Angry T------- Against Cops And Kings

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A.T.A.C.K
Issue 13 June 24

The Manifesto

"We must move forward, not backward; upward, not forward; and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!"

WHY? Why are we Angry? [black graphic of flames] We have a million reasons. We could never list them all. But anger is the only rational response to the ruin and death of friends and loved ones, and the government and media shrugging, wiping their hands of blame, and continuing on regardless. Need we say more? Why "Tranny"? [symbol combining male and female symbols] This question can be interpreted one of two ways: "Why are you trans?" (Boring, pedestrian, pointless, cursed by a witch for stealing rhubarb I guess) or "Why do you use the word tranny?" (provocative, bold, uncomfortable, makes you check over your shoulder while reading this) [alt text will continue]

[continued] So to the second one: You can say "trans person". Anyone can say "trans person". Nice enough phrase, gets the point across. But a lot of the time, what a lot of people are saying is "tranny", and even if you're a delightful cis person who would never wish harm on anyone, you need a reminder that there are plenty of your peers who are much less polite, and just pretend to be. The writer of this section is a tranny because announcing it that way primes you, dear reader, for a conversation where I am angry and threatened and not a mere hypothetical, euphemistic, regular "trans person" but a mad bitch in a fucking war. [black and white graphic of campfire]

ACAB AND AKAB Why are we against Cops and Kings? Because it's a silly backronym, okay? Cops and Kings stands in for "authority" but here is an inexhaustive list of grievances against both fig- urative and literal cops and kings. [graphic of guillotine] Literal Cops · The police state is a primary tool of oppression used to assault our community. · All laws are imposed through violence and the threat of violence. · The police defend our enemies and punish our protectors. · There is no ‘innocent’ means by which to engage with the police. All police uphold a system of injustice, even ‘the good ones’. · Borders and their enforcement keep our kin across the world in states which are even more dangerous to them than the ones most of us writing this experience. · Anti-cop, anti-state action is therefore self defense. There can be no space which is safe for the police which is also safe for us. [continued]

[continued] Figurative Cops · The most dangerous cop is the one in your head; the one which stops you from being free through fear of the consequences. · The arbiter of a person’s self-identity is that individual themself; no label cops. · Respectability politics is the means by which the community determines which members are acceptable to sacrifice for cishet comfort. We say that there is no acceptable sacrifice. · Except cops. Live as a cop, die by the cops. Literal Kings · Are you fucking kidding me? It’s 2023. This shit is embarrassing. Figurative Kings · Even outside literal monarchies there are plenty of ‘kings’. From the obvious billionaires and presidents to local ‘kings’. Landlords, managers, doctors etc. · Kings are those imbued with authority because of who they are rather than what they do. · All authority must always be challenged. Even deserved power legitimately gained corrupts, and most power in the world is not granted legitimately. [continued]

Why are we Angry?

Why “Tranny”?

ACAB AND AKAB

You Keep It In you stoke the forge and build your first tools you use it, she tells you. that heat. you use your first tools to build better tools of your own design; you find a name for the thing that you are for the things that you do for the feeling when the jackals close in You keep it in. let it lick out a safe amount in times of trouble a scorching tongue of insult and derision a release valve Can't talk to you when you're like this well no That's the point, you walking corpse you keep it in and sit under the trees in calm moments think I could detonate turn my world to ash and they wouldn't care. You keep that in, too. but it stokes the fires. past white hot from anger to fury to rage [graphic of figure with arms out, a fire in each hand]

You Keep It In

PAIN PAIN she’s telling me she dreams of one day getting a hug without obligation PAIN she’s crying and thanking me when I say I would do so more than happily PAIN she is not the only one who cries from receiving expressions of simple affection. PAIN she’s thanking me for actually asking how she feels PAIN she’s crying when I have actually listened to the answer PAIN experiencing this is an aberration for her knowing what she’s feeling right now even a little bit. PAIN asking her what she would like and she’s scared PAIN knowing why she’s afraid to express her wants PAIN comprehending she hasn’t let herself imagine wanting anything knowing that she has understandable reason to lock wants away. PAIN knowing what it means for a person to be so starved for affection PAIN understanding basic decency is an aberration for her PAIN seeing she has been so hurt and abused being with her when the little things are overwhelmingly too much.

