I have a wider audience than I thought! I occasionally post about butterflies. I’ve been “raising” one or a few monarchs annually over the last few years. It may sound silly but I heartily recommend “raising” butterflies. It’s just plain a happy thing. Always remember the simple things! There’s childlike joy to be had if you’ve retained the wisdom to appreciate it.
A homeschool kid bumped into my blog and saw my butterfly links. This turned into what I presume to be a school assignment about butterflies: How to Grow your own Butterfly Garden.
Please check it out. I like to encourage students whenever I can.
Incidentally, I failed to post photos of this year’s monarch. Now that it’s a rock star, I should rectify that. I present to you “Constantine” who emerged in late July:
I’m not always organized about posts. If you’re looking for other mention of butterflies here’s a way to start:
2022: Planets, Butterflies, And Bullshit. (Warning, no photos and I a ramble about Pluto, the definition of “recession”, and how to have breakfast with a butterfly.)
Society is in decline but I’ve been feeling pretty optimistic. Political dipshits want you to feel depressed and hopeless. They need you to hold yourself down. I don’t. I prefer the glory of the real world to the self-defeating gloom of the fake one.
Here’s a horse race where the winner doesn’t just win but absolutely dominates. I’m not an avid sports watcher, but when I see something awesome I cheer for it.
I remember when presidents gave speeches that didn’t threaten Americans with violence. I remember presidents who didn’t list off which groups are slated for subjugation. I remember presidents that at least tried to be pleasant.
Here’s a clip from Ronald Reagan’s exit. Notice he doesn’t bitch out Democrats? Notice he doesn’t bitch out Congress for thwarting his plans? He doesn’t grouse about people who were a pain in the ass. Dan Rather hounding him for years or Gorbachev being a clueless drunk is just the nature of things and not a reason to go scorched earth. Notice he doesn’t isolate any group of citizens at all. He doesn’t treat any Americans as jerks to be isolated and defeated.
He articulates a vision of aspirational hope and optimism… there’s even a hint of gratitude. Maybe he wasn’t perfect but he’s doing his best as a force of good. He was simply a better man than angry spiteful evil vengeful Biden.
I didn’t watch Biden’s speech last Thursday. Reports indicate he stood at night in front of a dark red background flanked by Marines. From there he angrily explained which 74 million Americans were should be eliminated. Last year he explained which 80 million Americans with whom he’d run out of patience and should therefore be fired from any job they might ever hold. I suppose Biden listed 6 million fewer people in his current list for subjugation and punishment. Is that an improvement?
I case you don’t have time for the entirety of last weeks’s whole speech of Sauron, here’s a shortened version. Enjoy:
I’ve been thinking through cycles of failure in human endeavors. I did a deep dive into the parallels between Cycle #1: Incompetent Carter and Cycle #3 Colossally Incompetent Raging Moron Biden. (I make an occasional reference to Cycle #2: The Craptastic Economics Of Obama… but I have to hand it to Obama, he just couldn’t reach the scale of disaster of the other two.) There’s no two ways about it, Carter and Biden are the true rock stars of fucking up in a way that Obama can’t quite attain.
It’s hard to examine cycles of disaster without sounding glum, but that wasn’t my goal. I was trying to say “I’ve seen this three times and twice we’ve pulled out of the nosedive rather well, I feel ok about the third cycle over time”.
Precisely because Biden is less popular than dogshit on a pieplate and precisely because he doubles down on everything like a gambling addict at a casino, he’s cratering faster and harder than I’ve ever seen. He’s doing so bad that it’s more or less forcing the universe to counteract him. You can be stupid for a long time but you can’t be a flat out fucking walking trainwreck for nearly as long. Who knows when or how things will improve but I have a good feeling about it in the long run.
Captain Recordvotegetter is giving a speech today. Whatever he says, it’ll be another effort to break your will. That’s how the cycle works. Biden wants you to believe “this is never going to get better”. Once you think there’s no chance of a better future you stop exploring ways to make it happen. Every way to improve things is a way he won’t consider. Losers and morons that created the shit sandwich we’re in want to keep doubling down on their bad ideas over and over. They will keep doing so until an external force stops them.
Luckily, the more stupid and unwilling to adjust they are, the quicker an external force shows up to correct their bad choices. Nature abhors a vacuum. Reality won’t long abide a dipshit.
That’s how the cycle works. Here are fond memories from two notable Bidenverse speeches.
This is a pandemic of the unvaccinated. And it’s caused by the fact that despite America having an unprecedented and successful vaccination program, despite the fact that for almost five months free vaccines have been available in 80,000 different locations, we still have nearly 80 million Americans
who have failed to get the shot.
