I came across this clip on a dissenter’s website. Thank goodness there are a few people still resisting. I’ve been resisting the dominant narrative all my life, so I don’t know how to stop. I figure I can serve as an avatar for previous versions of humanity when the genetically engineered humanoids are getting injected with more experimental drugs packaged with nano-robotics. I hated Bill Gates from the get-go. Smirky fascist.
I will be working this summer at Rio Grande Del Norte National Monument, a BLM site between Taos and Santa Fe. I am hoping to connect with members of my species in real time and space, contrary to the wishes of our global corporate overlords. I have moved about 40 minutes north of Santa Fe (actually Los Alamos is a quicker grocery store run, hmmm) and am renting an apartment from members of the Sikh community. They are okay with me having … my own thoughts on the covid nightmare. It’s frankly un-american of them, and I like them all the better for it.
I finally received one of the 8 boxes of books shipped to me by a former friend who now informs me I was always teetering between genius and insanity. (I can attest that’s a more engrossing journey than his well-trodden path between fear and mediocrity.) Last night I read journal entries I made 9 years ago. It’s difficult to account for all the time passed, but what I can say is that it’s taken all that time, if not longer, to learn to forgive the human race for its inadequacies, an indispensable lesson. This past year has exposed too many as cowards who are willing to bargain everything for a few seconds longer outside the gas chamber.
Being a traitor to one’s class/education isn’t easy or fun. But I don’t manage cognitive dissonance very well. I was trained early on how to reason deductively as were all those schmucks who are happily lecturing us on the deadliness of this “pandemic” while they swaddle themselves in masks, social distancing, and virtue signaling, and insist that the bottom 1/3 of the population deliver their food and other goodies to their compounds. When I try to imagine how these former classmates of mine (from the best schools in the country) rationalize their privileges, I realize that at some moment they decided a successful life was comprised of what you were able to grab with both hands and keep away from others. It might work for a little longer, at least for them. But I don’t see how their childrens’ futures are being served by genetic engineering, on-line and life-long learning, and the monetization of the natural world. Pretty old school of me, I realize.
I love too (sarcasm font) how Israel’s jumped into the fray. They are the masters of propaganda, so if there’s a diversionary dogfight, they’ll take advantage of it as cover. What’s the line Michael Palin has in Monty Python and the Holy Grail?
All the great art is going the way of the dodo. Instead, we are being force-fed born-to-be-coopted social influencers (read George Saunders’ In Persuasion Nation for a snapshot of this) through an entertainment system propped up by the war machine. Little by little our standards for what we demand have been eroded to the point where we happily tune in to watch others being degraded (Game of Thrones, Yellowstone, etc).
I suppose I should be grateful to still have a brain. It took a lot of sorrow and solitude to preserve the relic-that-is-my-self. I hope that I will be able to offer it in service to a worthy cause soon. We are living through desperately interesting times indeed.