Too often many prefer their head severed from the body as an ultimate prize to be severed from an otherwise bothersome so much baser throne. A signature of all those who would supervise the heavens upon a strict timetable barring any unexpected interruption. The incongruity of the two embodied in that unsettling liaison between man and woman with no possible middle ground of the appearance of offspring. These larger infants plagued with contradictions before the bond between them has been finally reached. That poorly hidden desire for connection never winning out save by some overwhelming circumstance of cruelly applied fate. The bond between inner self and flesh has since become beyond burdensome. Any connections with others equally beset even being more loathsome. The guide to one’s existence is too often by way of too many irksome feelings from that brooding animal deep within. The uselessness of a cloud barring an otherwise sunny landscape turned too often into a stormy sea offering only a constant threat of chaos. The balance of one’s daily attempt at industry ever counter-posed with angst making one wonder if their efforts are somehow misguided from the start or simply misplaced? Ruthlessness of will to overcome one’s own nature and reign supreme over every other ever on display! The candle burning brighter and too often finds illumination only from one’s solitude. The daily market rate of exchange gathering only fools. And of course, those who would keep them so. Belief sold as instrumentation to continued care free existence. But being at the end of the day only a net cast forth communally to finally snag all. And at their own expense! Society defined earnestly as a daily jungle of the mind where the innocent become grist for the mill that will grind the wheat for all the rest. Slow witted hungry cannibals that are secretly fore sworn to ancient temple idols. Those few that are cloistered in the shadows and too often call out to be washed in a constant supply of human blood. That beast known as society very short on compassion but flowing in the continuous release of bottled up excess. Those lesser animals making up the mob ever destructive to their own cause.
My music and perhaps the structure underlying my mindset lies some forty years out of date with current times. Steely Dan? Who the fuck are they? Old people’s music! Old people’s ideas. Old people’s ideas. What kind of universe is this? One where everything should be tossed because one single person who has the ear of the media says it is long past time. The past has been condemned as racist! Unusable by anyone of conscience who cares about people’s feelings. Those who feel it is proper to stop the entire roadway at rush hour to protest some new devised form of outrage in the minds of those that at twelve or twenty know everything in the world that is worth knowing. And more important knows more about what no one should be allow to think or be.
Better to sanction all speech and blindfold one’s eyes lest one inadvertently offend some fractional demographic of a newly announced victim group by a recognized minority? Defend them to the death! Or at least until the police lines remain quiescent in the face of their abuse. Honor thy father and thy mother? Even the Hitler youth would have more respect in that category compared to this new set that seem remorseful that they were not asexually spawned in a Petri dish. No! it is better to get rid of them all. And honor at any cost the inclinations of any color beyond their own ‘WHITE’ skin!
It is hard to understand how mentally trashed this sort of individual has become? How infiltrated this society has become in its festering decadence. The admonishment of past generations to keep those metaphysical city gates closed to wandering mountebanks now completely lost in modern terms to the seven winds. And now must suffer an unwanted transition backwards to to those basics to fight a tooth and nail continental war to regain the land. Who says life is about peace and contentment?
The old ones of the past always said that you had to always be ready to sacrifice one’s self if they wanted to keep their freedom. Now it seems that the last chance of an eleventh hour redemption is at hand. Blood must be spilled. The shame of it being that we have to fight our own children. Those who were allowed to draw deeply unattended at pools of poison that were once thought to be centers of public education. Places where it is now all too plain that we were betrayed by those entrusted with our kids. Places where instead of learning to love themselves they learned to hate and loath their own and then call those sorts of falsehoods justice. The word sadness can not ever convey the sorrow of one’s entire sense of existence gone to Hell.
All day I have dragged my ass about the confines of my two bedroom abode. The events of the last weeks both enraging and depressing me. My country under fire from an insurgent force determined to topple it from within. A great disappointment with generations that have been crippled by that pseudonym loosely termed ‘Education‘ which is little more than Marxist claptrap instructing them that they must go along to get along as they are warehoused in anticipation of being demeaned as useful cogs in a cynical inhuman hegemony. Public officials that have done everything in their power to violate their oaths of office to keep this land and its people safe. All for the sake of those special favors of wealth and status. And those under the burden of those commands being attacked from both sides to the point that too many have stood the brunt no longer having faith in a system that has betrayed them. The canon of history evidencing similar insurgencies in other locales that have led to national collapse. Decades of genocidal murder and unnecessary world wars drummed up only on the basis of a privileged few to pursue an agenda of garnering ever increasing wealth and power. And here we all are allowing it to happen again! All for the genuflecting for false ideals that few really believe in advanced by psychopaths that care not either way. Demons with two legs that have de-evolved into animals celebrating the slaughter that their handlers in high places guarantee will not lead to the appropriate stern consequences they so richly deserve to suffer.
