Went to see the captain, strangest I could find
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line
I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools
Long story made short is I did do so. Now 2024 has come. I see the road was not well trod which I traversed. No corporate job. Jobs fleeing me as if I were infected by a mind virus called freedom. Refusing the cubicle world, the car commute, the banality of that normal life even as a child, probably especially as a child, I wondered why no one could see, no one would speak, why the obvious eluded educated and why the educated were not broad minded but as narrow as a nanotech straw. I was a very isolated person and still remain quite isolated in a once bustling town. My wife was my anchor and now my ship wrecked in the foggy port in the land of the Great Fear. Once the land had people living life. Now they mask at a cough, My friend the Zen bookseller works behind plexiglass and behind plexiglass masks-and I gave him a folder full of information on masks and Covid lies. I more recently gave him the Pentagon idea to use lethal force. A mind as mine meeting a mind as his over 35 years -absurdity. I do not do Zen. I do no thing. I walk, I talk, I see like Ferlinghetti’s dog and I recall when my friend was a John Kerry Democrat. And I also recall him protesting the Gulf War sitting silently in his Zen robes in front of the Federal building.
A long strange trip to be sure has becalmed my ship in this land. The national population is networking itself now into a frenzy over the PR icon they are ordered to at least have an opinion regarding that conforms to the PR. To say the difference is indistinguishable- aside from rhetoric -is to risk being thought a malcontent. We are to vote for the whip hand. Even your protest vote is helping the whip hand. Affluent Americans, collect them all, pleased with material success and wishing more material success (trickle down to me) they consent to swindle and then pleased as punch assent to their slow death.
Confused in the land of Great Fear is the populace. The People knows that mouth shut like eyes, stipulating to the Credo Ad Absurdum of Holy DEI, is safe. Safety is crucial in the land of Great Fear. A writer named Wylie wrote a very caustic book -Generation of Vipers published in 1943. In it Wylie criticizes various aspects and beliefs of contemporary American society, including Christianity; prominent figures such as politicians, teachers, and doctors; and "momism" or the adoration of mothers. If I rewrote this title for 2023 I believe one aspect I would stress is the negative aspect of the culture of the Great Mother. I think of this in a way as the twin of the “Tiger Mother”. Fierce. Hyper-Protective. The world is wicked, the child must be protected and SAFE. Nurture is what doctors and child psychologists say it is. And writ large our government is this outwardly. Only seemingly though, for in actuality the populace is Hansel and Gretel lost in the woods.
“Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.”
I insist that voting shuffles deck chairs on the sinking Titanic. I also insist free people require no government, no schools, and free people need not be industrial micro-serfs. The proposition I set forth is Utopian. And after Millenia of State dystopia surely today with all our baubles we have toys aplenty and can free ourselves! Perchance my Autumn day dream. At this moment if I scry the coming days Halloween seems the best metaphor. Costumes, parties, candy poisoned or with needles served with a smile at the door to Hansel and Gretel.
Hag and hungry goblins no costume required and all the horror movies Americans adore. All true! All today! After Covid and Before Covid nightmare world and in this dream normalcy is SAFE. Life is risk! Death a surety! Safe? What do you mean? The silences are loud with the words of FEAR. We then are told a Champion has come if we wisely place them into power and obey. No Messiah, all agree, but better because materialist ideology schooled into us hath banished the spirt to become a clock arising from Quarks. And the Champion is the the Tick-Tock Man or Womyn or Hermaphrodite who we are assured knows movements of the clock so precisely we never can be Unsafe.
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“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out ... without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane, intolerable.”
- H. L. Mencken
If the three-ring circus that is the looming presidential election proves anything, it is that the Deep State’s plot to destabilize the nation is working.
The danger is real.
I too can no longer bring myself to participate in what I see as idiot exchanges, the car, the commute, the fluorescent lights, shiny things. A 30, 50, 100+ year reality check that finally reads false, unreal, therefore now at least known and true. The mortgage an anchor, no promise of exit or profit, grateful for a roof., would rather a much smaller one with only wood heat. Reorienting. People I consider advisors say I could leave but to keep the house and rent it out for 'the going' price, which is exorbitant. I find this to be disgusting, and yet I do consider it. I did not want to be connected, entangled, spread out, that way. I keep seeing myself, now 60, with but a backpack and bicycle, taking trains to visit relatives. I am quite vexed by not wishing to spend time among the jabbed, and 90% of my relatives and ex friends are. I simply cannot speak openly and honestly to them, for I am the messenger to kill.