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Really not true, there are lots of people that delusionally but genuinely believe in anarcho-capitalism.

Egoist is more fitting.

Google the following:

"Mencius Moldbug" and "Butterfly Revolution".

But to summarize it all: Gothic MAGA is basically about destroying America as we know it, government and all. Dissolve the borders and reform the nation as thousands of small countries called "network states". These "network states" would be owned and controlled entirely by oligarchs, and would compete for citizens the way corporations compete for customers. By necessity, the oligarchs will have total control within their borders. Massive, omnipresent surveillance apparatus to watch and control their citizen customer/workers, but if you don't like how one network state is oppressing you, you're free to leave.(Provided of course, the brutal tyrant doesn't have a rule saying you can't leave unless it's in a body bag.) At least, that's how Curtis Yarvin(aka Mencius Moldbug) puts it. And because he's also a racist far-right POS, he's also a eugenicist and thinks because he's got such a high IQ that naturally he and other high IQ individuals should be in charge. The POTUS would be more like a CEO who works on behalf of the oligarchy, who would be the country's Board of Directors.

It's a lot like the early "seasteading" movement, but repackaged because not everyone wants to live at sea.

This is fair. Anarcho capitalism is an astro turf campaign, funded by Koch brothers, to create anti tax republicans. NAP is a recipe for war, not peace.

Neoliberal is something else.

Anarcho-capitalists have been around for a long time. I think they usually call themselves libertarian.

I get the hypocrisy, but they don't.

Maybe "Societal Collapse Accelerationists" would have been more clear. But accelerationist is the key word here.

I wanted to make it clear I was not talking about Marxist Accelerationism (the OG)

An oxymoron.

Basically this:

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

They are anarcho-capitalists, ancaps, in the vein of the Mises Institute / Austrian Economics crowd.

A fundamental part of their ideology is praxeology, which basically is anti-empiricist, it doesn't actually respect or react to evidence, it is wholly based on complex thought expieriments and finangling over definitions of terms.

Basically, they believe that no government or state can be legitimate... that is shared or similar with many other actual anarchists...

But they believe it should be replaced with either giant megacorporations, or somehow, something would cause a 'free market' for competing over public goods and utilities, some even believe in competing theoretical private legal systems that would ... somehow interface and interperet 'the law', even though there is no 'the law'.

It is an internally inconsistent and often easily empirically proven false worldview... but they don't respect empirical evidence.

They only call it 'anarcho' because it wants to destroy the state.

They appropriated the term anarchism.

But other than that, it shares basically nothing else in common with any other notable thinker or group that has called themselves anarchist.

Fictitious. Hierarchy is THE defining feature of the right wing. The further right you go, the more concentrated the wealth and power becomes, until at the terminus there is a single person who has all of it.

The guy from Bioshock that built Rapture. You are free to do anything as long as you have the money to do so.

• Forcing The End
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Huckabee and other christian zios.

Tldr: they want to bring about the biblical Armageddon as soon as possible. Trying to make the world look like the prophecy described when it supposedly begins