Diet Pushing, Politics and Pigs

Warning: This post contains images and commentary potentially unsavory or offensive to vegetarians and vegans.

My most used cookbook has a provocative title–Nourishing Traditions: The Cookbook that Challenges Politically Correct Nutrition and the Diet Dictocrats by Sally Fallon.

I am not a diet pusher; I am a critic of diet pushing.  I’ve long had an interest in diet and nutrition and like most Americans, by the age of 30 I’d heard it all said by the slogans of the diet dictocrats.  Eat beef.  Don’t eat beef.  Eat eggs.  Don’t eat eggs.  Drink milk.  Don’t drink milk.  Watch your calories.  No, watch your fats.  Watch your sugar.  No, watch your salt. No, make that sugar and salt.  Caffeine causes cancer.  Caffeine doesn’t cause cancer.  Wine is good, or bad.  Grains are good, or bad.  I could go on for pages here, but I know you know what I’m talking about.  Nutrition science is right up there with environmental science as being ever-changing and ever-controversial.

Currently the diet pushers are promoting vegetarianism and veganism.  I say currently, though it goes back many decades, because it seems to be hitting a crescendo lately.  As a case in point, a sociology professor demonstrates just how political diet can be, arguing in a recent article that eating meat perpetuates ‘hegemonic masculinity’ and ‘gender hegemony’.

“To study the link between masculinity and meat, DeLessio-Parson interviewed 23 vegetarians who live in Argentina to probe how they deal with their country’s “meat-centric” culture, finding that being vegetarian itself is a political act.”

“Refusing meat therefore presents opportunities, in each social interaction, for the [gender] binary to be called into question.”

https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=10221

My immediate thought, after laughing out loud, was: “So if meat represents ‘hegemonic masculinity’ does dairy represent ‘hegemonic femininity’?”

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I love cheese!

But jokes aside, what I find most interesting about the vegetarian/vegan phenomenon is that it has so deeply penetrated a few sectors of society where it seems to me to be terribly misplaced: libertarianism, anarchism, paganism, and even among homesteading/sustainability advocates.

I have no criticism to direct at these groups and individuals making their choices to enjoy whatever diet and lifestyle they wish.  Many vegetarians and vegans choose this diet for valid ethical and health reasons and I applaud this conscious choice on their parts.

My issue is when, and why, and how, diet becomes a tool of politics.  And especially, when those politics are propagandizing and peddling false information.

There are many others out there with this same concern besides Sally Fallon.  Some other powerful players have also spent considerable time and research adding to the conversation, like Michael Pollan, Wenonah Hauter, Marion Nestle, Nina Teicholz, Joel Salatin, among many more.

The only thing I can add to the wealth of knowledge already out there is my personal experience and opinion living now very close to the land and our own food sources for many years: Veganism is antithetical to sustainable agriculture, permaculture, homesteading, and any other system or worldview where decentralization is a valued goal.

Here is why, in words and pictures.

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From squeal to plate

Growing grains and legumes requires vast expanses of managed land that is kept free from predators and pests.  Our fruits and vegetables require keeping out the vast and varied competition from deer, rabbits, squirrels, feral hogs, birds, rodents and insects of all sorts.  Eating vegetables and grains does not equate to NOT killing animals.  You’re simply killing/trapping/disrupting other wild creatures other than the omnivores do.

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Rape-seed (canola) fields, Moravia 1994

If it is not local, it is not sustainable.  Pineapples from Hawaii, kiwis from Australia, grapes from Chile, grains from India–these are all great luxuries and it’s a treat to be able to enjoy them thanks to modern technology and transport.  But anarchists and voluntaryists, pagans, homesteaders and all those who understand and recoil at the undue influence of Government power in our daily lives surely understand that without local control of sustainable food production the community, family and individual are forever at the mercy of a centralized system.

If it’s not local, if it’s not sustainable, it should be understood as the icing, not the cake.  Leave the icing to Big Brother if you must, but certainly let’s get his hands out of the cake!

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Real men have real skills.

These skillsets have been lost and need to be reclaimed–it’s how we all got here, after all.  Proper handling of a gun, knife, heavy carcass is skilled labor and if it’s men who are more capable and interested in handling these chores, praise be to the heavens, I say.  This doesn’t mean every man must want to do these things, but it certainly means we should not be discouraging them with nonsense about meat as synonymous to a brutal patriarchy.