not having a chance to treat her like the incredible vibrant beautiful woman she is before the simplicity of “I thought of you” overwhelms and tears overtake us crying together through the pain of the joy of the simple human experiences before we even get beyond the little kindnesses. the bar is in fucking hell and I know my pain doesn’t come close to matching hers. PAIN is far too much. now I’m Angry. but definitely not at her. [sketch in red of heart cracked down the middle]

PAIN

A.T.A.C.K Angry Trannies* Against Cops and Kings *and Dykes, Faggots, etc. [The Union Flag, black and white, on cracked stone.] Everything Fell Apart "It’s cold and it’s mean-spirited and I don’t like it here anymore." Issue 11 Apr 24.

A.T.A.C.K
Issue 11 Apr 24

Everything Fell Apart

"It’s cold and it’s mean-spirited and I don’t like it here anymore."

Revisiting the Scene Last week I wrote a tale (Tongue firmly in my cheek) Of a voyeuristic male And a weirdo tranny freak. But once is just a novelty. Once won't spoil the mood But a secong gawking cameraman Is really fucking rude. What went through your mind As you raised that stupid lens? "Never seen a tranny before! I gotta show my friends!"? I shoulda smashed that fucking phone Smashed that other fucker's too Cause now I'm just too fucking mad To even fucking rhyme. Fuck you. [middle finger graphic]

Revisiting the Scene

I’m. Your. Problem. Over forty thousand people, so many of them children, have been murdered by Israel. We don’t know for sure how many because they killed the people who kept count. But breaking windows to protest this is a problem. The world is burning. Every year is hotter than the last. Temperatures are becoming unliveable in places where thousands, soon to be millions, live. But blocking roads to protest this is a problem. The police mobilise against refugees. They drag our friends into vans and try to fly them halfway around the world. But confronting them to protest this is a problem. You commit murder and call it a right to self-defence. You burn the world and call it progress. You abduct our neighbours and call it safety. And you call me a huge problem to a sane world? Where is this sane world? Would be nice to visit. But you’re right about one thing. I’m your problem. [line of doodle scribbles] So just fucking try to solve me.

I’m. Your. Problem.

A Scene From an Average Street A man in a white van sits in traffic waiting for the lights to change, playing his music loud enough for everyone to hear. Searching for distraction, he spots it across the street at the bus stop: A tranny! Three-day stubble and a pretty dress! He must catalogue this moment. He tries to surreptitiously take a photo on his phone but the tranny notices. Oh no! "You're confused, lad! Are you a man or a woman?!" The tranny does not respond. Just stares indignantly. But the lights have changed, so he has to leave without answers. But it is of course the *tranny* who is confused, he reminds himself, trying to keep his eyes on the road. [sketch of a broken down van]

A Scene From an Average Street

A.T.A.C.K Angry Trannies* Against Cops and Kings *and Dykes, Faggots, etc. [greyscale graphic of a globe with arrows pointing around it] It’s All Us "If we believe out loud, maybe we can be the ones we’ve been waiting for." Issue 12 May 24

A.T.A.C.K

Issue 12 May 24

It’s All Us

"If we believe out loud, maybe we can be the ones we’ve been waiting for."