Pandemic of the unvaccinated. How’s that phrase holding up?
This is not about freedom or personal choice. It’s about protecting yourself and those around you — the people you work with, the people you care about, the people you love.
It is absolutely about freedom AND personal choice.
My job as President is to protect all Americans.
Great, then protect my freedom AND personal choice.
So, tonight, I’m announcing that the Department of Labor is developing an emergency rule to require all employers with 100 or more employees, that together employ over 80 million workers
Going after a man’s ability to make a living. Class act. Very kind of you. What’s next, going to throw a kitten in a woodchipper?
We’ve been patient, but our patience is wearing thin.
Holy fuck! He said it. No mention of freedom or hope… only submission; because I’d worn out his patience. Well excuse me King Awesome… may I please bend over so you can fuck me harder?
I have never spoken to another man like that. I wouldn’t! I just simply don’t do things like that. I would never ever tell another person to what degree I’ll tolerate their existence. Men never ever ever say things like that.
I go to bars where a sentence like that will get your ass beaten. It’ll get your ass beaten by whomever you said it to. It’ll get your ass beaten by everyone in the bar. It’ll get your ass beaten in the parking lot. It’ll get your ass beaten until you run out of ass to beat. I don’t care if you’re the love child of Chuck Norris and a chainsaw, talk like that and you’re about to get your ass beaten.
I don’t give a shit about tiptoeing around some old man’s patience. Some jackoff I’ve never met who lives in a basement in Delaware can patiently tolerate me or get so angry he shits himself. Not my problem. Fucker comes within range and I’ll take his head off… which is why Biden is as poplar and dogshit in your morning coffee. He said shit that he should have learned is intolerable. No man who speaks that way is actually a man. President or not he was a child having a tantrum.
I’m an adult. I exist on my own. Fuck him!
But maybe that was just a bad day? Nope. Biden makes speeches where he says things that he legitimately believes and they demonstrate how stupid and cruel and vindictive and childish he really is. He should shut his fucking mouth until he grows up… which given his age, might be when they bury his ass.
“For [the] unvaccinated, we are looking at a winter of severe illness and death — the unvaccinated, for themselves, their families and the hospitals they will soon overwhelm,”
A sane man, perhaps a kind one, would say “Merry Christmas”. But the week before America’s biggest holiday and all Biden could talk about was “winter of death”?!?
What kind of monster says things like that? Well the kind of monster that needs you to be without hope. When Biden says “everything sucks and it will never get better” what he’s doing is making sure the only path you imagine for the future is the one he’s slammed into the ground and is now beating with a stick. “The only option you have is me, the only future is death”.
Fuck that! If a man offers only misery and death, stop listening to him.
Whatever the doddering creature says this time, remember doom and gloom is never unavoidable. You can exercise agency. Care for yourself as best you can and it might turn out pretty well.
As for Biden, maybe there is nothing good in his future. He only knows to double down on failure after failure, so he’s not going to suddenly start getting different results.
“Don’t underestimate Joe’s ability to fuck things up.” Barak Obama, 2020
I grew up in the first of what I’ve recognized as three cycles of collapse. I’ve learned by looking for parallels and differences.
As a kid in the 1970’s, I saw society crapping out. Society didn’t recognize its bad trajectory and improve. Instead they doubled down on the same failed ideas. This seems universal. In every cycle where the elite have fucked up, they doubled down.
The elite double down on their mistakes until an external force stops the cycle. The elite hate the force that stops the cycle with the white hot loathing of a thousand suns.
President Carter was as popular as dogshit on a sandwich. The press tried to cover for him but I was there and I remember everyone and their dog hating Carter. The press reported him and Reagan in a close race. Being naïve I assumed it was true. It wasn’t. Reagan curb stomped Carter like a tornado flattening a butterfly.
In what I see now as a pattern, the elites hated Reagan with every cell of their being. They hated not what he did so much as that he was the “wrong kind of people”. Compared to elites, Reagan acted “low class”. He worked in movies. He played opposite a monkey. His money didn’t come from mysterious sources. Reagan was happy cutting brush on a ranch.
I remember being told Reagan was dumber than dirt. Unlike the usual Yale and Harvard crop of zombies, Reagan attended a Christian college in Illinois. The press declared Reagan was a dipshit cowboy almost certain to start World War 3 and never let up the whole time. Meanwhile, America thrived.
More recently the press said Hillary was 99.9% sure to win. That was unquestionable truth until she lost.
As with cowboy Reagan the elites lost their fuckin’ minds over Orange Man Bad because he’s the wrong kind of person. Trump and Reagan were “low class” and elites hate them with unbridled passion. It’s as if rapport with deplorables gives the media a kryptonite enema. Trump went to the University of Pennsylvania like the son of a garbage man instead of Yale like an elite billionaire. The horror!
