Fortieth Communique of the Individualists Tending Toward the Wild

“Vengeful spirits will hack the sky to pieces with their machetes, the forest behind the sky will fall upon us. So swift will be the end that we will not have time to scream. The spirits, untethered from the earth, will smash the sun, moon, and stars. And there shall be nothing but darkness..” 


The natural cycles continue on their course, the continuous movement of life and death…in that form we make our return, like the sprouting shoots of spring made strong by the cruelty of winter. “All has its moment. There are moments to speak and moments to keep silent. Moments of stillness and moments to act. Patience was and will be the greatest attribute of the savages.”

We recommended ourselves to the sky, the moon, the stars, and abandoned a package-bomb at the entrance of the Physics and Astronomy Space in the University City, addressed to Dr. Gloria Dubner, director of the establishment, who was awarded recently for her progressive efforts in support of the techno-industrial system. It seems that the person in charge of the place perceived that something was amiss and decided to call the police. We remark here that this won’t stop us. On the contrary, it compels us to do more. The next time we won’t fail. The package was aimed to wound physically and emotionally all of the techno-geeks who were nearby; not only Gloria herself but any student or simple worker. We don’t make distinctions in this war that we wage against our own species. We chose this establishment in particular because of the disgust it causes us seeing the human insisting on controlling everything. We see the sciences (specifically space sciences) as the clear expression of that sick wish to reduce all phenomena to simple numbers and calculations, domesticating all that is wild, to place at the forefront the ideologies and infrastructures that cement today’s hyper-technological world. In this view it is common to think about inhabiting other planets and traveling through space, daydreaming about ways to make life “easier” and more “comfortable”. All the while they ignore what’s below our feet, in our environment, and principally inside ourselve.

We know that we are not going to stop techno-industrial progress with attacks such as these, but at least the great minds of our time will have to walk around more cautiously. We lurk about their houses and work places. With the return of ITS activity in this region, death will prowl about the universities and bars, parks and malls, and in any place where the human masses move about. We have the determination to carry out this war until the last consequences. Being an international terrorist group responsible for six murders, many wounds, and property destruction, they will know that the threats are very real… Speaking with actions more than with empty words, the chaotic dance of the wild constellations continues on its course.

With Wild Nature at our side:

Individualists Tending Toward the Wild – Argentina

Wild Constellations



I have been exhorted by those around Little Black Cart to issue a response to the latest criticism to Atassa and eco-extremism, which is notable only for its verbosity. I do not want to waste much time on this. Most of this was not really addressing anything I wrote, and so I cannot personally respond in that sense. Much of the criticism was addressed to Black Seed #5, to which I contributed, but again, it did not mention my article.

  1. The brief section that addressed my article, “Atassa: Lessons of the Creek War,” almost in the same breath praised Tecumseh’s exhortation to knock the white man on the head with the war club, and yet a few lines letter clutched pearls (how gendered and misogynist of me, I know) over the violent sexualized deaths of the women during the sack of Fort Mims. This while skipping all of the other atrocities of scalping, babies being smashed on the ground, and one boy being slaughtered right in front of the slave who was caring for him. I am genuinely at a loss at their selective indignation, just as I am at a loss that the supposed death of one particular person (who happened to be a woman) has led to the issuing of criticism after criticism of eco-extremism, as she was not the first victim, and will not likely be the last. Again, there are those who have consistently condemned eco-extremism from the beginning, and that’s understandable. But the “they killed a defenseless woman” trope of victimhood and martyrdom seems a little too predictable to me. I suppose some people’s deaths are holier than others. And I’m sure Tecumseh meant soft warning taps of the war club on the head.
  2. The author(s) question my sources, saying that I am quoting “just white people,” which is interesting since I indicate that the Creek War was a civil war. Which indigenous people are we to believe: the indigenous people who were fighting on the side of the whites or those who were opposing them? Were the Creeks getting vengeance at Fort Mims for atrocities that were committed against them by the whites, when the whites weren’t even in the war at that point (the Fort Mims Massacre brought the U.S. into the war)? And as for “whites,” leaders of the Red Sticks like William Weatherford were more than half white; indeed people on both sides were heavily mixed race, etc. etc. That’s the thing about Manichean leftist categories: they never work in reality.
  3. Concerning the critique of anthropology, I don’t think I used anthropology in my piece. What’s more, I don’t consider anthropology a science, that is, a discipline or discourse that creates reproducible knowledge, so I have a “trust but verify” approach until I am shown otherwise. What else is there to do? “Listen to indigenous voices”? Listen to the voices of those who killed and enslaved the Red Sticks? I don’t consider “indigenous” peoples to have more “rights” than anyone else, because I leave hagiography to the Catholic Church. The burden falls on those who seek to make anthropology into a blueprint of the ideal world they seek to fight for. If you want to reverse engineer an egalitarian utopia, good luck using anthropology or any other flawed quack social science. You’re going to need it.
  4. Also, in case you didn’t realize, I’m not “white”.
  5. One incendiary device outside of an anarchist occupied auditorium makes for a “war against anarchists”? I still don’t think this song is about you, anarchist.

