My fundagelical brother is quite fond of The Benedict Option.  This is understandable, as humans thrive best in stable communities under Dunbar’s Number.  This is unrelated to religion, and is just the way humans are.  We, like wolves, remember our predator past, and like to live in packs, also called tribes, or clans.  Tribes are formed by the bonds of mutual obligation.  I save your life and you save mine.  I feed you and you feed me.  I raise up your dwelling and you raise up mine.  I give you turnips and eggs, and you round up my sheep when they get loose, even years later.  I teach your kids to make spears and you teach my kids how to speak the neighboring tribe’s language.  Of course, it is more complicated than that.

We humans were meant to live in conditional hierarchy, with spheres of sovereignty.  There is a tribal leader, and what he says is what happens.  He makes the decisions, and the people obey.  However, he doesn’t do it without listening.  Good tribal leaders listen to even the least among them, because the person who is closest to the problem knows the most about it.  That is what Saint Benedict did, when he claimed that the Holy Spirit talks even to the least among them, so we listen to what they have to say.  When the Catholics said to adopt subsidiarity, they meant it.  The lowest and farthest away from the Ivory Tower should make decisions.  The person who owns the sheep gets to decide the day to day decisions on where they will graze, and where they will not.  The tribal leader resolves disputes, and says, the tribal warriors will protect the sheep from raiders and thieves.

The tribal leader does not get to tell the healers what to do when they’re not a healer themselves.  At the same time, the tribal leader doesn’t get out of all of the work.  Everybody works.  Everybody studies and learns.  When something needs doing, even the leader will do it.  It works better if the leader has been in the kitchen, has bound wounds after an accident, has built a house, dug the latrine, mucked out the stables, and copied the manuscripts, and can do it again at a moment’s notice.

Leaders always are willing to help, and always are willing to learn.  They’re not the movie villain leaders who kill their underlings when they mess up.  That’s stupid.  It engenders fear in your underlings.  Far better to engender trust and respect instead, by actively monitoring and teaching your underlings to do their jobs better.  How to correct mistakes after they inevitably arise, to put the mission before your ego, must be done in an environment where underlings are willing to come to you with their errors, trusting that you won’t be angry at them, that you’ll find a way to fix whatever happened.  We don’t sweep our mistakes under a rug and cover them up.  We bring them up in front of everybody who is ready so that everybody can learn what to do better next time.

Leaders have emotional stability.  Somehow, even if their spouse died in a car accident earlier that morning, they’re capable of making functional decisions to get their jobs done.  It’s not that they never grieve.  A leader will have the capacity to put off grieving until the right time and place, and will schedule it to make sure it happens.  A leader has the capacity to control their anger, to put it off until later, to schedule a healthy time to express it in a helpful way.  A leader has the capacity to control their excitement, to celebrate later.  Leaders also have the capacity to channel and focus on one particular emotion and bring it to the forefront, when the situation calls for it.  What you tolerate is what you promote.

What works best in a stable lifelong community is not the same thing as what works best in transient communities that are constantly shifting and moving.  How much does a community adapt to its surroundings, and how much does a community decide that a certain practice is at the core of who they are and they’ll even maintain that practice when threatened with death?  How insular is the community?  How diffuse is it?  How much do they work, and how much do they just sit in their caves and contemplate?  How much control does the leader have over their followers?  How do they bring in new members?  How do they kick people out?  What are the boundaries, what are the relationships with outsiders?

There are many assumptions that people bring to monastic life, even secular monastics, which just ain’t so.  As above, so below.  As within, so without.  Claim victory in your heart and the universe will follow.  People assume that monastics are closed off to the rest of the world, that they reject all of the outside.  That’s not true, and it never was.  Not even the Carmelites are entirely enclosed and removed.  They can hear the outside world, the airplanes flying overhead, the traffic from the nearby road, the screaming children in their city, and the lack of birdsong after the birds died.  They just have thicker walls, and a stronger sense of who they are and what their mission is, that’s all.