Everyone in any media situation will tell you that Trump is dumber than dirt… as if any monkey can run a real estate corporate conglomerate. Trump is dumb just like that dipshit cowboy Reagan was dumb. The press will call Trump too dumb to be taken seriously in the same world where I’ve all watched dementia addled Biden have trouble putting on a jacket
Just because I’m tired about hearing about “low class” and “stupid”: here’s a video of New York Representative and Chair of the House Judiciary Committee Jerry Nadler shitting his pants at a podium:
(A note about “smart” versus “dumb”. When sober and healthy all of these cats are smarter than the average bear but some have only limited exposure to non-elite America. Ford, Clinton, and the two Bushes went to Yale… as expected of elites. In case you’re wondering Hillary did too. Obama went to Harvard. Yale (8 presidents), Harvard (5), William and Mary (3), and Princeton (2) have “educated” 40% of our presidents since inception and 5 of 9 since Nixon. Nixon was offered a ride to Harvard, turned it down and went to Duke. (The press hated Nixon and after he won with a huge popular sweep just like Reagan would in the 1980s. Nixon was torn apart until he resigned over Watergate, Reagan was under constant attack culminating in hearings about the Iran/Contra Affair, and Trump’s house was raided by the FBI last month. See another pattern there?).)
Trump was never elite in behavior even though he has money such that my life’s savings is a rounding error. He eats junk food, uses small words, and has a clear source for most of his assets. Just like Reagan, the press declared Trump an incompetent nincompoop almost certain to start World War 3 and never let up the whole time. Meanwhile, just like under Reagan, America thrived.
Keep comparing cycles of suck. Foreign policy under Carter was a clusterfuck just like it is now. Biden’s withdrawal from Afghanistan went so badly I’d substitute the word “flee” for “withdraw” and play it to the tune of Yakety Sax Carter’s foreign policy was to get pantsed by OPEC and the hostage crisis. The hostage crisis was a big fat hairy deal to America! America was weak and so Iran decided to roll the dice. It went like this:
“Dude you took hostages… not cool man.”
“What are you gonna’ do about it you fucking pussy?”
“I’ll call the UN!”
“I’ll call your mom!”
And that was it. What should Carter do? Hard to say. What did he do? Not a fucking thing. He couldn’t have looked more ineffectual if he stood there while Iran hit him with a custard pie.
America hadn’t recovered from a drubbing in Vietnam and it would take four Rambo movies in the 1980’s to even start thinking about it. As a kid, I expected the president to take action. Put some soldiers on planes, go to wherever this shit was happening, and reduce the place to rubble. Any kid in elementary school knows you can’t let bullies get the better of you! If some jackoff can take 52 people hostage and that’s enough to freeze all of America… how the fuck did we even exist?
Carter tried a rescue attempt. Like everything he tired, it was a world class disaster. I watched the report on the news. We tried to fly in under cover of night and the helicopters crapped out in the desert. It looked bad; incompetent. Six stoners trying to get their sober cousin to go get pizza would have looked more organized. Was it worse than Biden’s withdrawal from Afghanistan? Probably not. Carter’s massive fuck up cost less lives than Biden’s.
Regardless, neither one did well. As a kid watching black and white TV all I could think was; “Sneak in at night? We’re fucking America! Show up at dawn and tear the place apart brick by brick until no stone is left upon another.” Maybe my youthful self lacked elite nuance; I’d have said “the goal is to make taking hostages a very bad idea. Rescue people if you can but lay waste no matter what.” But you know what, my youthful brain’s reasoning had merit. Carter had people tying ribbons to trees. Fat lot of good that did!
When Reagan was elected, nobody wanted American hostages on their soil. The hostage game ended immediately. Foreign policy under Orange Man Bad wasn’t so bad either.
Carter never made anything better. When my house was cold the president told me the solution was to wear a sweater. Gas was scarce so he made laws about driving slow. He applied solutions that even a clueless kid saw as ineffective.
A child starts with the belief that adults are… um… adults. With time, they realize some adults are fucking morons. That was the lesson of growing up when I did. “Welcome to Gen X… the economy sucks and nobody cares about you.” I’m not complaining, it’s simply what it was.
Is that different from now? Has a child in 2022 witnessed intelligent adults managing events intelligently? How many canceled classes or conflicting mask mandates does it take for a kid to realize the people in charge are morons? If there’s a kid in 2022 that still thinks his teacher is pretty smart, that’s because the teacher is his drug dealer.
