A Eulogy for JStark
Habent sua fata libelli et balli.
If you are within liberty minded communities and have not heard, JStark has passed.
I am saddened by the death of a brave man, likewise a fellow Kurd strongly influenced by American revolutionary philosophy.
Ultimately his death makes one wonder why free men must consistently pay for their heroics in punishment and sacrifice?
JStark came from a place in the world, where serious personal defense liberties are verboten and the government that would seek to frustrate him, ultimately influenced the birth of his brainchild (the FGC-9), and inspired him to offer up new mechanisms of self-liberation. In JStark’s case, the world of power politics are not illusory when the political makes itself well known, when they raid your home.
As stated by the German thinker Carl Schmitt, “The Sovereign is he who decides the exception.” What JStark, and his brothers understand perfectly about power comes from no better adage than the quote, “the sovereign is he who has the power to say fuck you.” Lifted from Yarvin, who lifted from Schmitt, JStark’s actions were, are (to his bereaved comrades), a living example of our recent ability to use technology to affirm ourselves and our politics. The gun printer understands that the political is not an offering exchanged through cheap democratic capitalism, or that the other zombies of liberalism, marring our political landscape, are embodying living breathing rights. No. The gun printer, above all, knows perfectly well that no one is coming to save you.
When in times of death, we chant Surahs and prayers, we recall the Kaddish, or throw ourselves even deeper into theory. Without regard to death, JStark, who’s gun designs are flying around the air around us, will become a physible reminder of the ability to uplift oneself. His force, his ideas, print themselves, and his FGC-9 is an embodiment of the truth, that we can make our ideals a reality.
It was our mutual forerunner Thomas Paine who wrote to friends and enemies alike in times of the American Crisis. He took great lengths to commend the spirit of those who sacrificed everything for American Revolutionary ideals, which JStark was so fond of.
Paine writes, to General Howe amidst the Revolutionary War, “We know the cause we are engaged in, and through a passionate fondness for it may make us grieve at every injury that threatens it, yet, when the moment of concern is over, the determination, to duty returns. We are not moved by the gloomy smile of a worthless king, but by the ardent glow of generous patriotism. We fight not to enslave, but to set a country free, and to make room upon the earth for honest men to live in. In such a cause we are sure we are right; and we leave to you the despairing reflection of being the tool of a miserable tyrant.”
Thomas Paine knew that his essay was written to invigorate the spirit of those, who’s comrades’ hearts have been touched by the tyrant’s sword. Paine knew that each man killed will be survived by his comrades, and he will be survived by many men who wield their brains as pens writing flames. For every martyr the enemy makes, he should fear doubly the hardness of the men who survive. The enemy of the gun printer knows to beware the men survived by martyrs, for they will be made into monsters.
To his friends, his identity remained a mystery.
To his enemies, his knowledge was war.
He now knows peace.
“Fuck this dystopia.
Fuck Gun Control.
Live free or fucking die.”
- Long live JStark.