On Keeping the Adventure Going
Into an Uncertain Future, and Beyond ...
Thanks to one of the monumental thinkers and consummate warriors of our time, the essence of our prickly predicament is elucidated in concise and elegant form for us to take home. Behold the genius of Caitlin Johnstone …
Thanks Caitlin and Tim, we owe you one. Come to Texas and we’ll buy you a cold Lone Star. Or nine.
So, I guess she is saying that we are an intellectually slothful species, devolving over time from a skilled, survivalish sort of primate to a species replete with experts on football, pretzels and monster trucks, a civilization entirely unable to battle its way to the curb, much less from a wet paper bag. Pudgy even.
I love the part where she brilliantly describes the enemy’s clever method of what I like to call Bilateral Streaming Propaganda: our rulers divide us into opposing camps and then utilize the unfortunate human tendency of Confirmation Bias to gradually turn the screw on our necks until snap, crackle and pop goes the weasel.
In her beautifully graphic way of putting things, she says …
Silicon Valley reinforces this dynamic, with social media algorithms dividing people into self-reinforcing echo chambers where empire propaganda can be easily slid down their throats without the slightest twinge of gag reflex.
Boundless admiration for someone who can drive home a metaphorical point with such precision and colorful clarity of exposition. Bravo, girlfriend, just bravo.
So here we are, inadequate the herd, having been driven to this tricky spot in history, smack up to a bloody do-or-die situation. Confirmation bias is killing us for rock-soid certain, but once enough of us snap to the concept and its weaponization, there may be some light at the end of our dark and scary tunnel. The solution just keeps popping up in the dang mirror, doesn’t it.
But for this to happen, the switch must flip, the brain must rewire the entrenched circuits of the fake narrative. This is the silver lining of the covidian fakedemic. Many were awakened with a cold hard slap in the face, your author included. And this happened even though I had been partially “red-pilled” back in the day by the Birchers. Thanks covid, you’re the bomb.
Of course once you figure out they want you dead, it all makes sense. Lo and behold this is why The Good Help Network makes sense. It’s a simple matter of people helping people to learn the truth, act on that truth, and thereby improve the odds of survival.
For new readers, here’s the Mission Statement of The Good Help Network …
Our mission is to assist others in their endeavors, particularly those who help themselves and patriots who share our love of freedom and country. We will not help those who would take our freedom but will instead oppose them will all due vigor. Through loving co-operation, hard work and good clean fun, our ultimate goal is the safety and betterment of our fellow man and indeed ourselves.
And apple pie, of course. Now is the time to contact your people (I hate that “reach out” thing) and exchange strengths and weaknesses. This whole thing is about to get very local. Historians will call it a great awakening. I will call it one helluva time to be alive.
~~ j ~~
“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger in the long run is no safer than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” ~~ Helen Keller