Eventually I sussed out the end game of the incompetence cycle. It wasn’t just bugs and gasoline and hostages… it was death. The people in charge invited death. They wanted it.
Consider the part about being cold and eating bugs. I lived in a town that had firewood and farms right there. So how the hell was it going to happen there? “Shut up kid, it’s necessary because of overpopulation.” They focused on gloom and doom even while rejecting obvious solutions.
The cycle of bullshit got dark toward the end. The elites drifted from overpopulated people nibbling on crickets to outright starvation. People in Ethiopia were starving. This was presented as if it had nothing to do with anyone in Ethiopia! It was just the beginning. A wave of death was going to sweep the planet. People in lab coats said so! Sad distended children were on our black and white TV every day. Cold, then poverty, then bugs, then death. It always ends in death. They lust for it.
Sometime in the middle of the Reagan era it dawned on the elites that none of us was going to starve as instructed. So inconvenient. Soon there was a new way all the peasants would die. Russkies would nuke us! This was the same thing since the 1950’s but Reagan was “low class”. Therefore, world war 3 was unavoidable. Working class losers voting for the dipshit cowboy Reagan had caused it! We’d voted wrong. We’d all be reduced to glowing radioactive skeletons. We deserved it!
That’s the cycle. You have to live through it and watch with clear eyes to see it. Once you see it you can’t un-see it. I’ve coined the five stage cycle of suck:
We made this situation that sucks and now it sucks to be you.
It didn’t suck in the past but now it will suck for your whole future.
Your fate is to endure the suck. You deserve it.
It’s never going to get better. You deserve it.
There are too many peasants… most of them will die. They deserve it.
What I heard half a lifetime ago is what’s being taught to kids right now. Total nuclear annihilation faded. New boogeymen are invented to suit the times. It doesn’t matter so long as it’s clear that the people who vote wrong will cause most of the peasants to die. Whether it’s from AIDS or COVID or failed crops or nuclear bombs it’s all just death. Death because you disobeyed.
Kids don’t know the authority figures, media, politicians are full of shit. How can they? They take it to heart and become twitchy. The multiple disheartening failures are always layered thick; starvation, bugs for food, no more cars, and endless death through pandemics… I could find all that in newspapers in 1975 or I could find it in Reddit threads in 2022. Same shit, new cycle.
When eggheads get too much power. They indulge in their fantasies. Their failure to use reason and grounded notions leads to mismanagement. Invariably it starts to collapse but to chance course would require discarding their false notions. Instead they double down and make it worse.
The final stages are when it’s obvious that everything sucks; they declare it’ll always suck. Nobody in the Carter era told me Reagan was going to show up and play the cold war to a no-shots fired stalemate. Nobody in the Obama era told me an Orange weirdo was going to show up and set the economy on fire until unemployment was the lowest in a lifetime. The people who bring failure want to lock you into failure. “We’re all you get and there is no other option.”
Finally comes death; the ultimate thrill for the mismanaging elite. “The peasants need to suffer and eventually die.” The reason can be anything, usually somehow tied to overpopulation. Gaia / peak oil / viral loads / etc… it’s always something. It leaves the elites in charge and the peasants eating crickets.
It’s a lie. Getting lied to sucks. It’s harder on the soul if you haven’t seen it before.
This is the third cycle of the bullshit pipeline I’ve seen in my short life. Here’s what I’ve learned:
Death and misery are not a done deal. Most of the suffering is caused by people who are incompetent and don’t want to accept their limits. When they stop doubling down, the misery ends.
Even as Carter/Obama/Biden ran/run the economy into the ground it doesn’t have to stay that way. They tell you it can’t get better but that’s because they can’t do better.
That’s the most cruel and horrible part of the bullshit pipeline. Statement #4 on the list; this is never going to get better. That’s the deadly one!
The forces that create a bullshit pipeline need you to be depressed. Happy fulfilled people don’t fall into the gravity well of bullshit. They keep on keepin’ on until another sunny day. They have weddings in the middle of wars, celebrate birthdays during a pandemic, and go fishing during a recession.
Hope comes from resilience. This is why elites that can’t manage success go after kids. They went after kids when I was a kid. They’re going after them now. For a while I truly believed by the time I was old enough to own a Chevy I’d be starving or radioactive. Fortunately, it didn’t get me down… not for long. If I’d put a bullet in my head (or let the teachers drag me down further) I’d never have a chance to blog about my two motorcycles and freezer full of bacon! The future didn’t suck!
Of three bullshit pipelines, two of them turned an economic corner and got better amazingly fast. One election and BOOM… new hope and cheaper gas. The third bullshit pipeline is going on right now. It seems to be following the same trajectory as the first two. First it’s a little funky, then it’s flat out berserk, and then we’re all gonna’ die. And then? Well I’m not sure but I’m optimistic.