Kill a Man [vertical graphic of a burning cigarette] do I swear too much she’ll ask cigarette in hand while urban fuzz circles around yous like a bridal dance remember to wear white and lose break your virginity to the night writhing in His piss-stained vomit-soaked bedsheets streets wah in the dark a quiet reminder that if you want for a small fee you can get your stomach pumped by an amateur some unpaid overworked student doctor who’ll shit and fuck all over your broken body witness His wounds cover your eyes with rose incense cut your teeth on whoever you want disavow them both later or don’t who gives a shit. nobody’s listening anyways certainly not to you – not anymore I don’t think so you’ll say but you were always going to lie to her take it out from her lips suck it inhale anything to feel the heat of a mouth inside yours

breathe in her smoke let her fill you up like a hand puppet besides – your body is hers now it always has been later you’ll find yourself standing in front of a mirror trying on dresses ashamed of the Pride that you feel sick to your teeth on how good you look cause god-fucking-damn… you’ll fall in love with your neck after you’ve shaved bathe in that feeling [graphic of three lipstick prints in black and white] [graphic of a headstone with the symbol for male] nobody can be truly self-made but fucking hell – you’d certainly kill a man trying

Kill a Man

Don’t Don't be afraid to think. Don't be afraid to question. Don't be afraid to ask why. Don't be afraid to demand answers. Don't be afraid to scream when they pretend not to hear. Don't be afraid to make yourself heard. Don't be afraid. Are you ready to be heard? We might throw another one of these together so we'd love to have more voices that are some combination of angry, queer, and provocative. Get in touch with us: atackuk@proton.me

Don’t

Don’t be afraid.

Are you ready to be heard?

Get in touch with us.

On Help How about a wild idea? Instead of another expected protest, another lame slogan and another meaningless platitude on „socialism“ you just fucking help people and let yourself be helped? If you really want something better, if you really want people to be free, then walk the walk and start doing mutual aid. It doesn’t take an org, it doesn’t take donations, it does take a change in your fucking attitude and a modicum of conviction to actually help when someone asks and to let others do the same for you. Reciprocity, that is what I am talking about. Less of the flashy, aestheticized shit. Be spontaneous and express the empathy and mutual respect that we genuinely need to properly live with each other as individuals. If you think this is less important than „getting organized“, then I suggest you pull that last-century-socialist stick out of your ass and finally move on to shit that has worked for all of human history. „Mir geht nichts über mich“ Max Stirner [continued]

[A portrait of Max Stirner, drawn to resemble the gigachad meme]

On Help

POLKA DOT [page is covered in black polka dots] my heroes are not family friendly and neither the fuck am i i will not cover myself in their clothes and dress up spread lies tell them that I’m Just Like You Except For How I how do you Fuck that yes i am you’re right a mentally ill t-slur can you? yes you can my friend says so he I mean they? or she? it’s so hard nowadays anyways they I think they yes they let me say it so you can I’m sure but i mean you no harm yes i’ll assimilate get pretty get married have kids what’s that yes i meant sterilise myself anyways assimilate be respectful go to Pride once a year and cheer on the sponsorship deal with BombsRUs blame myself blame the shameless the beautiful the failed men who i swear I’m not like i’m one of the good ones who demanded on being authentic demanded on being themselves when the gun is against my temple yes of course i don’t mind no you’re not pressing too hard BLAM

POLKA DOT

I'm struggling to be angry of late. I feel more numb. Same cause, different outcome. Food costs more. Health is less. Across the world people are mired in wars and famines and ecological nightmares all of our own making… And it's numbing. Anger feels more alive though. Anger is a fire. A fuel. Fuel for a powerful engine, to drive me. Numbness is just a poison. It's a pit. I don't want to be numb. To see millions die and tell myself I've seen it all before. I know I have, but that's not the point. Every death is a tragedy, no matter how many preceded it. So fuck it. I'll burn this whole thing to the ground before I sink into despair. I resolve to be really really fucking angry. [greyscale image of human figure turning into a cloud of smoke as if head is on fire]

[untitled piece on anger]

Poke the Bear [black and white graphic of a bear separated into parts. labels on various parts are: You’re not quick enough, Life insurance up to date?, Nope, Think Again, and Skibbity-pop, permanent nap] Poke the bear She's sleeping soundly Poke the bear She's in her den Poke the bear She's with her young Poke the bear She's waking, angry Poke the bear She bares her teeth Poke the bear She roars, she lashes Cage the bear And say: "What a dangerous creature this is."

