism. Destroy the system, to
Want freedom? End this “American” way of life. Wipe your ass with the constitution.
1. We want to bring about the complete and rightaway destruction of American civilization,
to blast this society free from its own history.
2. We aim to do that by utilizing its own systems, technology and mechanisms against it.
We will jump at the wheel of American civilization and push it into overdrive until it
crashes and burns, forcing us into a clean slate.
3. We stand for the true American way of life, where your freedom and happiness are
determined by you alone.
4. We will make way for a new American Frontier, one that exists around every corner for
every American.
1. We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.
2. The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.
3. Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive
character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them
to bow before man.
4. We want to glorify war — the only cure for the world — militarism, patriotism, the
destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for
woman.
5. We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist
and utilitarian cowardice.