The future doesn’t have to suck and I’m not listening to liars that say it must.
One key to knowing the current mess is almost entirely contrived from bullshit is to know it happened before. I’ve linked to a fictional example of the show we’re watching in real life. Watch this clip:
It’s a powerful scene from an excellent movie. (If you haven’t seen the movie Network, from 1976, you should watch it.)
In Network the man on the set is desperately struggling with his inner turmoil. You can feel his loss. He shouts “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore.” It’s not pure unhinged rage, it’s a cry of freedom. He’s telling the world “I’m not your fuckin’ pawn!” He’s not completely insane. In fact that’s the tragic part. It’s his sanity that causes his misery. His is the frustration of a man swept up in events beyond his control. His misery is exploited by everyone around him.
TV newsman Howard Beale is acting out not just because he feels like a pawn in other people’s games but because he knows it and doesn’t like it. He didn’t choose to join the parade. He cannot find a way out. He feels trapped.
That role was played (beautifully!) in 1976. I don’t think it feels outdated in 2022. I’d point out that Beale was a man of some accomplishment. He wears a suit and tie. He’s reasonably wealthy, has a position of some respect, pays his taxes, and so forth. He’s articulate and is thinking about the world around him. The thinking is the part that causes trouble. He’s a full fledged adult in a place where adults are seemingly not in charge. He’s upset that everything is going to shit but he’s also upset that the situation was neither caused by nor can be resolved by… him. He has been robbed of agency.
[Note: there was a time when a man who controlled or at least had influence over his own affairs was said to have “agency”. Online dictionaries lack this definition. They see agency as they would see bureau. Orwell called it! Words are robbed of meaning whenever it’s convenient. Tough shit, I know words and “agency” works here. Online dictionaries can kiss my ass.]
Anyway Beale hasn’t lost it because he made dipshit unwise decisions. He’s not a drug addict, bankrupt, or deeply unwise. He was pushed over the edge. In fact, he has a trace of dignity and he’s bravely holding on to it. He won’t simply submit to the madness that surrounds him. Beale would have been a straight arrow in a world that made sense to him. He could be a straight arrow again if given the chance. In the parlance of the internet in 2022; he didn’t take the ticket and therefore he resents the ride.
The movie was made in 1976. Half a century has passed.
I was alive in 1976. I was just a whippersnapper but I remember the feel of the era. It felt like that movie scene. 1976 was not a time of stable, reasoned, people doing stable reasonable things.
Everyone from that time starts their story with the oil embargo. This made the price of fuel very high. There was a recession (we’re in a recession right now if you use the original definition of “recession”). Inflation was rampant. Unemployment was high. Absolutely everything I just said is equally true of 1976 and 2022.
Economic collapse hurts. I remember my parents worried about bills. I remember plans for a house addition that never happened. I remember my dad rolling out building plans and saying something about loans. I was a smart kid. I remember hearing the interest rate he mentioned and thinking immediately and without hesitation “I guess that’s not going to happen”. I knew it instantly. And of course it didn’t happen. Inflation becomes a current that makes you stop swimming forward. Sometimes when things suck, it’s enough to tread water. (If we calculated inflation the same way we used to, we’d have a number about the same as the 1970’s. Notice how the definition of “recession” and the calculation for inflation have both changed recently. This has no effect whatsoever on the true situation. All it does is tell you the folks in charge aren’t interested in solving problems so much as appearing to solve them.)
Scarce fuel meant that for a few winters the house was chilly. After some cold winters my family installed a wood stove. I remember that wood stove fondly! It felt oh so warm to stand next to a wood stove! I remember my dad working his ass off to haul wood. I haul wood now for my own house. It’s just as hard now as it was then. From then until now, I can’t feel safe in a house that doesn’t have some sort of auxiliary heating system.
Just as now, school got funky. It went through a cycle I can only call “proto-woke”. All of a sudden my teachers started saying strange things. Most of my life they’d said things that wouldn’t be out of place in 1940 or even 1740. Fractions and letters and basics remain the same… so of course school dispensed with them and focused on “the current thing”.
First, they beat us to death over the metric system. I didn’t (still don’t) mind the idea but they went at it with the zeal of true believers. I was (am) perfectly happy measuring in centimeters or inches or fucking parsecs; units are units. The teachers were just super extra on board as if an invention from the time of Napoleon was the greatest idea of the 20th century. I assume that was an order from on high?