Poke the Bear

[continued] · Above anything else: we refuse to bend the knee. · Except when it is hot. [graphic of spiked collar]

What Are We For? Here’s this writer’s top three. Feel free to add your own at home so long as you stay angry. Liberation Most important part. What united Cops and Kings is a shared desire to oppress. We are for liberation before anything else. · We shout so that others can speak. By being the loudest, brashest voices in the room we open space for more ‘reasonable’ voices to be heard. · Cops and Kings work hard to con- vince us that we have to listen to them; we shout them down to remind everyone that without our submission they have nothing. · Until the last cell is emptied and the last throne vacant the world cannot be free. [graphic of raised fist] [graphic of circle A] Swagger Our enemies try to keep us afraid and, more importantly, quiet. If we don’t take up space, if we can be convinced to make ourselves non-threatening, if we internalise the lie that we need their approval, we are neutralised as a threat to the status quo. · We do not apologise for who we are. [continued]

[continued] · We speak loudly. Hyperbolically. We are fucking invincible, nothing they have can touch us, we cannot be silenced. · We speak plainly. It should not be difficult to understand our message. · We speak sincerely. The style might be over the top but the message must be one that we stand behind. · We do not compromise. Compromise has gotten us cops at Pride and the military flashing queer cred. Compromise doesn’t work. We deserve it all. We will take it all. Inclusivity Our fight is not ours alone. Our enemies touch everything and everyone; we therefore welcome all to unite against them. ATACK is a queer publication but it stands with all people fighting cops and kings, everywhere. · ‘T’ is really shorthand for ‘Queers’ but AQACK would make us sound like we are ducks. · Don’t identify with a label? We’re not applying it to you. All terms used in ATACK are opt-in. [outline of rubber duck]

What are we for?

Liberty
Swagger
Inclusivity

BREAD AND ROSES [black and white graphic of roses] imagine if for the low price of just 2mg a day prescribed by a doctor or bought online from an old woman in Ukraine we could destroy The West bring down the banks kick out the landlords fire our bosses own our own labour feel the sun in our hair and rest no wait times no queues you’re not in charge of me and I’m not in charge of you nobody can make it otherwise disruption and discontent unworlding and yet future building for the right to survive authentically for clean air and drinking water all this for just 2mg a day [graphic of a woman’s face filled with pills]

An Open Letter Dear Cis Feminists, Are you listening? Because for all that we've been making a fuck ton of noise for so long, you don't seem interested in responding. Many of you insist we have nothing to say, which is a belief you could only hold if you deliberately refused to hear. Practiced ignorance, essentially. But then we have MacKinnon and her acolytes, who are happy to repeat our words, not cite their sources, and then take the credit. Is it worse to plagiarise the wealth of trans feminism or to generate it for yourself out of whole cloth when you could have just asked? Both seem like an insult because you still. Aren't. Listen- ing. And what was it MLK said about riots? Perhaps we should be heard after all. [megaphone outline graphic] Do you also want to be heard? We might throw another one of these together so we'd love to have more voices that are some combination of angry, queer, and provocative. Get in touch with us: atackuk@proton.me

Bread and Roses

Shout with Us! 🔥

Let me tell you what to do And speak on your behalf Idolatrous shell for me to abuse Only with the best of intentions Seek me out through cracking mirrors Guidance for half that you do Ideology of your salvation Content to keep the fear at bay Let me tell you what to do Eight hour stream, new upload Give unto you the discourse Profit through attention I speak on your behalf [graphic of over ear headphones]

[untitled poem - I speak on your behalf]