As for their mission, one of the better translations into modern speak would be, what game are they playing?  Clearly, they are not playing the How Much Money Can I Hoard game.  They are not playing the How Many Social Media Followers Can I Hoard game.  They don’t seek to become Kings or CEOs.  There are a ton more games out there than the popularity, wealth, and power games.  What is your mission?  Good leaders know what they want.  They may not know how to get there from here, but the path was always a zig-zag mess of false starts and learning from what didn’t work and getting closer and closer to knowing what does work to get closer to what the game is, what their mission is.

I consider masks to be microaggressions against me. I can’t safely wear a mask. I’ve tried, repeatedly. The results are the same. Wearing a real mask properly threatens my life. Because I can’t wear a mask, I haven’t been able to work in any official capacity, I haven’t been able to go to in-person medical appointments, and the church my children attend still won’t let me in the door. Yes, I live in a deep blue mega-city.

The people around here want me to stay home and die. They want my voice silenced, because I can’t wear a mask. They slander my character on a regular basis, insisting that I don’t care about other people, that I intend them harm. That’s just projection. It is they who wish me harm. It is they who don’t care about other people besides the token identity group of the month who they give lip service to, but don’t actually empower. It is they who are selfish, terrified of having their own character tarnished with the truth. The truth is that they did not check on me, they did not help me, they did not do anything but yell at me and insist that I never show my face in public again.

According to the liberal logic, it is the impact of a thing that matters more than the intentions. The impact of masks has caused more harm than it has prevented. Quite frankly, masks saved zero lives. You can claim that they delayed infection by a mere 1%, but that is not a life saved. The harms of masking children for two years straight around here can not be undone. Those children didn’t learn how to read facial expressions. They did not learn how to talk properly, or to be able to read properly. Masks were a signal that you can’t be friends, no hugging, no hand holding, no games of tag. Children die when they don’t receive any loving touch for too long. Masks contributed to suicides. Masks kept the deaf and hard of hearing isolated, unable to communicate or understand.

Almost four weeks ago, the Statewide indoor mask mandate was dropped, with the promise that it could return at any moment, even though the vast majority of the actual science says that cloth masks are worthless and don’t protect anybody from any virus. I still can’t fly on an airplane or ride a bus. I still can’t go to an in-person medical appointment officially, although most places will allow my fake mask these days. I still can’t enter my children’s church building because, they “want to stay safe” and so that “no one will stumble.” Hate to break it to them, but masks are an insurmountable obstacle, and they make ME stumble. They don’t care. They don’t hear me. My voice is silenced. Oh, but I could worship online as a reasonable accommodation. So I don’t worship. Online worship is “separate but equal”. That just means it is separate all right, but definitely not equal.

You do know why I call it my children’s church instead of mine, right? God doesn’t love me. Jesus doesn’t forgive me. The Holy Spirit doesn’t accept me just as I am. I can’t wear a mask because of my genetic condition. Whoever created me, hated me and wanted me to suffer. The church can keep the serial child rapists among their members, to prey upon different children over and over again without reporting them and putting them away for life. The same church won’t allow me to enter the building. They hate ME, but they don’t hate the rapists. They hate ME, but they don’t hate the murderers, the burglars, the white collar thieves of billions of retirement assets.

I could wallow in the pain and heartbreak. I could remain a victim. Forever. While the people who did this to me feel nothing but smug self-righteousness, I could plot revenge. I could do that.

That feels wrong. I have more options than remaining a victim. Where is my power? Why did I give it away? How can I take my power back from this? I know it is possible. The thing that is holding me back has to do with seeing what happens when people take back their power to determine right and wrong completely and becoming unhinged and unmoored from reality. I still don’t want to be considered a bad person by others I respect. What happens when my respect for others goes away completely? There are still limits, and there are still boundaries. Why do I want to leave? The same reason an abused wife finally decides to leave. I can go somewhere I’ll be treated better. I can go somewhere I won’t be treated like a leper by those who used to be my friends. Somewhere people won’t trigger my feelings of abandonment by surrounding me with masked faces all the time. Somewhere better than this for the upcoming war and famine.

Entire books have been written on the difference between orthodoxy and orthopraxy, enough to fill shelves in seminary libraries. Orthodoxy is right beliefs, and orthopraxy is right actions. More or less. In theory, certain Judeo-Christian religious sects place vast emphasis on one or the other, but not both. In practice, however, often both are zealously enforced. I find it an intriguing exercise to apply the same principles to governments.

