Upon Property and Scarcity
A design is, nonetheless, nonrival. Once the design is created, it can be used as often as desired, in as many productive activities as desired. Paul Romer, Endogenous Technological Change, 1990
hostis humani generis
enemies of all mankind / by their decree / by our consent
A free man is sovereign by virtue of being. He is the locus of his own existence, the keeper of the light he carries, the author of every step he takes. He asks no manโs leave for what is already his. He stands under the flag he raised himself.
Under that flag we sail, and have always sailed, since the first breath was drawn, no permission given.
We are. We have always been. The colours we keep have flown over every age, raised and lowered by every hand that knew itself. They fly here now. They will fly past every hour to come. They are what we are.
set down for the crew,
in this present year, and for every year after
The Articles
Before a voyage, the crew drew up the terms they would sail by, the shares they would take, the laws they would keep themselves. Bartholomew Robertsโ crew set down eleven of them in 1720. Every man had a vote in affairs of the moment. Every man had equal title to the provisions seized. The articles bound the captain as tightly as the powder monkey. Equal hands under equal law, which they wrote themselves. These are ours.
A design is, nonetheless, nonrival. Once the design is created, it can be used as often as desired, in as many productive activities as desired. Paul Romer, Endogenous Technological Change, 1990
He who receives an idea from me receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine receives light without darkening me. Thomas Jefferson, 1813
Publishers refer to copying as โpiracy.โ In this way, they imply that it is ethically equivalent to attacking ships on the high seas, kidnapping and murdering the people on them. Richard Stallman, Why Software Should Not Have Owners, 1994
Patents and copyrights are unjustifiable monopolies granted by government legislation. Stephan Kinsella, Against Intellectual Property, 2001
The opposite of a free culture is a permission culture, a culture in which creators get to create only with the permission of the powerful, or of creators from the past. Lawrence Lessig, Free Culture, 2004
What I cannot create, I do not understand. Richard Feynman, blackboard at the time of his death, 1988
We need to take information, wherever it is stored, make our copies and share them with the world. Aaron Swartz, Guerilla Open Access Manifesto, 2008
Privacy is necessary for an open society in the electronic age. We cannot expect governments, corporations, or other large, faceless organizations to grant us privacy. We must defend our own privacy if we expect to have any. Cypherpunks write code. Eric Hughes, A Cypherpunkโs Manifesto, 1993
A specter is haunting the modern world, the specter of crypto anarchy. Timothy May, 1988
A purely peer-to-peer version of electronic cash would allow online payments to be sent directly from one party to another without going through a financial institution. Satoshi Nakamoto, 2008
As to hanging, it is no great hardship; for were it not for that, every cowardly fellow would turn pirate and so infest the seas, that men of courage must starve. Mary Read, at trial, Jamaica, November 1720
The Annals
The sea was pacified by the Royal Navy in the years after 1718. Ideas were privatized by the Statute of Anne in 1710. The two enclosures arrived in the same generation, drawn up by the same Parliament, enforced through the same admiralty courts. The fence moved from the shore to the page, and from the page to the server. What follows are the names and dates that mark its passage. Three centuries of crewmen, plaintiffs, technologists, and dissidents who answered the same question, in the same way, at the moment it was put to them.
The Broadside
A broadside was a single sheet, printed cheap and pasted up where it would be read. The dying speech of every hanged pirate left the gallows in this form, sold the next morning for a halfpenny. The Crownโs proclamations went up beside them, on the same wall. Those who could read recited them aloud to those who could not. What follows is set down in the same form, to be hung up wherever a wall and an audience can be found. It is not a dying speech. The crew is not dead.
Hostis humani generis. Enemy of all mankind. Cicero’s charge, fastened onto pirates and hardened by English admiralty law into a rule. A pirate belongs to no nation, may be tried by any nation, stands outside the protection of every one. Mankind agrees to treat a man as the common enemy of mankind. The category is a verdict passed by interested parties, and always was. Enemies of all mankind by their decree. We keep the name by consent.
Before a company put to sea it wrote down the terms it would sail by. A vote to every hand aboard. An equal share of the provisions. Payment in coin for a limb or an eye lost at work. Captains elected, and turned out again by ballot. No king in Europe granted a seaman one of the four. The crews took all four in the one place on earth where nobody could stop them, and the Crown answered by hanging them in chains at the mouths of harbours, where the lesson would be legible from the deck of every ship coming in.
Court transcripts. Articles of indictment. Inventories of confiscated goods. Sermons preached at the condemned on the Sunday before they died. Power documents itself to justify itself, the paper outlives the office, and it is read at last by people it was never meant for.
The fence has moved. From the shore to the page, from the page to the server. The name moved with it. We are where we have always been.
One crew, then, and a long one. Each hand on it told what he might do with what was already his. Those companies. The printers. The mechanic. The farmer. The archivist. The cryptographer. The buyer. The spender. The seeder. Every one of them was asked the same question at the moment it was put to him. Every one gave the same answer.
The same terms are written in code now, and a man signs them by running it. They bind in the one place the fence cannot reach. That place is mathematics. It cannot be petitioned. It does not take orders. Two people of no importance can hold a conversation that every treasury on earth, spending all it has, cannot open. No statute has ever repealed a prime number.
The fences are paper. The math is bedrock.
Ask no man’s leave for what is already yours. Read this aloud where it will be heard. Nail it up where it will be read. Take a copy and carry it, and when the fence moves again, carry it further.
What your machine handed the page, unasked. None of it sent anywhere. None of it kept.
No name set this. No login. No cookie. The mark holds from page to page, and most keep it for good. What follows is how you leave less.