Later, I remember reading pamphlets generated for kids by newspaper companies and National Geographic. The pamphlets said strange things in a strange way. They had an egghead tone I eventually associated with Al Gore. The “I’m an expert so believe this crazy shit I’m saying” tone. I, a young innocent Curmudgeon, believed what they said. They were teachers and experts; how was I to know they were idiots?
I forgive myself for buying their crap. I was just a kid. I’m lucky they were enthused with millimeters instead of sexual identity. As for buying crap as an adult, how many adults tuned in to Fauchi. How many checked weekly to see if the rules from this week were different than last week, as if a virus has a calendar. How many people followed rules by Governor A and thought the dumbasses under Governor B were all going to die? How many assholes hoped those lose and risky shitheads in State B would die to prove the point? How many folks quietly grinned when the annoying uptight Puritans in State A died just as fast as the beachgoers in B? All over the world, how many elderly died alone while their full grown kids stood on the other side of a glass wall? What the fuck is wrong with society that we’d let people die alone?
Back in my youth in the 1970’s, as I had my first experience watching society crumbling, I was sure I’d never drive a car. Gasoline was running out when I was barely old enough to pedal a bicycle. It would be long gone by the time I could get a license. So sad. On the other hand, my parent’s gas guzzling Chevy turned into an efficient Volkswagen and I liked it. It was a lot cooler than the big dumb Detroit iron. It’s hard to remember, but back then most cars were made domestically and domestic cars universally sucked. They were just future rust wrapped around gutless engines. The little VW I liked so much was strange and foreign.
In 1979 America bailed out Chrysler. I was just a kid but I wasn’t dumb. “If Chrysler made shitty cars shouldn’t they go bankrupt? We bought a VW because it’s awesome. Why prop up a factory that makes junk?” A kid too young to buy beer could figure this out. The question for a cycle of bullshit is this; could adults surrounded by bullshit reason as well as naïve kid just trying his best? The answer wasn’t reassuring: “Shut up kid, this is an emergency and a one time thing.” It sounded like crap to me. I wondered why they didn’t have a better answer. Did adults just say whatever they want to get whatever feels good?
Now that I’m older I know that’s exactly what they do. What sounded like crap turned out to be crap. Always was, always will be. Detroit tanked then and has been tanking ever since. The Chrysler bailout was a “one time emergency” until it was a “happened twice” emergency. Chrysler’s second bailout came in the second wave of bullshit I’ve experienced, in 2009. General Motors got on board too. Why not? It’ll never stop so long as there’s a population of votes to be purchased with someone else’s money. [In case you’re wondering what these cycles of shitty cars and bailouts are like, here’s a post yours truly made during the second cycle (2012). (Note: Like the changing definition of “recession” and the altered calculation of inflation, the YouTube video from 2012 was memory holed. That’s the thing about bullshit, by definition it’s more for show than an actual legitimate effort to do something.)]
As happens in most shit-cycles, the food supply ebbed. Mismanaged economies always damage the food supply because mismanagers like to tinker with things. Foods popped up with packaging that looked exactly like something served in Soviet Russia or a prison. (Oh the stories I could tell about the blocks of cheese!)
The shitty packaging somehow made it cheaper in ways that weren’t clear to me. It doesn’t cost more to make packaging with a happy font or a clever word… but generics tired hard to look ugly. That was the point.
It wasn’t enough. Generics weren’t sufficiently demoralizing. Eventually school told me I’d eat bugs when I got older.
The bugs things was necessary because of overpopulation. You might think crickets on a plate is a new thing but it’s not. Every time eggheads have too much power they fuck things into the ground. Every time they fuck things into the ground someone gleefully announces their new improved variant of “peasants eat bugs”.
I was too young to know the backstory. Long before fictional Newsman Beale started shouting, Paul R. Ehrlich an incompetent dipshit professor wrote The Population Bomb. He wrote it in 1968. He predicted mass starvation at exactly the time when human beings were on the cusp of eliminating mass starvation. No kidding, the man was the most wrong a human being could be in any timeframe from Neandertals to last Tuesday.
Everything he predicted didn’t happen but it was pure crack to the elite. It “went viral” and authority figures freebased that shit like a President’s son doing coke. Elites love stories of mass die offs. The Georgia Guidestones, fretting over automated workplaces, and Fauchi all bask in the same Malthusian doom Ehrlich was peddling in the 1960’s. (Note: In the 1970’s the coked up president’s son was George Bush Jr.. Now the coked up President’s son is Hunter Biden. Different political parties, similar behavior.)
My school teachers liked to predict massive and unpleasant changes in the future. In retrospect I see a clue in the timing. All those massive and unpleasant changes were always slated to arrive after the teacher or professor or politician has exited the scene. Nobody talks about how they’re going to enjoy the bug eating future. They talk about how you’re going to enjoy a bug eating future. They harped to me (an innocent little Curmudgeon) that he’d be eating bugs before he was old enough to not drive the cars that no longer had fuel. Thanks guys!