The only question I can offer up is, “Why!” Why are people that simply want to follow through on the conduct of regular existence in a civil society such cowards that they will not heed the call and band together to defeat these cowards most of whom hide behind the facade of status and respect to toss lie after lie at the public demanding that the rest of us call it truth, or else! What is there to lose at this point that has not already been taken from us. Our jobs? GONE! Our future prosperity? GONE! Our faith in government to do their job to protect us? GONE! GONE! GONE! And that of our children as free to think for themselves and carve out their own niche? For who can live their lives on handouts and not end up a slave in the end? Is mortal life most valuable than risking it to defend the world that we must live in while we are alive? And if not now, then ever? Not by a schedule of colors or cults that label us but by common interest to devise a stable civil society that does its best to survive tyrants and defeat them whatever stripes they claim to represent. Not by damning the remnants of history from past conflicts by obliterating them from our consciousness by physical destruction that in the end show the ways by exposing both flaws as well as valor where are forbears were connived to take up arms against each other. But only managed to further defeat themselves! The time has come to push back against all those who would destroy us. Whether it be by specious words or covert weaponry. To reject the continuous bombardment of fear and starve off the entities who find it profitable to spread it. For where have we got to go at this point if we do not?
The big black baby cries and we all had to pony up
it arrived on our doorstep fifty years ago
supposedly all alone and helpless and abandoned
and out of kindness we tried to take care of it
but it never grows up, never, never but never!
it just get angrier and meaner and more demanding
free money, more free rent, free education, free jobs
the kinds of pie in the sky opportunities that we had not
and so it started causing trouble, trouble, and more trouble
throwing its weight around soiling everything it touched
it just wanted more, more, more, and even more
and when we didn’t feed it more, it was our fault
somebody told it that we were bad and to blame
because we worked harder but it didn’t do as well
it just cried, and cried, crying for its own kind of justice
it became a martyr and victim as its primary cause in life
while other abused babies grew up and grew out of it
others became adults, got a job, and made it on their own
because we felt guilty never having done enough to feed it
we abandoned our jobs, our children, and gave up our lives
till we were displaced and our society was totally transformed
a good-hearted gesture of ignoring our our own babies for it
and finally no longer having resources left to feed its demands
it cried, ranted and raved, finding reason to burn our house down
The transformation of the Social Justice Warrior into the Social Justice Soldier. Whatever happens, those inducted into the ranks must march ahead face forward to the drumbeat of the latest call to injustice to wave the bloody shirt of someone completely unknown to them and then tear down their own society without question. A generation raised in falsehoods and fantasies about world events that they have no time, innate ability, or inclination to critically weigh. Just the crowd consensus dynamic that says, “Join us or you will be considered one of them!” Like children, factored out of any discussion by their Marxist influenced betters who promote race baiting and effuse White guilt to put down any insurrection in the ranks! “March on and enjoy the Revolutionary spirit of our Judeo-Bolshevik grandfathers who toppled Tsarist Russia and exterminated its Christian Orthodox population en masse!“, their black clad leaders silently chuckle. That drunkenness of power to motivate mobs to destroy their own culture a heady brew for too many of these ideologues directing the rank and file of these useful idiots to enact the pre-planned chaos. And when the smoke clears and some of these useful sheep feel the pinch of the damage that they have done to their own and have been an integral part in fostering find more guilty but silent emotion as these same fools wrestle mightily trying to justify hurting their own kind. Unable to violate that ideologically based rule of consensual silence to cite those that egged them on to commit these crimes. And no one able to assign total responsibility to where it should rightfully fall. Upon themselves!