Your typical statist government uses laws to prescribe and describe criminal behavior. Thou shalt not rape, with a definition of rape spelled out in exquisite detail both in law and by court decisions. Governments have long been orthopraxy based. The courts hate trying to find intent, and with good reason. Recently, the hidden Beliefs Which Shall Not Be Questioned have come to the forefront, however. Thus, if you proclaim that Black Lives Matter, arson is not a crime that is enforced.

All communities, whatever their size, have Beliefs Which Shall Not Be Questioned. They are small in number, but you will most certainly know by the time you hit puberty, what exactly those beliefs are. All communities, whatever their size, also have Actions Which Shall Never Be Committed. These are also small in number. You won’t always know what these actions are, because they are not even supposed to be committed by fictional characters, lest somebody want to copy them.

Do we question climate change? Or is that taboo? Do we question the efficacy of injectable gene therapies? Or is that taboo? Do we question whether The Science Experts are wrong? What if they don’t actually agree, and there is only a manufactured consensus? I can question these, in the right company, because there is no longer a community. What was once United, no longer is, broken by the social isolation of lockdowns which killed more than they could have saved.

We’re not supposed to question, because questions lead to disobedience. The Rulers prefer trained circus monkeys, who blindly obey their every command, and believe what they are told to believe. Is that all that I am? A trained circus monkey? Dancing and clapping and jumping through hoops for my dwindling ration of food? My mind can’t stop the questions. I’m far too curious. I have an insatiable need to know truth. That also means that I have an insatiable need to do right action. Unfortunately, even I, as intelligent as I am, do not actually know what right action is. I don’t trust anybody else to know either, especially midwits who are lied to by their minions so that the minions don’t get fired for bringing an unpleasant truth to their attention. Midwit bureaucrats and politicians can’t know right action either, and they can’t know the truth. New truth is always found on the margins, and old truths are carefully handed down over thousands of years to people worthy of understanding them.

Is that all that government is? Just a belief system that obeying the prescribed laws will bring greater good to the community? Then that is why questioning whether something truly IS for the greater good instead of enriching a corporation off of the increased suffering of others, is something which must be quashed with zealous hatred by the religious fanatics, oh sorry, statist government fanatics. They share the same human hierarchical structure, after all.

Perhaps that is why I have trouble with “follow the science.” Science is a tool, and tools can be used to commit genocide. Science has in fact been used to commit genocide in the past, and will be used in the future for the same purpose. The assumption, the Faith Statement, that technology leads to progress which leads to the greater good and towards utopia, is not something that I hold to. Following the science leads to nuclear fallout and deformed babies. The alternative is to follow the government officials who are lying about following the science but are actually following the money, but that leads to the same atrocities. The problem seems to be a quite fallible human hand on the trigger of the technology, and not the technology itself. We have not fixed greed, envy, sloth, lust, nor pride. Nor shall we.

I don’t know what the greater good even is. I can’t see it, the same way I can’t see a heaven that is not just a cleaner Borg cube, without individuality, without anything but slavery for eternity. Forced obedience always leads to dystopias, not utopias. I know that a lot of people are all about “saving lives.” That might be a transfer of beliefs from Christianity into the government sphere. “If it just saves one life.” No. I’ll not be party to that. It was not the purpose of humanity to fill the Earth with humans until there was nothing left but humans, with no land left for crops, so that the humans were left eating other humans for all time. (shudders in horror) The Earth is not a clown car, and human bodies should never ever ever become immortal.

There I go again, questioning one of those Unquestionable Beliefs. Human spirits are immortal then. I don’t hold to “progress.” It doesn’t make sense. Cycles make sense. The rise and fall of civilizations, of heart beats, of Hollywood Video stores, the rise and fall of Ma Bell and Enron, these make sense. Genghis Khan and Alexander the Great conquering vast empires, which subsequently break up into pieces and go their own way, makes sense. Even the rulers of vast imperial empires of the past, don’t pretend to micromanage the entirety of their citizens’ bodies. Sure Mansa Musa the black guy owned tens of thousands of slaves, but he didn’t own the entirety of Egyptian villagers’ bodies. There are limits to empire, same as there are limits to growth. There are also limits to decline and death.

