Militance Oppression Resistance Acceptionism Love Statism by Max
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Militance Oppression Resistance Acceptionism Love Statism By Max Nowak Table of Contents Preface..................................................................................................................................................1 1Genesis................................................................................................................................................2 2 First Interrogation..............................................................................................................................5 3 On Terrorism......................................................................................................................................7 4 Women.............................................................................................................................................13 5 Second Interrogation........................................................................................................................17 6 About the Knife...............................................................................................................................20 7 The Public-Private Partnership and the Other Public-Private Partnership......................................22 8 Acceptionism...................................................................................................................................25 9 Anna and I Get Together..................................................................................................................29 10 Why Act Morally?.........................................................................................................................30 11 ACAB............................................................................................................................................33 12 Life with Anna...............................................................................................................................35 13 In the Business of Making Money.................................................................................................37 14 A Sense of Humor..........................................................................................................................40 15 Anna Comes Home from Congress...............................................................................................46 16 A Positive Outlook.........................................................................................................................50 17 Utopia Is Impossible; Everyone Who Isn't a Utopian Is a Shmuck...............................................54 18 Restorative Justice.........................................................................................................................57 19 The Law in These Parts.................................................................................................................59 20 Emma.............................................................................................................................................62 21 Liebe Statt Angst...........................................................................................................................67 22 How We Live Now........................................................................................................................69 23 The Only Way To Stop a Bad Guy With a Potato Peeler Is a Good Guy With a Nuke.................77 24 MORALS.......................................................................................................................................80 Preface The first thing I want you to know is that this story contains a true account of my young adult life. Minor changes to the story have been made, only to protect the identity of myself and those whom I love. This work is copyrighted. You do not have permission to distribute, alter, or read any part of this work. In addition to me copyrighting this work, this book includes copyrighted material from other authors. The inclusion of their content in this work is in no way approved by them. The original authors of cited texts are credited. Cited text is always distinguishable from my text because it is presented with bars on each side. Example: Cited text. You have no legal right to distribute, alter, or read any part of this work. But then again, I would be the first to tell you: break the law. 96D6 4C2F 61A2 AB65 206E 1734 F4AD 8B4E 0635 F498 1 Genesis Boom, boom, boom. Three firm bounces on my front door awoke me. My computer was still playing gentle music as my heart rate quickly rose. I feared that I already knew who it was, and I was afraid he was looking for trouble. Luckily Anna was not there, but far away at a conference, away from harm. Naked, and still sleepy, I rushed to put on underwear and sneakers. “I'm coming,” I yelled at him as I took a big kitchen knife from the drawer and walked to the entrance of my Kreuzberg apartment. I was thinking, this could be carnage. Looking past the curtains, I saw nobody in front of my door. Another bad sign. I gripped the knife and took one step back, in fear for what might happen next. Before I realized that I had opened the door, I was blown aback by the wave that entered my home. Unprepared for this forceful confrontation, I could only drop the knife and run in blind fear. Did he bring an army?, I thought to myself, Will my sweet Anna find a mutilated body, or no body at all? An army is unexpected. There were many aggressive voices and I was quickly forced to the ground. I didn't struggle, as there were simply too many of them. I couldn't even move my arms. They rose me to my knees to face one of my assailants–a bold, white man. He was around 40 years old and had great excitement in his eyes. As I tried to constrain my panic, I noticed the man was wearing a kevlar vest, as were my other assailants. “Are there any weapons in the house?” the bold man asked. “What?” I thought out lout, “No, there are no weapons in this house. I see you brought guns, but I don't have a weapon.” Then I saw he was holding … a piece of paper? I still couldn't move my arms and discovered my hands were cuffed behind my back. The bold man told me, “You are under arrest on the suspicion of providing material support to a terrorist organization. Are you Max Nowak?” Good god, I thought. It was just the police. As I looked around for confirmation that it was in fact the police, I counted ten of them. Six were wearing vests and were there just for security while two were bringing in forensic gear (computer, photo-camera, containers), and the last two seemed to just be observing. I was relieved to discover it was the police, but wondered what they were arresting me for. “Do you have identification on you?” the bold man asked while I was on my knees, wearing nothing but my underwear and sneakers. “You think I did what?” I replied. The two that had put the metal on my wrists now made me stand. “You are under arrest on the suspicion that you have provided material support to a terrorist organization.” “And so you bust in here on a Sunday night?” I asked. The situation seemed to be under control. The police had me and I was not fighting. We just needed to get to the police station. There, I would ask for a lawyer before speaking with the police. A lawyer won't show up on a Sunday night, and I would be able to leave the station the morning 2 after, around noon. Then it would take 2, maybe 3 months before everything would be cleared up and the paperwork done. “Are you Max Nowak and do you have identification?” the bold man asked again. “Yes, that's me!” I finally answered him. “My wallet with driver's license is in my jeans, next to my bed. I would like to see your identification as well, pro forma” I told him. The word 'pro forma' was a bit difficult for the police officers; they all had to learn it shortly after signing up for the police force. There are some tensions that naturally arise during a home invasion and terrorism related arrest. These tensions arise even with the very best police officers and during arrests for very minor offenses. Although all police officers have voluntarily joined the police force, they are always stressed-out when performing these routine arrests. To ease the tension, I made two remarks: “On a Sunday night?” and “pro forma”. I felt like both remarks were light and slightly humorous while not showing my disrespect. Still, this officer seemed set on keeping an unfriendly atmosphere. He maintained an ugly face and said that he did not have to show his identification to me. I was escorted out of my house towards an undercover police car by the two officers that had been holding my arms since the moment that I hit the ground. One of them sat behind the wheel while the other was nice enough to sit next to me on the backseat. The three of us drove off, presumably towards a police station, although they didn't tell me. Being an outgoing and very optimistic person, I tried one more time. “So there were ten of you in my apartment of 25m2. Can you believe that in three years, I never had so many people over at once!?” My attempt at casual conversation was met with a stare of disbelief and words that did not leave the officer's mouth. At the police station it was the usual routine: counting the money in my wallet, removing my shoe laces, verifying my identity, no allergies, no drugs, no people that immediately depend on me, and a vegan diet. For some reason, the vegan, as well as the vegetarian diet always requires to be explained