Is it different now? Not even a bit! Here’s Nicole Kidman (inexplicably dressed like a vampire) happily eating bugs. Watch her talk about how great it is. She’s on Vanity Fair (I think) and using words like “microlivestock”. She’s proof that no matter how hot you are, you’ll eat bugs if the boss tells you to.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYhlxo6ezwE
Here’s Southpark making fun of Matt Damon eating an Impossible Burger with a cup of piss.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHVWzYWejMs
When I was in 5th grade there was a pamphlet about how we’d all eat bugs in the future because it was necessary. Someone right now is in 5th grade watching Nicole Kidman choke down live worms. Same stupid shit from the first and third cycles of bullshit in my life.
One last note; the world can go to shit but doesn’t necessarily matter to an individual. When I was a kid, the president was a loser and the economy sucked and society was crawling up it’s own ass. Yet I was a happy kid having a good time. I was happy right in the middle of a crumbling society; as are many kids right now. I had a dog and a bicycle and I went fishing. I wasn’t going to eat worms, I already knew how to catch fish.
[Note: This post was meant for Biden’s scheduled “just before Labor Day weekend” speech. Everyone was wondering what crazy hail-Mary shit would come out of the drugged up dementia patient at the podium. The speech is over now and I haven’t heard it. What was it? An air strike on Baltimore? Mass executions of Deplorables? Concentration camps for Republicans who own trucks? Declaring chicken McNuggets a banned substance? The form of the destroyer will surely be at least a little funny.
I laugh because it doesn’t have to make sense or be constrained by logic. Biden greedily sniffed the hair of Nuremberg just a year ago. “Vaccine compliance or you’re fired.” Really? He picked a fight with half the nation. Smart people don’t pick fights with millions of people at a time. Cornpop was amusing fiction, gutting the workforce wasn’t.
I sought to offer words of hope. Alas the post took on a life of it’s own and I branched out to show the dark cold misery of the 1970’s. Carter’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was darned near the same as right now. That’s how I know that stupid times aren’t necessarily forever.]
Did you notice? Was it pleasant? For most of the summer I’ve tried to keep my blog in a “lower politics than usual” mode. I’ve posted stories and essays about motorcycles and corn as much as I could. It’s not a perfect system. I think too much and fall off the wagon, but can you blame me? It’s not like one can tell a story in modern America without politics in the background. The self-inflicted decline of society is a canvas upon which we paint the true substance of our lives.
Comment: “I liked your story about going fishing in 1938 Germany but can you leave out the social unrest?”
Response: “Not in 1938 Germany.”
There’s good news though. The current chaos is not as “real” as it seems. Serial emergencies and wild swings in policy are precisely what happens when the people in charge are not in charge; particularly when they’re not in charge of themselves. Chaos isn’t an accident. Nor is it due to external forces. Shit goes wrong for everyone sometimes but when everything is going to hell all at once that’s how you know it’s self-inflicted. The universe doesn’t re-arrange itself to ruin a political theory; the theory was already shit and nobody else was dumb enough to try a shit theory. This cycle has happened before; at least three times in my meager lifetime. (There might be a fourth instant but I wasn’t paying attention so I won’t mention it.)
This is where age gives perspective unavailable to youth. I’ve watched this movie before. I made a point to remember as much as I could. That means I’ll never be quite so “hair on fire” as folks who think the world was born yesterday and it’ll end tomorrow. I endured once, I will endure again. I know this because I’m old-ish and not dead yet. Youth will someday see the other side and if they’re smart they’ll start thinking old-ish too… probably.
The advice is the same as always. Keep your wits about you. Take care with debt and other encumbrances (both fiscal and emotional). Cut lose those who would drive you mad or pull you down. Hold tight to those with whom you share a bond. Be kind to adults when you can and children all the time. Don’t lose your shit. Try to avoid dumb decisions. Know that you can’t avoid all mistakes but don’t get in the habit of maintaining bad paths. Let the lunatics flame out but don’t flame out yourself.
Buy canned goods.
Trite advice isn’t it? Well yes, it does seem trite but I’m not wrong. Do those things and you’ll be OK. Act well and you’ll be glad you kept your head on straight.