ARF, ARF, Motherfucker Furries are fucking terrifying. Well, not to me. To me they're cool and huggable. Queer and relatable. Fun and nerdy. But to the Straights? Terrifying. But what's so terrifying about playing about with your presentation, adopting a visage both alien and familiar, and asserting an identity of your own crea-tion? Oh. Oh, yeah. If you yourself are a cog in the machine, who has no identity but what you've had thrust upon you, us queers jamming up the gears must be a nightmare. But fuck this machine. Fuck your preconceived notions about what we can be, what we must be. It never did me any good and it never did you either. So I choose a life of freedom. Arf, arf, etc., etc.. [line of paw prints]

ARF, ARF, Motherfucker

The Real Insurrection Was Within Us All Along So many many calls for recruitment, proselytizing, and radicalization of the so called masses have been made. So many have put their faith into the teleological ideas around revolution, that all of „our“ collective efforts will lead and have led to this one monumental effort to change the world. So many well-meaning people have spent their days with this hope keeping them going. We supposedly just have to get enough people together and then it will work! But curiously it hasn’t happened and there are no signs of ever it ever happening. Because it is nothing but a „leftist“ variant of the dozens upon dozens of prophesied Raptures, Armageddons and other Ends-of-the- World. A distant symbol, an idol without even a physical component. [continued]

And all that recruitment, all the playing around optics and all the supposedly „revolutionary content“ uploaded onto the internet has not brought anyone or anything closer to this monumental effort, despite all of the ambitions towards it. Some might propose that this is the right way to go, that we just have to try hard enough and eventually it will happen (maybe just for those a long time after us) and baselessly accuse me of reformism or incrementalism. But no. What I propose is this: stop looking into the distant future, stop looking for salvation, stop your utopian yearnings. Fight. Fight right the fuck now! Every day you can fight. What is keeping you? You do not need a mass movement. What you need is clarity and conviction! Every single one of us is capable of a myriad of acts of insurrection. Be they violent, be they caring, be they small or big. [continued]

And don’t fight „for the people“, don’t fight „for the greater good“, don’t fight for anything that demands you to be a follower! Fight for yourself, for your friends, for freedom, for living, for being able to keep going one more day. The fight will only keep on going. The real insurrection was within us all along. Let’s get to work. [graphic of circle A anarchy symbol]

The Real Insurrection Was Within Us All Along

HEY! You. Yeah, you. You look like you’ve got something to say. Come shout it with us. [megaphone graphic] ATACK is an electronically published zine we encourage everyone to save, send, share, print, promote, and propagate at will. We will never own up to distributing it. Yell any submissions to atackuk@proton.me Or at people in the street but we can’t promise to publish those.

Submissions always open at our email in bio and graphic.

DMs are open to all as well.

If you enjoy our publication and need to shout, we look forward to shouting with you. 🏴

HEY! You. Yeah, you. You look like you’ve got something to say. Come shout it with us. [megaphone graphic] ATACK is an electronically published zine we encourage everyone to save, send, share, print, promote, and propagate at will. We will never own up to distributing it. Yell any submissions to atackuk@proton.me Or at people in the street but we can’t promise to publish those.

Submissions always open at our email in bio and graphic.

DMs are open to all as well.

If you enjoy our publication and need to shout, we look forward to shouting with you. 🏴

Let me tell you what to do And speak on your behalf Idolatrous shell for me to abuse Only with the best of intentions Seek me out through cracking mirrors Guidance for half that you do Ideology of your salvation Content to keep the fear at bay Let me tell you what to do Eight hour stream, new upload Give unto you the discourse Profit through attention I speak on your behalf [graphic of over ear headphones]

[untitled poem - I speak on your behalf]