The fucked up generation! Unable to distinguish right from wrong from the latest episode of game of thrones and the latest PBS rewriting of history. Sweet boys who missed out on a manly right of passage into adulthood. Perpetually diffident ever angry harpies clinically anatomically bestowed with vaginas but absolutely no idea of gender or the purpose for using them. Ever ready to act out another Antifa supplied fantasy of world revolution bestowed upon them by so many Jew funded NGO’s. Summoning their storehouse of knowledge from an unending number studies classes that only taught them to hate others as well as themselves. To genuflect to social distancing from their families while embracing the dregs of the recalcitrant ethnic minorities. Pawns in the hands of Leftist ideologues working to gain power for their own with the hopes of exterminating these fools the moment that they are no longer useful as shields. Going home each night with their masters degrees in social work and psychology to live in their parent’s basements or above their carports. Some are angry, most are board, whatever they are they provide good cover for the privileged class of ghetto looters that when not padding their pockets with government handouts and hands up’s. At the first sign of an organized racial event they go straight to the nearest Walmart or Target and clean it out! What is to love when your a brain addled money sponge helping the once well to do White Middle Class to become extinct so their Jewish ‘neighbors‘ feel more safe? That’s why the noble sons of Antifa have all but practically been Bar Mitsvahed! The revolutionary spirit of getting away with giving other people Hell in order to make your own SJW bound ego’s feel good. In the Zionist patois, we used to call them Nazi’s! But the reality may be more accurately suggested that many had distant relatives back home in Bolshevik Russia pressing the triggers at the nape of the necks of millions of unfortunate Kulak Middle Class there. Like great-grandfather’s like sons! The new right of passage for white males is tearing down their own culture while obsessively kissing ghetto ass! It make one feel good to run around dressed all in black to humiliate their own families by adopting that mindset and proving that they can be just as degenerate as the unfortunate minorities that continue to despise them. Just think of what they will safe when they get home in the wee hours of the morning and find that their brothers in arms just burned and looted their family’s business? “Oop! Mom and Pop!” “I guess getting the money from you to buy the latest Atari games console from Amazon is out of the question now?“
Rum guts bad package too far gone to expect anything else but!
I belch, spill out, and blow out, the residue of that restless animal within
blinded by the morning like two diamond crushed into each eye
well-washed and dressed and clean clothes attired for the moment
that blazing aroma of my insides threatening contamination all around
trapped in your own doubts, millions of you, just the same, inert
not enough outdoors time, minds ceaselessly exploited by your masters
fear, constant fear, 24/7 fear, all day long, don’t touch, don’t breath
avoid everyone else, maybe your own children, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub
stand in line to pay more for less available, cash poor, credit cards maxed
stay at home, don’t go out, fear of arrest, angry words, slap, slap , punch
where is this all going, don’t think, don’t reason, go along, stay in bed, sleep
fart along with me, rum guts, bad nuts, scream and shout, bellow and roar
and be damned that I dreamed that I might be our governor in Florida!
Most people would prefer that someone would wash their hands before taking a pee. I know I would! But Rodrigo was the sort of person had a higher regard for himself and he valued his penis as a violinist might treasure a Stradivarius. Though his equipment might have been said to be less spectacular than most, his notion was that since he would be afforded only one of same then he would take special care of it. And perhaps was the false sense of strength that led to his eventual undoing? The conceit of it being his own form of sacrament that should be guarded from those others less sacrosanct in their ways with their own respective architectures. The reserve accompanying this attitude leading to a decided lack of its possible employment both socially and in the case of marriage, in earnest. He would have preferred it be stung by some desert insect rather than risk it to the clutches of some scabby old two legged lizard’s lingering tongue.
His baby sister Marietta, on the other hand, couldn’t leave well enough alone. Her fingers always disappearing surreptitiously under her skirts to scratch, pick and explore. That was if not under direct adult supervision. Something being hypnotic to her about this strange device so perfectly hidden betwixt her legs and secreted from view. Unlike her brother she was often prone to allow third party observation both by prior tentative agreement as well as be frequent accident. The sort of practice that she had the good judgment to keep to herself and far away from the prying eyes of any nearby adults. Leaving one to note that her popularity among members of the opposite gender at an early age was great indeed. A fact that was annoying to her brother during those times when he was required to ferry her around the neighborhood as mandated by their parents to the hoots and wolf whistles of those little rat faced boys hanging around his neighborhood that he thought might one day be his friends.
A sense of maturity and adult decorum entering into the picture for both of them over time. The transition bringing no significant changes of respective attitudes beyond that certain marked strategy of employ. Promiscuity in passing temporal friendships for one and a lingering social drought for the other. The etherial lure of bearing children considered from their different poles of perspective, surprisingly similarly and perfectly aligned. Perhaps the common expression of a prevelant family trait for the extreme members of the litter. The middle two totally conventional in their outlook and engaged in marriage at an early age bearing fruit to entrench the family name for future eras. Perhaps these two miscreants where destined for a solipsistic solitary existences.