OMG We’re All Going To Die! No, we won’t all die. You don’t understand. The spirits and the gods won’t allow it. A ton of us are going to die in the die off. That is true. Not ALL of us are going to die though. Come on, think it through. You know why. You know that a mom will feed her children and go hungry herself. You know that a mom will hide her baby in the rushes to be raised by a princess, or the other way around where a princess will give her baby to the huntsman who will be raised by a simple farmer deep in the woods cut off from the crazy castle politics. You know that villages get together, know how much food they’ve got, and determine who is going to get fed this winter, either poisoning those who won’t get fed, or pushing them out to never come back and try their fortune elsewhere. Some will hide away in caves, and some will spend their lives at sea. Some will live in the cities, dependent upon the raiders to bring them food using violence from the surrounding farms. Some will travel from place to place, seeking a place that is better than the last.

We all die eventually. Just some of us sooner than others. I am not responsible to save the planet. Nor am I responsible to save somebody’s grandma from an upper respiratory infection that everybody else in her community is getting and spreading. I am not responsible for saving lives. I am not even responsible for saving my own life. Why should I be? Because the government owns my body and seeks to acquire all of the fruits of my labor? Why should I labor and suffer for them? Contract law underlies this. They must keep their promises, and I must keep mine. They have not kept their promises, and they don’t intend to do so.

I remember the long debates by doomers, both here and on fascistbook.  Oh noes!  We’re all going to die!  The arctic is going to be ice-free soon and the methane clathrate gun will fire and it will destroy the (mumbles a bit) ecosystems all over the planet so humans won’t have any food!  Or was it oxygen?  I know, I was on the ice-free team for a while.  Then a clearer head on an obscure forum reminded me of hysteresis and latency using actual math for thermal mass conversion.  Not that he’s right about other things, but I still can change my mind when presented with evidence.  Timing is still everything, it seems.

Eventually, I figured out that the entirety of Near Term Human Extinction narratives of all kinds were being coopted for centralized top-down control.  OMG we’re all going to die and therefore we must obey the science and follow the science.  It is so much bigger than just a virus.  It is so much bigger than climate change.  It isn’t that I reject climate change.  I don’t.  The other planets’ climate is changing too.  It’s that I reject the Hegelian solutions offered.  It’s the “and therefore we must all unite and obey and conform and be poor” part that I reject.  “If only we all just got 100% jabbed, we could go back to normal.”  “If only we all just stopped driving to work, we could all be happy while owning nothing.”  It’s the same structure as all religious movements based upon organized hierarchy.  If only we all just got baptized and obey the Pope, we can all go to heaven when we die.  No, not that Pope, the other one.  It’s an impossible promise, which can never be delivered upon, even if we impossibly fulfill the conditions for it.

Here’s the thing: If it is in fact true that we’re all going to die in 5-10 years from (pick your fear-mongering scenario, there’s so many to choose from), the LAST THING I want to do with my remaining time left on this planet is to obey some community organizer bureaucrat who can’t deliver on their promises to save the planet in the exact same manner that they can’t reliably deliver the mail or the cream cheese during a blizzard.  Complying does nothing but make me suffer needlessly, and I ain’t got time for that.  It’s not that I’m against suffering.  I’m fully aware that I’m capable of suffering intense pain for a very long time and coming through the other side the stronger for it.  I’m against needless suffering; the kind where you suffer for no reason, no purpose, no meaning, just because somebody gets off on telling you what to do and stealing your labor without reward.

Eventually, I have enough of being told lies just to get me to suffer in my obedience.  So, if we’re going to die, then let it be quickly instead of slowly, and let it be with honor and dignity and a ton of fun, skidding into the grave sideways while exclaiming what a ride it was.

These days, governments make all sorts of claims to be “sustainable.” It seems that I still have to run all government pronouncements through my handy dandy opposite meaning filter. “Sustainable agriculture” therefore, is agriculture doomed to failure because it can’t be sustained. A debt payment system which can’t be sustained, won’t be.