Now for the truly lost souls out there (especially youth) I offer a clue that will serve them well. If it sounds like a good idea now but it’ll make no sense when you’re old, don’t do it. Most living beings try to get old. You should to. Don’t listen to the stupid lyrics from the Rolling Stones… they got old too. Don’t screw up permanent shit when you’re 15 because it’s going to really suck when you’re old. Taking up smoking is stupid. A face tattoo is never a good idea. Doing weird shit to your face and body nudges you into a life where you’re perceived to be a thug or a moron. Unless you’re a shaman in Borneo don’t overdo the tattoos. Also, don’t cut off your dick. I really shouldn’t have to say it but now you’ve heard it. In fact, don’t cut off anything unless there’s a damn good reason for it. Don’t stick a horseshoe up your nose. Don’t drive your car into a wall. Don’t lick light sockets. Don’t knock up the wrong woman or get knocked up by a dipshit man. If you think you can’t tell the difference between man and woman, get your head of your ass. This is all basic shit.
Youth should endeavor to emerge as an adult with mind, body, and soul more or less intact. You should be free to pursue any path once you’ve started “adulting”. Try not to commit murder, star in a porn shoot, or scramble your brain. If you’re missing parts because you lopped them off… you chose badly.
That said, lunatics flaming out is nothing new. It’s only when they’re treated seriously that we even notice. Look at the person below. Before the internet would we know this person existed? Would we care? Before the internet would this person get in a car and drive clear to Washington just to scream? If an idiot screams and there’s nobody to post it on the internet did the scream matter? Does a scream ever matter?
Close association with this person will do no sane person any good. Sane people prefer to avoid idiots and maniacs.
Th image you just watched is what happens when a person publicly demonstrates their mental illness as part of a herd. God intended us to be more than herd animals. Do your part by not being a joyless zombie. Humans should be able to work together without becoming a hive mind that stampedes off a buffalo jump.
Remember what your mom said; “If everyone else jumped off a cliff would you?” In a time of decline it’s a serious question.
It’s 2022. You know the answer to the question. When everyone jumped off a cliff were you there with them? Don’t tell me your reasons. I don’t care. If you stampeded off the cliff, that’s on you. If you did something stupid, re-evaluate your choices and strive do better.
It worked. It worked fairly well. It worked so much better than it ought to! It was a dumb idea but it worked… so it’s not entirely dumb.
I went into the pig pen of weedy chaos and came back with 3 ears of perfect corn. I had no idea if they were ripe and wanted a simple test run. They were delicious!
The next day I went back and came back with 6 ears. Equally delicious. Yum!
I’ve already picked more for a third meal!
It looks like 2 ears per stalk and I know I had 23 before the weeds got deep enough to hide gorillas. I will probably get 40+/- ears from silly experiment. If I’d gotten full germination of all my seeds it would be a homesteading lottery win. I’d be firing up my canning equipment right now! But I’m not complaining, even if it’s just a half dozen meals that’s something.
It’s definitely not a conventional garden. For one thing it looks like shit. Then again I got to eat the results and they were delicious. As an experiment it’s a success. Call it proof of concept!
My pig fence is still shot but now my attitude has changed. I’ve an inkling what could be done. I lack money or time but now I have ideas and dreams!
I’d like to upgrade the fence and going to a “two pen” system. Put pigs in side A while corn and stuff grows in side B. Alternate the every year. Maybe that’ll help the “too rich to germinate” thing?
I’ve always wanted two pens for a bunch of other reasons. For example, backup in case the fence on one goes to shit or one of the pigs gets injured and has to be isolated. (That can happen.) Ha ha ha! Can you imagine the irony of an injured pig that’s put in a small corn patch to recover? My critters have great lives!
I’d like to set up the fence or gates or something so I can use my tractor without performing ballet level maneuvers. If I could take a straight shot at it without tight turns I could do miracles. I could run a disk back and forth in the pig nuked soil. Then plant TWICE as many seeds! Then run a 6’ brush-hog on the east and west boundary of the planted strip. Leave a 6 or eight foot wide strip in the middle that’s whatever corn can germinate and a bunch of mulch and of course… the damn weeds.
Or maybe I could have room to really try the sisters companion planting method. I need room to build hills with the bucket and I did learn that mulch works very well. Plus, I’m pretty sure whatever bean runners, corn stalks, and squash roots I don’t eat would be a tasty treat the next spring for the incoming piglets.
Don’t blame me for “thinking outside the box”. I’ve grown corn in the weirdest way possible but it shows signs of being viable.
A.C.
P.S. I’d also note that I used no fertilizer, no pesticides, and no watering. This was nothing like the roundup laden perfect rows you’ll see on a farm. But I did plant hybrids. For an annual like corn I don’t see why I shouldn’t go with the hybrid seed.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
John Dryden: 1631-1700
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
D. H. Lawrence: 1885-1930
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Czeslaw Milosz: 1911-2004
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
