Stop Making Sense
Mutterings And Murmurs . Social Studies . Songs For The Apocalypse
No. I’m not talking about the Talking Heads live concert film.
Some other time perhaps.
There is no making sense of any of it – trying to figure how life can be brutal and beautiful at the same time. At birth I was given a body and brain. My five or six senses, among other intangibles, developed over a time of nurturing. I experienced some good and some very bad things which helped imprint what was to become my character or nature. Organized and forced religion and German Sunday School didn’t take. For the first few years of my life I trusted the information I was presented with at public school, in a system that was developed to form the best possible, most useful or compliant citizen. We recited the Lord’s Prayer and sang the national anthem at the start of every school day. There were only two flags flown in front of school that were also displayed alongside portraits of whichever monarch was ruling at that time. These rituals represented the perceived need for Christian values and a sense of national pride and unity. I played hockey well after I realized I wasn’t going to ‘make it.’ I went to a post seconday institution to learn marketing and management and business. I partied and went to gigs with manufactured confidence. Multiculturalism was a good idea and political correctness was only in it’s infancy, squirming and yelling for attention. There were no occupations, protests or talk of white settler guilt or colonialism and Socialist engineering – and cancel culture had not infected campus. I got a job and stumbled into a career of 25+ years. Somewhere in there I became a husband and father trying and sometimes failing to overcome life experience and frailties to build and maintain a healthy family life.
I crashed and recovered.
I hurt people I love.
I am so sorry.
I was restructured.
I got cancer.
One day at a time.
We’ll see.
Why can we not just acknowlege and accept that we humans are basically the same and that we are descended, evolved or made with the same basic materials. We all need air, food, water and shelter. We fundamentally need to reproduce and nurture our young to be good people. Ideally we need love and peace and community. Is it the flawed nature of what it is to be human to want more than is required to be happy or to resent others humans who might be different. What makes a human good or evil? Is it one’s spiritual beliefs, at odds with those of others that breeds fear or suspicion or hatred of others? Is it a complete lack of any moral, guiding spiritual belief that allows for more basic animal instincts to take over? Is it a chemical imbalance brought on by the poisoning of wells, air, food and land? Humans just can’t seem to get it right. Where are we now? Where is the current state of human regression leading?
In recent years a resurgent trend in hyped up Cultural Marxism developed tried and true methods on how to destroy a society – how to defile what is good to be human.
-Make bodily autonomy illegal
-Make art ugly
-Make porn free and accessible to children
-Make porn with children acceptable
-Make pedophilia and child trafficking legal and acceptable
-Make the drugging and sexual mutilation of children acceptable
-Make God a joke and Christian values irrelevant and toxic
-Make food poison
-Make the air, water and soil toxic
-Make dads and moms optional
-Make biological sex subjective
-Make housing and food unaffordable
-Make politicians rich
-Make money worthless
-Make buildings oppressive
-Make men and women and boys and girls compete
-Make children hate their anscestors
-Make victim culture a foundation for conflict and failure
-Destroy basic human rights
There exists to this day, within me, an urge to finally withdraw from this society, this world in decay. To be done with ‘thriving’ through cancer and this world war waged by a death cult of elites that want a majority of us dead and a minority of transhumanist slaves to serve them. Should I stop caring and worrying and sell everything and move to a freer place, start drinking again or taking government ‘safe supply’ drugs and tune out? Should I sit on a balcony or beach and watch mushroom clouds and geo-engineered weather do their gritty, bloody dirty work – watch the mobs of hungry and angry people tear each other apart for scraps of food and self entitled, panicked dignity? Should I just ride my motorcycles until I can’t…or run out of gas? Should I give up and in?
I think not.
I have made uneasy sense of and peace with my character.
So Yes, I identify as an introvert/ambivert mutt.
I am not shy. I’m a noticer. I am a thinker.
I’m an observer. I am not stuck up. I’m not anti-social.
I treasure and sometimes loathe my solitude. I’m not a fan of small talk but will engage.
I prefer a few close friends but am open to making more.
I am reserved, until I’m not.
I appreciate true connection.
If we connect, you matter to me.
There are possiblities for a positive outcome of all this crazy clown world New World Order RESET madness.
It might take a while.
It might hurt a lot.
Can and will I be able to help my daughters and other people I care about when or if they need help?
They are good people.
Some days I see a light peeping out of the darkness and from behind bands of surreal cloud formations.
Does this make any sense?
Should we have some music?
Why not?
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