It seems that the very concept of sustainability is based upon a linear progression model of history. The civic religion of progress is deep and vast, but it too shall fail in time. The truth is that history is littered with cycles, not progress. Empires rise and fall. Crops have awesome years, and then miserable drought years. Populations rise and fall. Rivers change their banks, and rise with the floods, and fall with the droughts. The sunspots rise in number for a couple years, and then fall for a couple years. The tide comes in, and the tide goes out. Is the tide sustainable? Is high tide sustainable? Is low tide sustainable? Or is that just talking gibberish and nonsense to even contemplate a sustainable part of a cyclical phenomenon.

What then does flattening the curve mean? A curve is a small part of a cycle. We have cyclical death rates, and always have, and always will. Flattening the curve means you want to make a cycle into a linear thing. You want to turn a sine wave into a flatline. You want to turn a heartbeat into a flatline of death. That’s the only possible answer.

Sustainable agriculture isn’t a thing. We have cyclical agriculture instead. When the phosphorus mines run out, we’ll go back to rotating our crops, and seasonally changing the pasture of our animal herds. We’ll go back to composting our humanure. We’ll go back to droughts and famines and massive disease die offs. We’ll go back to serving the land instead of pretending that we own the land and pretending that we are god of the planet. Our collective hubris is not sustainable either.

You know that Icarus flew too close to the sun and melted his wings and fell to the Earth and died. That is what will happen to prideful men who run World Economic and Health Organizations. They will fall to Earth, like rain from the sky, and be crushed under their own pride, by the power of the sun itself. No king’s reign has ever been sustainable. No centralizing Tower of Babel will last forever. No digital technology can be used to track and trace and own every human on the planet. Slavery is not sustainable. Nations are not sustainable. Constitutions are not sustainable. You know what is sustainable? The need for freedom is sustainable. Dignity, Integrity, and Self-Governance are sustainable. That burning flame within each of us upon discovering an authority’s incompetence or malice can last for multiple lifetimes. Oppression is cyclical and will not last forever. Control is cyclical and will not last forever.

                “We have to protect the immune-compromised!”  That’s an old argument about to be trotted out, and it will fall flat to the unbelievers.  It’s a preaching to the choir argument on the face of it.  We know that natural immunity to a virus strain cleared by the body exists for at least a decade, if not a lifetime, as well as strains that are sufficiently close.  There are studies out there showing that something like 90% of the unvaccinated have cross-immunity, and I would surmise that at least 50% of the unvaccinated have already had it and recovered just fine.  They don’t consider themselves a threat to the cancer patients.  Which is silly.  Of course they’re a threat, because of the thousands of other viruses, bacteria, and fungi which can infect and kill the immune-compromised, which are colonized on the skin and in the guts and lungs of normal average everyday people all the time, in balance.  There is NO way to protect the immune compromised via eradication of one out of over a thousand infectious agents.  None.  Don’t kid yourself.

                On top of that, we know that antibiotic resistance occurs via the overuse of antibiotics.  The population pressure selects for antibiotic evading bacteria.  Therefore, vaccines or gene therapies also select for vaccine evading viruses.  That’s basic mathematical modeling.  It should be obvious, but unfortunately Captain Obvious quit teaching in med school when Coca-Cola and the Seventh Day Adventists took over writing the nutrition curriculum.  You want to select for deadlier strains?  Vaccinate.  Just like Marek’s Disease in chickens.

                However, the real underlying concept to wrap your head around right now is that the social contract is irretrievably broken.  Nobody wants to protect the people who put millions of people out of work.  Nobody wants to protect the people who bullied them, yelled at them, called the police on them, and were utter assholes to them over the past year.  Nobody wants to protect the people who are responsible for throwing millions of people out of their homes at the end of June for unpaid rent.  Nobody wants to protect the people who imprisoned children in their homes and suffocated them with masks, even when they already had immunity to the virus, until their children shriveled into husks of themselves with loneliness and despair.  People are not going to risk harm to their own children to protect the fragile lives of strangers who won’t lift a finger to help their children survive.  If they weren’t selfish before all this, by God, they are selfish now.  Shame doesn’t put food on the table, or clothe the growing children.

                There are now a ton of people who think that the immune compromised can just fuck off and die.  They are selfish and cruel now, because they know that nobody is going to help them and nobody cares about their wellbeing.  They have been abandoned by their social support system, and they won’t help others because of it.  There is no duty to save the life of a stranger, and they no longer have any desire to even try, when they are suffering themselves.

