The government has been “shut down” for three weeks. Can you tell? Can you walk down the street and see what’s missing? Can you smell it in the air? Can you see it in people’s faces? Can you see what important service we’re not getting? Can you see what better thing should be done?
I can’t. If it weren’t for social media (and propaganda wearing the costume of “news”) I wouldn’t be able to detect a shut down. What thing is not happening now that was happening three weeks ago?
I know it’s not without pain to some folks. All chaos is difficult for someone. There is naught that happens but some lose and some gain. But is it really that bad? It’s a hassle for a lot of people but it’s a big world and it’s not a hassle for a lot more. Outside of the self-described “elite” and human cattle in vote farms, there’s nothing missing. We, the people, in some ways aren’t even aware of what is or is not happening. Part of society is perfectly happy being left alone. They might even be enjoying it.
I wasn’t always this emotionally removed. I’ve had times when I blogged plenty about politics. It was fun, like watching MMA in a pile of shit covered in a miasma of stupidity. But it went too far. Gradually but predictably it got dumber and weirder and more caustic. Now it’s flat out poison. Spit it out. It’s bad for ya’!
Better to focus on reality. Whatever the fuck passes for discourse in the modern world is more programming than discourse. Let it happen without you. Your soul knows the right thing to consume for a balanced life. Care for it.
Reality is more fun. I’ve written about everything from building boats, to “raising” butterfly cocoons, to camping, to chickens, to baking bread, to percolating coffee… it’s all meant to keep my soul far from the circus and their monkeys. Including my finished but unpublished Squirrels.
This year is especially quiet for me. I had a health scare. Now I just can’t even remember how I once cared. I mean literally, I can’t recall how my brain functioned oddly enough to think this shit was real.
I’m not alone. Our self destructive “elites” and their budgetary circle jerks lowered the bar and then dove under it; buck naked, with a hard on, while coated in socialism. It didn’t have to go full retard, but it did. It went from a fart in a windstorm to literally shitting their pants.
This is what a shutdown means to me: “In the absence of wise decisions we are making unwise decisions”. It’s funny when you think about it, the government is training us to get used to having less government. Which is good because it’s not doing a good job at much of anything. The more huge and invasive it becomes, the worse it gets at core duties. We’d best learn to get along with less of it. Some line has been crossed and no matter how much of our non-existent fiat currency gets hurled at it, the government is allocated into a finely tuned perfectly balanced gridlock of mutually exclusive goals.
If a health scare finally ended my ability to fret over government that was only the last step. The government itself pushed me away. And now I can’t see what’s missing when it’s shut down.
Just for fun I’m adding some images and videos.
Here’s a guy paddleboarding. Breathing air outside (like everything) was suddenly something the government controlled. Th paddleboarder was hassled for his own good because a man completely isolated on the water is somehow at risk of a virus carried by people. Apparently, it’s the job of the Coast Guard to keep paddleboarders safe from viruses. So they chased him with a boat.
People have been panicked as long as I can remember, but cell phones really turned the dial to eleven. Those who can be panicked were kept panicked and then forced into self imposed house arrest. (Not me, I was riding my new dirt bike!)
Anxiety built up until things got “mostly peaceful”.
Eventually this t-shirt happened. Everyone sane wants to know vote counts are “honest”. How do you prove the count was honest? In 2021 the solution to doubt was to persecute anyone who voiced doubt publicly. Poof! Solved!
I say often and repeatedly: “Joe Biden got more votes than any other candidate in history and he’s got political prisoners to prove it”. I’m on record (repeatedly) as saying I think the Emperor’s new clothes are awesome. Because they are. They’re obviously great clothes. I’m in some ill-defined morally correct zone or protection because I want everyone to know I like the vivid colors of those awesome clothes!
That world class, record highest, vote count, the likes of which has never been bested, lead to this. Equally awesome. This is where President Biden explained that the contents of my bloodstream were his to control. I never knew that before. But now I do.
And eventually this happened. Because nothing says “legitimate” like prosecuting the fuck out of a dude who failed to get the most votes ever recorded. I remember that day. That was the day I was sure Trump would “win” in 2024. I bought a coffee mug to mark the occasion. The future was certain (unless something weird happened, like he got shot or something).
I could go on. Modern society has the attention span of a gnat and the historic knowledge of a methhead in a dumpster, but we don’t have to be like that. I could go back in time to earlier bullshit. I could blather about more recent bullshit. We all could.
Just for fun, here’s one from 2008. It’s been 17 years. $2,500 a year for 17 years is $42,500. What did you buy with your forty grand in savings?
Here’s one from the 1930’s. In case you’re wondering, it’s Walter Duranty, who got the Pulitzer Prize in 1932 for his reports about Stalin and Russia. New York Times… don’t ever change, we love ya’ just as you are!
There’s nothing new under the sun. Here’s Plato’s Cave (375 BC):
I wonder what week four will be like? Will I be able to see the thing that isn’t happening? Stay tuned.
A.C.