The problem that this article dances around is the problem of evil. What causes it? What causes people to do bad things? Are bad things the product of civilization, systematic oppression, contact with impure people, etc. etc.? Most of these conversations aim for science and land squarely in theology, which is to be expected. One simply cannot stand that people do bad things, and so one must oppose the bad things, shun people who do them, condemn people who fail to condemn them, etc. etc. But I believe that bad things just are: all of the complaining, exhortations, anathemas, haven’t diminished any of them. Or they turn them into some other bad thing. I don’t expect much more from the world. I am surprised that some people still do, but I can’t help that very much.

There is nothing more tired than an 80 page impotent screed, so I won’t devote any more time to it.

-Abe Cabrera




Thirty-Ninth Communique of the Individualists Tending Toward the Wild

Following the latest criticisms and responses that the anarchic nuns have spit out to people to defend their anarchist “comrades” who live in Chile along with us, we want to express some irrefutable points to situate the debate a bit.

We would like to speak of an “insurrectionary anarchist affinity group of tension,” or whatever they call themselves, that made amoral indiscriminate attack their own. FINALLY THEY ENTERED INTO OUR MADNESS! Or rather, they did so some time ago, and now they want to resurface.

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Another mandatory PSA

Well, looks like our favorite muppet and basement dweller Scott Campbell decided to draw out the already tiresome fatwa against ITS and everyone he doesn’t like. So just really quickly:

Scottie either thinks we’re working for Interpol or that Interpol should be breaking down Abe Cabrera’s door because he’s the “official spokesperson” for ITS. After all, “fair is fair”, that’s what they did to the ELF supporters back last decade… well, here’s the thing, Atassa is a literary project. We aren’t getting secret messages from ITS, and no eco-extremist activity occurs within the borders of the United States of America. So the reason no one has busted our doors down yet is because, wait for it… the First Amendment. You know, the same laws you hope protect you when you publish stuff on your website about sabotage and vandalism (which you seem to receive from “anonymous contributors,” but we won’t say much about that.) That didn’t stop you from getting kicked off of Patreon though. I know, so sad.

If you really want to know how we are the spokespeople for ITS, we will share with you our super-secret, highly technologically advanced manner of communicating with them. You ready? Here we go:

  1. Open a browser of your choice.
  2. Open
  3. See if they posted anything new today.
  4. Translate it if we feel like it, or if we think it’s cool.

Alright, lock us up. I’m mentally prepared to disappear into an Eastern European black site and be tortured by the non-stop playing of Taylor Swift albums and sleep deprivation.

So Scottie, either come out and say it: Do you think we’re cops, or should the cops arrest us for material support for terrorism? Maybe you need to make some phone calls.

As for the rest, we’re misanthropes and we don’t care. But we try to create some sweet, sweet memes.

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With Wild Nature on our side (yeah, we know that triggers you).

-Abe Cabrera

Call for submissions (sort of)

Atassa 2 is likely to be released the end of this year / beginning of next year. Do you have an idea? Do you want your name (pseudonym) in print? Do you want people to hate your guts because you write in defense of a bunch of murderous psychopaths? Do you have Daddy issues? Can you string together a few sentences? Drop us a line:

We prefer prose over poetry. In fact, unless you’re the Second Coming of Robinson Jeffers, we would prefer no poetry at this point, but you could always try. We’ll print anything if it’s good and on topic. We don’t have any themes for this issue, and we like to be surprised.

We have a soft deadline of November 1st, 2017. Please don’t send strange files, or we’ll just delete them (especially if we don’t know who you are). You can write letters to the editor too I guess. Ideally, you would just send a submission in the body of your email. You can also leave a submission in the contact box if on the run from Interpol or whatever, we understand. For starters, you can send us some sort of abstract of what you think you would like to work on, and if you are comfortable with us contacting you concerning your submission. If not, we will weigh all submissions on their content and merits.

Happy writing folks! Let’s make it a good one!

38th Communique of the Individualists Tending Toward the Wild

I. The dream

I had a dream where anarchism had the appearance of a human being.

