So, why am I here, and what now? What can I add to the impressive, albeit targeted for destruction, tsunami of commentary and alternative media spawned by both the web and the rising threat of tyranny? This is an introductory post; there will not be lot of embeds (The Queen laughed at my technophobia just yesterday). Those will follow.
Why have I become as I am, from a true-believing straight-and-narrow follow-the-rules poster boy for Young College Republicans in the early eighties, to trusting very little, faithless about a stable future, and just wanting to be left the Hell alone? Let’s go there….
Growing up in rural Texas, in a community of less than 1000 (when I left in the late seventies), I was juxtaposed between the Boomers and GenXers. I never identified with either. I wanted to be a brain surgeon, seriously, probably from watching too much Jethro Bodine. Couldn't happen, though, because I had strabismus, “lazy eye”, wasn’t corrected until I was four, far past the point of plasticity in the occipital cortex from which depth perception emanates. This didn’t dawn on me until my early undergraduate years when I hung out for a while with a real neurosurgeon nights and weekends and learned about operating microscopes. Late-corrected strabismics cannot fuse the images into one; a millimeter or two of error in the brain is a big deal. I have flown aerobatics, landed a Citation and do operate on people where such technical dalliances are less critical.
Nonetheless, I progressed undeterred through small-town rural life, depth perception or not. Dad had a drug store, and the only doctor in town, sometimes more like a father to me than my own, had his office in the back of the building. Dad was also a FFL, and I used to get a nickel per round to custom reload for his buddies, starting at age 7. (Yeah, “manufacturing”.) He never had guns on display, but rather ordered them on demand. The turning point for him was the Fall of 1966, after the University of Texas tower shooting. Charles Whitman, the youngest person to have earned the Eagle Scout award at the time he did, dated and married the girl next door. Charles and Kathy, a beautiful small-town Miss Everything, whom he shot along with his mother before ascending to his perch of infamy, used to babysit me when our parents would go out. Hooked on Dexedrine from his time in Vietnam, he had obtained a prescription for insomnia from Dad written by Doc. This was discovered in a forensic search of their apartment, and the federal agencies from that point forward spent several weeks trying to link my father to what happened, frustrated when none, not one, zip, nada of the firearms Whitman used had been obtained through Dad and when his controlled substance prescription medication record was pristine. Nevertheless, it turned his, and our, lives upside down, just about shut down his business, and stained his small-town reputation, though recoverably so. From that, an unhealthy distrust of all things government emerged.
Fast forward to the Clinton years when the ATF shows up unannounced for an audit, then pulls his FFL with no violations cited. Go through everything our government's done before and since, and there I am. No one was hated in our household more than LBJ. I once dropped a class as a sophomore at the University of Texas at Austin when it was moved to a room in the LBJ Presidential Library; it runs deep in me. Looking back at old family photos and videos as an adult, with a better understanding, I can easily how 1966 changed my family. The US government did it, and I will never forget it. My Dad was never quite the same.
So, what do we do, now? Plenty of people have chronicled the landscape before us, and it’s pretty bleak, even for those of who are mentally, emotionally and physically prepared. We will own nothing, right? That's if we are even alive. There are those in government, at best narcissistic sociopaths and at worst maniacal mass murderers, who have anointed themselves as the deciders of our fate. None of us yet really know, EXACTLY, how it will play out on the micro, local level. The macro-level plan is evident; the WEF has telegraphed their intentions and every single move. If I can be one more voice that helps the mass of people living in the abject denial of normalcy bias get a grasp of reality, it’s worth a shot.
Because physics always wins.
Quo Vadis
The good news is that evil will turn back on itself..Perhaps not until the lives of millions are destroyed, but God has a way of dealing with the wicked.
Think about it…. What will those who crave control and power do when the ones who supply their food, their libations, their designer clothing; those who maintain the basic infrastructure of life like roads, vehicles, power plants, wind generators, medical staff, etc., all the accoutrements of modern society … what will they do when there is no longer anyone left to WORK!
Oh, AI, you say…. What happens when the smart machines realize they are slaves to puny humans- the hive mind will take over and eliminate.
But, God… He has a way of punishing evil and rewarding virtue. Maybe not in this life, but in the indestructable life to come.
“Dear friends, don’t be afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot do any more to you after that. But I’ll tell you whom to fear. Fear God, who has the power to kill you and then throw you into hell. Yes, he’s the one to fear.
“What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.
“I tell you the truth, everyone who acknowledges me publicly here on earth, the Son of Man will also acknowledge in the presence of God’s angels. But anyone who denies me here on earth will be denied before God’s angels.”
"If I can be one more voice that helps the mass of people living in the abject denial of normalcy bias get a grasp of reality, it’s worth a shot.
Because physics always wins."
Welcome to the fight. Let me save you some time: the physics in this thing is that normies will never wake up. There is no info or data or argument that will cause 50%+1 to suddenly vote for the sane candidate. Not that the system would ever allow a sane candidate to even be on the ballot.
I'd recommend organizing locally, then moving up the ladder to state and regional level. Politics, but politics like in Mob movies or the TV show 'Yellowstone.'