The constant patter of rain against the lounge window had lost its charm. Being housebound had a distinctively irritating quality to it. “You like french fries, I like french fries, we all like french fries!” You’re going to die! I’m going to die! We’re all going to die! I guess I have lost all my personal empathy for others since my parents stepped down from their thrones on Mt. Olympus and having become mortal summarily died. A random anonymous distant voice from far below says a distant “Fuck You!” in a heavy Spanish accent. Now all of a sudden it is sunny and two days later and we are on the couch. Mutually exclusive to each other. Old worn threadbare furniture far past an appointment with the trash. So much having gone on upon it over intervening the years. Thank God for cool clean fresh air and blue skies. We get that so infrequently now.
The televison’s incessant monologue carries on within the room unattended. Old and new saggingly familiar faces of those barely acknowledged save for the clint of each of their familiar smiles and scowls delivered to respective teleprompters. They don’t have to wonder where the money comes from to pay the basic bills ensuring a roof over their heads or food on the table! They are of a class that has been given the golden plate opportunity to sell out for the big dollars. How many other bodies left in the dust of their wake being of no concern to them. They go out each night to each other’s abodes and carry on uninterrupted with expensive refrigerators full of ice cream in all the best flavors. Sex for them is seeing their image up high for a moment projected on Times square.
My name is Samuel, and they took away my dreams of a future. And then with this virus thing come down around everybody’s shoulders. They took away my routine. There wasn’t much left after five years of being outed, down and out, the future promise of all that was left after there wasn’t really much more to expect after everything else had become a bad cliche. The half-hearted attempt as a daily routine was the last thing that made any sense. But now nothing made any sense save to sit still and wait to die. “Bird, bird, bird, bird is the word, ba, ba, ba, ba, bird bird bird, bird is the word!” No pressure! No victims. No pain. No regret! Nothing.
When I was young I though myself a rich kid. I didn’t think that anything could hurt me. Occasionally, I pulled a dumb self-serving stunt. Not burning down a building or sticking my fingers in a cash register when nobody was looking, or anything. But living for a short time in places that even a rat would think twice about staying in. Just to see how it was! Knowing that Daddy or Mommy, or somebody would pull me out of there, and rescue me with a check for plane fare back home. But now I then I had gotten my deep down secret wish. I was poverty bound with no hope of ever getting back to any semblence of unearned prosperity. Sinking ever further into the mud of my own indifference. What did I care? I’d been there so many times before!
Water has a way of seeking it’s own level! Check the toilet if you are in doubt. Now I have the rest of the whole world to keep me company floating about in the shitter! Their better’s pulling the plug on the whole bunch of us all at the same instant. We are all fucked from this day forth. The past is now a bad dream merely there to get in the way of surviving what is evidently our fear ridden future. No job, no money, no where to live, no food, no car, no clothes, no nothing. But hey, that was already said! Anger in a man is something always self-indulgent. When you let it out of the cage, it immediately gets out of hand. Too soon it turns out to be the predictive programmed version of a bad movie Hollywood probably made some thirty years earlier.
Yet something, little things tell one if they are on the right path going somewhere else? That it makes no difference that I didn’t know to that to begin with. Never would know! How could I know? Funny little clues kept popping up. Unexpected items and actions of some person or a thing that might have something very noticeable or eccentric in view, or maybe just hit me the wrong way? Then later, as if sensitized by that prior peripheral contact, I might see that exact same thing or have that generally same experience occur before me? And I could pick it out of the rest of the day’s otherwise routine of less than no routine. It would be like a Cheshire cat, or a Bugs Bunny with a big cartoon mallet that would hit me over the head. It would remind me that I was off on to some fatal epic journey that was meant just for me, and only me alone. Not some generic superhero muscle bound over-marketed robot avatar made up from every characteristic that had been baked into me long before by the persistent viewing of television, and the movies, or the Internet and definitely the phone. Something else or someone else was talking to me?