Can you see it?  Can you see the big picture anymore?  There’s a shrinking resource pie, instead of a growing one.  There’s a crazy schism, between those who have access to everything they want and technological marvels and the instruments of privacy and oppression, and the grubby little peasants who are going to go back to digging in the dirt for a living.

So, you have a choice.  You can join the slave class for the technocratic elites, and gain enough access to resources to pay for your kids’ cancer treatments, or you can fuck off and die, homeless and alone.  To join the slave class, you must adhere to the humiliating rituals.  All of them.  You must profess that you are a privileged person who is trying to check your own privilege.  You must proclaim loudly that you are virtuous.  If you don’t, you will be automated out of existence.  That’s the squeeze, the con, the play.  Except . . . not really.  We are meant to be fighting over critical race theory, and over masks and vaccines, and over access to education, but those are not the things that matter.

In a world where the resources are dwindling, civility wanes, cruelty increases.  Sure, we can automate jobs.  For now.  For how long, though?  I’m uncertain.  I think it depends on the scale.  There’s nuclear power the size of a basketball, or maybe a city block, and it can run for, I don’t know, decades or hundreds of years.  So if you wanted to know how the electricity will run without coal or oil for the mines for the solar panel raw material, I’d say the new electrics are going to allow the elite to continue to use electricity for at least my lifetime, and the lifetime of my children.  It isn’t a world made by hand, but it’s still dystopian.

You understand that there has always been an oppressive elite, running things from the shadows as well as out in the open.  What they want, they will get, for the most part.  They won’t get everything, but they’ll get enough.  There will always be an oppressive elite.  That’s how humans work, you know.  Humans are distrustful of outsiders (these days that’s called racist) and are wired that way for their survival.  Humans are hierarchical yet also anarchical.

Fascism is inevitable on the resource downslope.  Do you agree to be tracked and traced in exchange for access to resources stolen by the public private partnership stakeholders?  Some people will, and some people won’t.  What are some good tactics to survive fascism?  The usual, fawn, fight, or flight.  Some people do it alone.  Some people join armies.  Some people leave with a group and wander to find better opportunities to be left alone in peace.  Some people can’t beat ‘em and join ‘em and become jackboots.  A lot of people live double lives.  Is anybody even capable of pushing Ms. Fitts’ big red button?  I don’t see how.  The Beck Brothers are in charge of programming the algorithms.

If you go deep enough down the rabbit hole, you’ll end up back where you started.

So, let’s say that there’s a bioweapon which has been deliberately released from a deep state bioweapons facility, and it is going around and changing people’s RNA or DNA or energy resonance frequencies or maybe it gives everybody mad cow disease, just later. Maybe it makes people resistant to statist delusions of control, who can say? What we know is that the military is involved in the rollout of the “cure.” What we know is that the government response to the bioweapon is not justified by the immediate effects. There’s a ton of disinformation and misinformation.

The structure of the deep state is more than just the military-industrial complex, or stakeholder public private partnership now. They took a lot of the black ops tech private, so that it couldn’t be reached. It’s all compartmentalized, so this department thinks that the other department working on top secret stuff is all just conspiracy theories and fake, but actually, the funding from the black ops makes it extremely likely to be real, at least in form if not substance. The deep state consists of the military, the three letter agencies, and every single business both official and off books, which supports them with logistics, data, and hardware to do whatever it is that they do. I have surmised that the deep state protects the property ownership of the “owners.” These days, that’s digital ownership as well, and not just real estate and human slaves.

Given that slavery exists, and is a thing, while it is true that depopulation is a thing, and eugenics are a thing, using a vaccine to depopulate the sick and infirm is a stupid idea. You kill the host more than the parasites. This is not, therefore about the vaccine at all. It is about tracking and perfecting title on your human capital. This is about knowing what the owners possess, a census, an accounting, followed by getting rid of the liabilities.

Nations are just theater, you know. Deep state consists of trans-national drug and gun runners who launder through stock markets and very large corporations, and is not limited to Mossad. So here’s what I would do, if I were an evil overlord. I’d roll out the vaccine before I rolled out the killer disease. I’d roll out a not-very-objectively-scary disease, propagandize the essential workforce to protect themselves with a “vaccine,” and then, a year later, I’d roll out the real thing.