Yes, it was precisely like a normal person with a head, legs, arms… All that is needed.

In the dream that I had anarchism died.

Suddenly, an accursed silent illness took hold of him, without symptoms. One day it knocked on his door and took him away.

Just like that.

Without time to act, understand, try…

Without escape.

Without warning.

No call beforehand.

Death did its job, turned around, and kept going down its path.

Not even a word, a gesture, a glance weighed with meaning.


II. Waking up.

Upon waking up, I realized it was a dream and I began to think.

Strange connections, reflections, cerebral impulses…

And afterwards I laughed.

My laughter became uncontainable, profound, full. Almost inconvenient.

It was a laughter so strong that tears filled my eyes and my sides moved.

You will ask why this reaction. That’s understandable.

Well, in my dream, Death treated anarchism (with the appropriate small “a”), exactly like all things and people.

Death acted and afterward continued to carry out its affairs.

Without conceding any privileges.

And while anarchism was dying without a burial, it continued the effort concerning its why and its debates, the comparisons, the propositions, morality, objective, resources, times, the interminable assembly, forms, and the whole catalogue of idiocies that, effectively, were not anything more than the same disease that was killing it.

Indignant, anarchism asked for solidarity from all places.

Anarchism, unsettled, was not able to resign itself: it was dying without anyone telling it, not even a sign or an indication, nothing.

And all the while all of this occurred. And no one cared.

Or better put, no one was interested.

So many years of history, so many battles, an honorable militancy on the global scene only to die under such banal circumstances, in the midst of general indifference.

And this guy who in my dream represented anarchism, he was livid.

And you won’t believe why.

In that extreme moment he had to get livid due to his unforeseen disappearance, for the manner in which his death was manifested: nothing epic, nothing heroic, no police frame-up or life sentence, nothing- or why no one was noticing its death.

Anarchism was dying anonymously, angry, amidst general indifference.

III. Epilogue

In these times, to dream with the anarchism, truly one has to overdo it at the bar or have ingested some natural or synthetic herb.

In any case when the mind has been freed and savagely separates itself from the civilizing control of reason, this makes the masks fall away and reveals, behind the dreams, the more inconfessable realities.

Friends, anarchy has died.

In general indifference.

It died from an excess of morality.

I know this now, it makes one laugh to the point of tears.

No one misses it.


Prowling Port Monkeys (ITS-Chile)

Thirty-Seventh Communique of the Individualists Tending Toward the Wild

Stealthy like the puma, on Monday August 7th we boarded a bus transporting masses and herds. We look at the faces of the passengers: there are 8 or 9 of them, and they all have the same face. They are all dominated by dirty society, worn down from the work that gives them artificial progress and false comfort. We don’t feel sorry for them, they’re all the same. They disgust us, their very existence perpetuates the same hyper-civilized society that enslaves them, the one that destroyed the natural state. This society annihilated our ancestors who did know how to live in the wild.

We carried a contraption with us. We had tested it before, leaving nothing to chance. It’s simple: two bottles filled with gasoline, a boiling mixture, a bulb, a clock with modifications that gave us time, and a switch as the safety. We left it under a seat and we sat in the back. We calculated the time and got off before it went off. Even though people were not burned, the damage we caused was more than what was expected. This time luck with on our side: the fire reached the electrical wires and lit a business on fire that turned out to be a hardware store!! Three birds with one stone: the Transantiago bus, the power line, and the store where more machines and chemical products were sold! Attention, the next ones could be those who use them!

This time the place we attacked was planned so that it coincided with an avenue where they are building a new corridor of the Transantiago and new metro lines, where more vehicles that carry imbeciles will occupy spaces that once were wild. This time it was the north of the city, before it was in Providencia, tomorrow it could be in any part of this dirty capital that we choose.

And lastly… No press, it was not a malfunction of the bus, don’t be stupid… this time more direct in the eye! No police-prosecutors-judges-government-whatever, don’t use the cliché statement, “causes that are still being investigated”. You were no match for the dudes from ITS-HMB, nor for the S.I…. now you don’t want to open more cases that you won’t be able to solve. This was our work and we take responsibility for it. Come at us from wherever, you won’t find us. Look for us on you security cameras, you won’t find us there because there were none. We planned this well and we aren’t prepared to transform ourselves into symbols, we would rather die first. We are already in hiding, stalking other prey.

Vengeance! The wekufes accomany us, and the darkness keeps us.

War against human progress!

Sincere complicity! Long live the Mafia of Extremist Individualists!

Individualists Tending Toward the Wild

-Vengeful Inquisitory Band