Heroine or heroin, what was the difference over the long term, when it came down to it? Sunsets like pumpkin colored old liver spot beset flesh rotting away to black upon a paper mache horizon. Glib fantasies, most of which one has picked up along the way, tumbling out of my spare ear like a pair of loaded dice. I became nothing. I was invisible. The fact of a lifetime existence where no one sees me, or gets to know that I am there. A perfect situation of absolute clarity by way of all possible choices long past over leading to the absolute same conclusion. If could be considered sane, then by all other reasonable conclusions, I would have to judge all else to be insanity. I have now have nothing to distract me from thinking otherwise. But at least Rodrigo has his almighty prick to keep him company. And Marietta her very well visited insatiable hot snatch. And that means that they are going nowhere as well. The scariest thing one can thing that one can imagine is to find one’s self alone without anything at hand to divert them from taking up all their time to become aware of themselves.
The, this is really, not really, same thing, other thing, on a merry go round, round and round, on the merry go round. But no yet brass ring? No never! Something making one feel not very good, not knowing how much longer there is for this empty farce to go on? Maybe better to be flying around some long forgotten Pacific atolls doing sales calls trying to strategize something new? A third of the way here and halfway gone from another place, embracing a strange love affair that calls itself intense. Trying to make them part tense. Putting the right people on the right plane, but then not getting on myself. Then having to fly to Sydney, Australia, while they fly off to somewhere else. Chaos, and organized passions! And waking up hungry while the other ‘we’ all have their siesta.
So, after seventy years bing banging around like a ping pong ball, being shot down one alleyway only to bang into a bumper, bing, bong, bang, cling, cling, cling! Trying to score some points but just ending up going down the chute, running out of balls. I discover that the whole thing was about my gonads. “Find he right girl!” “Fifty-Two-Forty or fight!“, and have some kids! Simon, not Samuel sez, carry on the family name when you bite the dust. It’s the family name, I misinterpreted, as if it had something to do with me? And something, anything, that I could create on my own was in reality, was much easier than to live with the constant smell of my own piss. The smell of a life just pissed away! And much more difficult, at the same time, than getting all those ducks of mine in a row, putting together the universe on a spreadsheet while trying to set up the equation, so as to prove my own theorem. All to serve the only fit occupation justifying existence! That being to find your own and protect it.
The times that all human being live in have now become subsumed in the conversation of a ‘one world’ philosophy. The notion that on every level of importance every human being has their proverbial ‘eggs’ in one basket. But is this really true? The clarion call of Liberalism, Feminism, amd Socialism, all provide a chorus declaring that victims must have preferential consideration to the point that governments have gotten in the habit of classifying their populations by race, gender, background, and military service. The idea being to assesses a certain relative value of importance along the lines of the common dogma of these ism’s. Children are taught from just past infancy to abide by these standards of evaluation minding them in an importance far above and beyond the needs of traditional basics like reading, computing, and analyzing reality for effective truths. The group as a singular entity stressed over the needs of an individual. The end result being that certain classifications of victims that make up a small percentage of any given society are allowed to dominate it. Quite an exercise inverting the notion of plural Democracy to an insignificant level of importance and substituting the tyranny of those that are essentially a perpetual victim class.
So where does this all come from?
One merely has to look at both world and domestic history to find a current of players and events that have led to this ongoing attempt to restructure society. The times leading up to the nineteenth century saw society transformed into a global colonial world created by a small elite merchant class that established linkages with the hegemony’s of ocean going societies to exploit other less technologically savvy cultures to extract their goods and market them back home to urban consumers of their own regions. Competition became the watchword of these exploits leading to global based military exchanges with both the societies at the source providing these goods and those competing to amass them as well. The cost of this business invariably being ceded to a standing military budget to outfit and equip armies operating in many parts of the globe. The cost of same being a burden on the traditional populations at home who were heavily taxed and eventually coaxed off their traditional land to join a centralized number of growing urban populations. These populations being endemically poverty stricken and a perfect recruiting ground to replace losses in personnel supplying the manpower needs of these extensive networks of trade.
Over several centuries the stability of these respective societies adjacent to each other declined into continual competition and warfare. The idea of national boundaries versus hereditary regional identity based land holdings took precedence. The continual destabilization of smaller territories within was intellectually reformed into notions of a universality of ethos’ based upon fixed national boundaries where a common identity was fostered based upon a hegemony far up the scale of a particular region. The scions of the international merchant class seeing the opportunity to adopt a self-serving Machiavellian perspective of pitting one group against the other so as to financially support and benefit both groups. The winners of these constant inter-cine rivalries paying off the debts to the lenders. International finance was born an a new version of slavery was invented where both men and women became commodities.