You understand, of course, that there is no such thing as human rights, or individual liberty. There is only whether or not you have a patron. But, what about the parts where the very sick and elderly are supposed to get their shots first? Well, if they didn’t do that, it wouldn’t convince the obedient slaves to be saved, while the disobedient smart people who are on to the scheme couldn’t shriek themselves into a corner, spouting things that later were found to be untrue. Sure, you can plant ideas about prion disease, infertility, and blood clotting disorders all you like. The better to have people actually obey you when a competent person emerges to “lead” the sheep down the path of extraction. It’s a good way to separate sheep from goats.

In the end, you decide how much you are willing to obey. Right now, there’s no incentive. Will there be later? I expect so.

We can not refuse to accept reality as it truly is.  The public school system is a disaster.  I’ve been hearing elected representatives talk about how the public school system needs to be restructured, and I wondered what that meant.  So, I looked it up in The New World Order, which can be found for free online if you know where to look.  There are plenty of people who would sneer at such a source, because the very term “conspiracy theory” creates a knee-jerk denial response to every idea which follows.  The truth is that rich psychopaths conspire together to remain rich and alive, and always have done.  If you can’t handle conspiracy factual history, you needed bother reading my words, even though they contain high octane speculation at times.

The purpose of The New World Order is to destroy the Monarchy, private property, inheritance, patriotism, the family structure, and all religions.  At some point, I decided to cultivate a sufficient amount of cognitive dissonance to be able to hold both worlds, of Deep State shadowy control over the masses, and of nobody at the helm of the Illuminati Card Game factions, both in existence at the same time.  It does not matter if anacyclosis occurs because it is guided that way by ruling men, by demons/archons, or by the inevitable cycles of materialist nature itself.  That anacyclosis occurs throughout recorded history is a sufficient fact in and of itself to recognize that it is probably occurring right now.

The Great Reset purports to want to create community-based schools.  The New World Order book purports that our dear leaders want to create public schools in which direct democracy of the students exists to decide what the students want to learn that day.  We all know what happens when a group of 25 third graders decide what they are going to learn that day, and the entire class is bound by that decision.  They never decide to learn the hard stuff, that needs to be known, and future failure is guaranteed.  This doesn’t mean that self-determination is bad.  Far from it!  When it applies to a tribal group of people under Dunbar’s number instead of an imprisoned population grouped by age of manufacture, self-determination combined with subsidiarity works quite well.

The current setup of public schools is unsustainable, for a lot of different reasons.  It depends on cheap oil.  It is centralized, bloated, top-heavy, and bureaucratic.  It is a school-to-prison pipeline.  It doesn’t allow questioning or critical thinking to actually occur.  These are all downstream effects of the way that the United States was created in the first place.  Without a State religion, religious teaching in schools must be destroyed, or at least downplayed.  Yet, at the same time, materialism technically counts as a religious worldview.  Unfortunately, materialism itself is not a sustainable worldview.  It doesn’t provide a binding function or a self-sacrifice for the greater good function.  Societies throughout history which have become materialistic, which have destroyed the family structure by teaching what some call sexual deviancy and others call self-identification rights, have always collapsed.  Again, we don’t need to know why these things are not sustainable, just the historical cycles as time-locked correlation.

Before the Prussian system of education, people were not idiots.  They learned to read and write and cypher because it benefited them.  They argued incessantly in the marketplace, and learned rhetoric.  People who are “uneducated” do not have to be misinformed.  In comparison to the very well educated, maybe they are less misinformed because they can be exposed to less propaganda.  What does it matter?  The publicly proclaimed argument for universal education was originally that people needed to be informed enough to vote.  Actually, they wanted compliant obedient people who would actually shoot the enemy when told to do so at rates greater than 15% or so.  After that, they wanted awesome factory workers who would clock in and clock out and do what they were told in the right sequence, and boy did they get that.