The Real Insurrection Was Within Us All Along So many many calls for recruitment, proselytizing, and radicalization of the so called masses have been made. So many have put their faith into the teleological ideas around revolution, that all of „our“ collective efforts will lead and have led to this one monumental effort to change the world. So many well-meaning people have spent their days with this hope keeping them going. We supposedly just have to get enough people together and then it will work! But curiously it hasn’t happened and there are no signs of ever it ever happening. Because it is nothing but a „leftist“ variant of the dozens upon dozens of prophesied Raptures, Armageddons and other Ends-of-the- World. A distant symbol, an idol without even a physical component. [continued]

And all that recruitment, all the playing around optics and all the supposedly „revolutionary content“ uploaded onto the internet has not brought anyone or anything closer to this monumental effort, despite all of the ambitions towards it. Some might propose that this is the right way to go, that we just have to try hard enough and eventually it will happen (maybe just for those a long time after us) and baselessly accuse me of reformism or incrementalism. But no. What I propose is this: stop looking into the distant future, stop looking for salvation, stop your utopian yearnings. Fight. Fight right the fuck now! Every day you can fight. What is keeping you? You do not need a mass movement. What you need is clarity and conviction! Every single one of us is capable of a myriad of acts of insurrection. Be they violent, be they caring, be they small or big. [continued]

And don’t fight „for the people“, don’t fight „for the greater good“, don’t fight for anything that demands you to be a follower! Fight for yourself, for your friends, for freedom, for living, for being able to keep going one more day. The fight will only keep on going. The real insurrection was within us all along. Let’s get to work. [graphic of circle A anarchy symbol]

The Real Insurrection Was Within Us All Along

You Keep It In you stoke the forge and build your first tools you use it, she tells you. that heat. you use your first tools to build better tools of your own design; you find a name for the thing that you are for the things that you do for the feeling when the jackals close in You keep it in. let it lick out a safe amount in times of trouble a scorching tongue of insult and derision a release valve Can't talk to you when you're like this well no That's the point, you walking corpse you keep it in and sit under the trees in calm moments think I could detonate turn my world to ash and they wouldn't care. You keep that in, too. but it stokes the fires. past white hot from anger to fury to rage [graphic of figure with arms out, a fire in each hand]

You Keep It In

PAIN PAIN she’s telling me she dreams of one day getting a hug without obligation PAIN she’s crying and thanking me when I say I would do so more than happily PAIN she is not the only one who cries from receiving expressions of simple affection. PAIN she’s thanking me for actually asking how she feels PAIN she’s crying when I have actually listened to the answer PAIN experiencing this is an aberration for her knowing what she’s feeling right now even a little bit. PAIN asking her what she would like and she’s scared PAIN knowing why she’s afraid to express her wants PAIN comprehending she hasn’t let herself imagine wanting anything knowing that she has understandable reason to lock wants away. PAIN knowing what it means for a person to be so starved for affection PAIN understanding basic decency is an aberration for her PAIN seeing she has been so hurt and abused being with her when the little things are overwhelmingly too much.

not having a chance to treat her like the incredible vibrant beautiful woman she is before the simplicity of “I thought of you” overwhelms and tears overtake us crying together through the pain of the joy of the simple human experiences before we even get beyond the little kindnesses. the bar is in fucking hell and I know my pain doesn’t come close to matching hers. PAIN is far too much. now I’m Angry. but definitely not at her. [sketch in red of heart cracked down the middle]

PAIN

ARF, ARF, Motherfucker Furries are fucking terrifying. Well, not to me. To me they're cool and huggable. Queer and relatable. Fun and nerdy. But to the Straights? Terrifying. But what's so terrifying about playing about with your presentation, adopting a visage both alien and familiar, and asserting an identity of your own crea-tion? Oh. Oh, yeah. If you yourself are a cog in the machine, who has no identity but what you've had thrust upon you, us queers jamming up the gears must be a nightmare. But fuck this machine. Fuck your preconceived notions about what we can be, what we must be. It never did me any good and it never did you either. So I choose a life of freedom. Arf, arf, etc., etc.. [line of paw prints]

ARF, ARF, Motherfucker