As the methods of warfare became more sophisticated and lethal and a continual series of conflicts began to decimate the peaceful populations of cultures both at home and far off at the source of goods, the general populations who were most affected began to balk at the necessity of these struggles. The merchant class, ever willing to use any development to their advantage, fostered this sort of instability in the most stable and dominant of national empires so as to foster more conflict. Eventually toppling one of the most major longstanding dominant players. A series of conflicts on massive scales disrupted other major adjacent empires until a point some decades after a sense of general rebellion against the ruling structures of these countries were put in jeopardy of total overthrow to be replaced by plural democracy based republics. Their theoretical model being an offshore former colony that had inadvertently won a measure of independence from the influence of its motherland. Though the presiding merchant class had to some degree been involved in this process it did not enjoy the total control and influence that was to be expected in the mother countries within which it freely operated. A long period of attempts to fractionalize and divide this new independent national entity ensued with only partial success.
The venicle of war being the ultimate ace card employed being used in a series of economic competition based conflicts dragging this evolving nation into successive foreign conflicts that at best only served the financial interests of that nations growing business elites. Exploitation of the vast resources of that land leading to a level of independent prosperity that was hard to compete with led this merchant class to subvert the upper levels of government through financial corruption implementing precedents and independently owned foreign institutions to take over the management of the national economy. It was not long until this group secured control of the press and major businesses to gear them to their aim of centralizing their influence worldwide. Two major unimaginably bloody international conflicts later the wrecked economies of all the major nation states were slowly re-congealed into regional corporate influenced democracies. The current world of a tightly controlled credit based hegemony run by an invisible elite was pout into place.
The rights of the individual commercialized into a social credit score where a technologically monitored central entity administered society based upon constantly rating individual compliance with manager based regulations. The A.I. based system in place offering no tolerance of any infraction or unauthorized independence. The respective penalty being imposed with no hearing. This is the state of the world up to the present tense. WE, globally, are at the juncture where if this allowed to happen through the facade of crisis, humankind will simply become beasts of the field for the elite of the ever devious heirs merchant class.
That in my book is intolerable.
So here we all sit, literally speaking, waiting for the resumption of our normal lives. The excuse of a potentially fatal disease possibly striking us all down cited as a reason to follow every command from above. A sort of mental lottery being played so to speak where in the fashion of the parlor game of musical chairs the last person with a chair to support them wins. The trouble being that stopping everything in every society is not a game. It is a coup!
What is every human society in every manifestation all about the world but a functional model of survival based upon positive interaction? And now we are all told not to interact save through the technology afforded to us by a commercial minded elitist corporate cult. One that believes that any demand that they make can be legitimized by ceding a bit of wealth in the form of payment of services. Their mentality of gathering up all the material resources under their exclusive control giving them the right to take control of all. A society that has been cultivated to surrender its material wealth to that few without question. And which finds itself impoverished in an organized interlocking society that is so interdependent that if a single cog fails the entire system goes down to destruction. And the only ones supposedly on call to fix it being figures whose credibility has to be called into question by dubious participation in previous similar events that have resulted not in reasonable solutions but incomprehensible devastation.
The choice being to carry on in this mindset of a strict hegemony where all decisions about life and the proper manner of living are made from remote managers at the top? Or to regain control by force of numbers to bring back that power to collections of individuals with differing priorities but are willing to cooperate through reasonable compromise? Those that control the power to do so employ great resources to convince us all otherwise! So much more efficient to see all societies over the surface of our planet normalized into a singular unity. To remove all individual characteristics that would impede that goal from humanity at large so as to achieve that aim at all costs. If not by indoctrination, then by violence to eliminate every group that stands in the way of the progress of a universal singularity.
The irony of the growth of the tool of technology serving to monitor and enslave for the few being offered to the many as a means of empowerment and escape from the tyranny of organized wage slavery being stunning. The human species is at a crisis point where a calculated form of self created a chaos is inevitable! The excuses fly about indirectly blaming an eagerness to pursue technologies by blaming the invasive qualities of mother nature are now wearing thin. The masses will not but up with the same old political Kabuki of experts pretending expertise only revealing in the process that either they do not know that they are talking about in the first place or that is merely a cynical game of power orchestrated to manipulate the population at large to concede their freedom of choice the whims of their ‘betters‘.
The only saving grace being that there is sufficient independence and wisdom still existing at ground level for people to take back control of their lives from these self-appointed nabobs who wish to acquire god-like powers over them.