“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.
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.
As regards to ownership it never entered my mind. Renting always seemed superior. I aimed for low rent Bohemia expecting I know not what, I guess a change of scene, a chance to develop my own way. Work too had the reeking smell of a mortgage. So I tried my hand at working in the "Resistance." After Gulf War 2 though I shifted to PI plaintiff paralegal. 5 years into this I break my arms and foolishly jumped into the sea originating home loans. A terrible decision but one in which I educated myself about many things. I suppose today in discussions with a handful that Great Nature would be wonderful. I am very isolated in a small town now but it purports to be a City. Surely one problem is I am small group conversation oriented. I have no interests to group me with like minded. I detest book groups. I detest even more literary fandom. I have never had the money to be a Cinephile. I join no gym. Matters little today. World changed and I was adapted long before to that which came to stay.
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/danger-real-deep-states-plot-destabilize-nation-working
“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.
As regards to ownership it never entered my mind. Renting always seemed superior. I aimed for low rent Bohemia expecting I know not what, I guess a change of scene, a chance to develop my own way. Work too had the reeking smell of a mortgage. So I tried my hand at working in the "Resistance." After Gulf War 2 though I shifted to PI plaintiff paralegal. 5 years into this I break my arms and foolishly jumped into the sea originating home loans. A terrible decision but one in which I educated myself about many things. I suppose today in discussions with a handful that Great Nature would be wonderful. I am very isolated in a small town now but it purports to be a City. Surely one problem is I am small group conversation oriented. I have no interests to group me with like minded. I detest book groups. I detest even more literary fandom. I have never had the money to be a Cinephile. I join no gym. Matters little today. World changed and I was adapted long before to that which came to stay.
You write so beautifully. ❤️🔥 Please keep it up. I see what you do; the danger is severely underestimated by nearly all.