Automation changes the communitarian need for centralized educational practices.  No longer do the senile elites want factory drones.  What do they want instead though?  The pipedream of students picking their own path is just that, a pipedream, and will never actually be allowed.  It is already the case that the students in the upper-middle class schools are being pushed into the low-wage gig economy lifelong learning technological slavery system, where they type on keyboards in tiny little cubicles or tiny houses all day long, building their digital prison world.  The public school system, therefore, is about to bifurcate.  Tech serfs versus manual labor.  They are already strongly discouraging college attendance.  You don’t need to attend college to code, and sometimes it can be a hindrance.  If you want to rule, or if you want to be a free entrepreneur?  You don’t belong in the public school system anymore, at least not as the dear leaders have envisioned its future incarnation.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, anacyclosis will prevail, and the technocrats will fail.  Direct democracy leads to mob rule, which leads to a complete breakdown of all society until the strong monarch arises once more uniting the warlords together.  Peak oil is still a thing, which doesn’t mean that we run out of oil, it means it becomes more expensive and supply becomes more volatile.  Weather modification wars or climate change (doesn’t really matter which one) is still a thing, and when combined with peak oil, almost certainly bodes ill for your local food supply.  The US Dollar is due for a currency crisis.  The centralization of public health measures must fail (see peak oil combined with expensive plastics and shipping time increases).

John Michael Greer says to “collapse first and avoid the rush.”  Given that the public education system is not sustainable, and is not teaching your kids the necessary survival skills, such as when to disobey orders that get you killed for no benefit, can’t afford their busing system, won’t be able to afford basic supplies in a volatile or hyperstagflationary market in the future, isn’t it time to leave?  Buckminster Fuller insists that you don’t fight the old system to win.  Instead, you design a new system which makes the old system obsolete.  I’m not a fan of new systems, though.  Instead, I vastly prefer the really old systems, which have survived for tens of thousands of years because they worked well enough that even in the worst of times, they prevailed.  This doesn’t mean that I shun all new technology.  It means that I recognize that complexity is fragile, and regularly practice how to do things the old-fashioned way.

To win a fight, don’t be there.  To win against mob rule, simply drop out, and don’t engage.  Leave.  Typically, you have three options: fight, flight, or fawn.  Fighting is riskiest.  Those groups which have adopted a policy of leaving communities which don’t respect them survive longer than those groups which stand their ground and fight against “the forces of evil.”  Leaving is also risky, because you have to make a new agreement with the new land you live on.  You leave established relationships.  Fawning also works, but the soul death involved in hiding your true beliefs, feelings, and actions eventually causes isolation and suicide, or the Stockholm syndrome causes you to actually integrate and become a slave.  Of course, you’re not limited to engaging in just one of these.  You can engage in all three at the same time!

What does a public school have to become?  What culture is necessary for its continued existence?  Conformity, uniformity, obedience to authority, materialism, extinguishing religion, extinguishing parental authority and decision-making power, inflexibility, throwing out or denying services to the disabled, denying bodily autonomy of the students, denying proper informed consent, false choices, and trauma bonding.

A lot has happened in the last year and a half since I last posted some words. Rereading them makes me sad, because that’s where I am, yet again.

This year, my kids are at home. This year, the girls are doing remote schooling with the public school, and are increasingly annoyed at the Black Lives Matter propaganda. This year, the boy is being homeschooled. Public school would have been a complete waste of his time, with obnoxious propaganda on top of it. I can’t possibly do worse than the public schools are doing this year over zoom.

This year, I’m bitter. I’m angry, and lashing out. That’s what happens when you take away every human face and every smile from my existence. That’s what happens when you destroy every single in-person human connection in my circle of people I do things with. Nobody cares if I cry. Nobody even knows. Nobody cares if I struggle.

That’s okay. I remember what it was like to be invisible, before I had children. I remember what it was like to slip through the cracks. I remember that place deep inside of me, hard as a rock, that can take the pain and turn it into strength. I remember who I decided to be. I remember just how stubborn I’m capable of being, and how adaptable I am.

I remember my Grandma, who died in May. I remember my Grandpa who died several years ago. I don’t think I met my other grandparents. They make me feel less alone, to have them see things so very differently, and come up with different advice. There’s little that can be done, little that can be said.

Watching the world descend into madness is not fun. My popcorn machine broke. That’s not a metaphor, my daughter dropped it on the floor and it ended up in pieces. It still feels like a metaphor for this year.