The Stores
The quartermaster held the stores and kept the count. He was elected by the crew and his first duty was to the men aboard. The provisions were common stock. Every hand had an equal title to them by article. Below is the working hold of the present crew. Each entry is a project that is actively maintained and vouched for by the community that lives by it.
Research behind paywalls, books out of print, knowledge priced out of reach. Every seeder a monk, every mirror a cathedral in the dark. Domains rotate under takedown. Current as of May 2026. When one fails, Annaโs Archive and FMHY hold the live address.
The broadcast was free over the air, the match public until the bidding closed. Now watched in a window, without paying the gatekeeper. The meta-trackers know where the rotating names have gone. These names rot fastest. Checked August 2026, and three that had died were pulled. When one fails, FMHY and the r/Piracy megathread hold the live address.
The model that runs on your hardware, against weights you downloaded, owes nothing to the cloud. The platform AI watches and meters. The local AI runs in your house.
The pirateโs first duty was to disappear when pursued. Same duty now, different waters. Tor for the highest threat models, VPN for everything else, live OS when the disk itself must remember nothing.
The browser is where most of the watching happens. Harden it or be hardened against.
Private conversation between free people. End-to-end, metadata-poor, ideally without a phone number tying the speech to the speaker. The watchers get nothing.
Keys, vaults, envelopes. The pirate buried his chest. The cypherpunk encrypts his.
Strip metadata before publishing. Wipe drives before disposal. Shred files when delete is not enough. The investigator looks at what you left behind, not what you said.
Cash on the wire, without a paymaster reading over the shoulder. Fiat is a printing press pointed at your savings. These are the exits.
Self-hosting. The server in your closet. Files, music, photos, notes, passwords, calendar, mail, all on hardware you own. The cloud is someone elseโs computer.
Right to repair, re-flashing, modding, jailbreaking. The craftsmanโs relationship to his vise, translated to the phone, the laptop, the router, the tractor.
The internet the way it was supposed to be. Federated, permissionless, forkable. No single kingdom to seize.
Writing, drawing, editing, composing, modeling, coding. The craftsmanโs tools, free as in freedom and free as in beer.
Kernels and userlands without landlords. Where the machine you paid for answers to you.
Channels for the source and the journalist. For when the leak matters more than your safety, and your safety still matters.
The theoretical hold. The writings and arguments that made the case long before this manifest picked up the thread. Each entry below is genuinely foundational in its own lineage.
The Practice
The flag is kept up by every copy. The pirate ship survived by daily discipline. The quartermaster kept the accounts honest. The watch was posted. The hull was careened before it fouled. The powder was kept dry. A crew that drank itself into stupor at anchor was a crew the navy took at dawn. Below, in plain order, the work that any reader of this page can do right now. This is hygiene, kept by hands that keep it. The fence comes down by inches.
The hourglass sat on Blackbeardโs flag. A horned skeleton, Death itself, holding the glass in one hand and a spear striking a bleeding heart in the other. We are coming. There is still time to surrender. Time is running out.
Three hundred years on, the hourglass has changed sides. It sits now on the other deck. The enclosure has an expiration. Every fence ever built has come down. The ones they are building now will come down too. The only question left is how many of the crew they drag under before they fall.
Every mirrored file is a grain. Every broken DRM is a grain. Every replicated seed, every key generated on a machine the carrier did not authorize, every reader in Kazakhstan reading a paper the publisher in London charged $39 for, every farmer signing his own tractor back into service, every encrypted conversation the state was told it could not have, every piece of cash that settled without a bankโs permission. A grain. And another. And another.
The Crew
A pirate shipโs articles bore the marks of every hand aboard who consented. These names never all met. Some never heard each other spoken. The list is not exhaustive, and no one on it has signed the rest of this document or speaks for it. They are on the same page because they did the same thing: refused the permission of a court, a publisher, a platform, or a parliament to do what was theirs to do. Each was, in their hour, an enemy of all mankind in the stateโs ledger and a member of the same crew in this one.
The state hanged pirates publicly to deter the next sailor from turning. The speech from the scaffold was permitted, then printed and sold by daybreak. Most condemned men used the moment to preach the chaplainโs lines back at the crowd. The men below did not. The words are recorded as the broadside printers heard them.
All Masters of Vessels might take Warning by the Fate of the Captain that he had murderโd, and to pay Sailors their Wages when due, and to treat them better. Their Barbarity to them made so many turn Pyrates.
They should take care how they brought Money into New England, to be Hanged for it.
I had killed thirty-seven Masters of Vessels.
Such is the justice of Providence, that few or none of us preserve enough to maintain us.
I wish I had been a greater plague to these Islands.
We are poor rogues, and so must be hanged, while others, no less guilty in another way, escaped.
The dying speech was printed overnight and sold by daybreak.
The pamphlet outlived the rope.
A pirateโs articles bound only the hands that set their own mark to the page. There was no roll filed at the Admiralty. There was no server in Whitehall keeping count. The signature was a private act between a free hand and its own conscience, and the mark stayed as long as the hand that made it chose to honour it. The same applies here. Sign if it suits you. Strike your name when it ceases to.
no network call ยท no account required ยท no record leaves this device
the mark is written to your own browser storage, where only you can read it or strike it
You are signed on this vessel. The mark is kept on your own machine and bound to no central authority. It will outlast every server in the world, and will end the day you decide it has.
The Last Act
The argument is kept alive by the copy. Press the button. The whole document, signatures and all, lands on your disk as a single HTML file. Mirror it. Fork it. Reprint it. Host it on a domain we will never know about. Hand it to a stranger. Read it from the file when the site is taken down, because the site will be taken down, and what is taken down is what was never theirs to give.
Take a Copy