Vegetables, grains, fruits, most things that grow need good soil.  Good soil is created with compost, manure and other fertilizing elements which, in the amount required for the large tracts of land required to produce grains efficiently, and in the absence of farm animals’ excrement, must be purchased, most likely from large corporations.

Cui bono, or, for whose benefit?

In the case of a truly sustainable setting there are many benefactors to a family’s pig slaughter: the dogs, the poultry, the vultures, the insects and the soil.  Not to mention the human guests, of course.

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In the case of a vegan diet?  Big Ag benefits most of all.  I know many vegans are well-meaning and will bristle at that comment, but this is just the plain truth.  No small local farmer can compete with grain and vegetable prices of big ag.  While it’s true they can’t compete with the meat prices either, in our case currently, and in most places without an ideal growing climate, pound per pound, meat is cheaper and easier to produce than vegetables or grains.

With the on-going geoengineering assault on the weather, I expect this will become more true in the immediate future.  Even worse, I expect in less than a decade we will all be forced to grow vegetables indoors as the weather will become too unpredictable for even hobby and homestead gardeners to have reliable produce.

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Roses blooming in December, and snow in south Texas = weather whiplash (geoengineeringwatch.org)

Not only do we get to enjoy the ribs, and the hams, and the bacon, oh my, but also the lard, the cracklins (aka chicharones or pork rinds), and the happy dogs when they get pork instead of poultry for a change.

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Homemade chicarones taste way better than store bought.
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Advice on last week’s evening news: Feed your dogs raw carrots for treats because bones, skin and fat are bad for them.  Someone should really inform dogs of this preference, I don’t think they know it yet.

Want to challenge the diet dictocrats? Want the politics off your plate?  Don’t go vegan, go hyper-local!

Here’s a good place to start:

https://www.westonaprice.org/

Best business idea I’ve seen all year, most impressive!

 

 

 

 

 

Crimes of Mena

As I mentioned in the two previous posts, I’m revisiting research I did over a decade ago thanks to the ‘blockbuster movie’ with Tom Cruise (American Made) about the story of a small airport in western Arkansas that was implicated in the transport of weapons and drugs during the Iran-Contra hearings.  We already got another Hollywood version of the story in a made-for-TV movie starring Dennis Hopper, but it’s such a good one I guess they couldn’t resist to rehash it once again.

Mena was only one of several locales in the region involved, but it was the one that got the most press, by far.  Here in a town of only 5,000, in a ‘dry county’ (alcohol prohibition), in the lovely Ouachita mountains, a tiny speck on the map, was a cornerstone piece of a conspiracy spanning now seven Washington administrations.

Instead of results, we get a banana republic.  Instead of the truth, we get Hollywood films.  Instead of accountability, the perpetrators and traitors get promotions.  Instead of safer streets and communities, we get drugs and weapons through tiny Bible belt towns.  Nothing has changed.

And like any good conspiracy, the web of truth and lies is as twisted as any Gordian knot.  The agendas and accusations fly as high and fast as old Barry’s Fat Lady, his infamous airplane shot down in Nicaragua and traced back to the then named, Rich Mountain Aviation, Mena, AR.

The cost of living an exciting life is high.” Barry Seal

Indeed it is, for Seal as well because, spoiler alert, he gets killed, they say by Medillin cartel hit men.  I do not know which of whose versions of what really happened and I doubt few others do either.  That’s how conspiracies are designed to work, like a maze full of traps of misinformation, to keep folks speculating for generations to come.  So they can keep selling box office hits to keep the scoffers and the coffers pumping. As long as nothing really changes.

Most likely, the major figure in this case, Terry Reed, ex-CIA agent and whistleblower, was being factual when he wrote in his confessional tome Compromised: Clinton, Bush and the CIA that: “Believing Mena to be a major drug-smuggling mecca because of Seal’s cover as a trafficker, a state police investigator would later testify that stake out operations at the Mena airport by a joint task force included even agents from the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission. Nothing had been accomplished, because they did not realize that the CIA used Seal as a diversion to distract them from what was really happening at Nella, just under their noses 12 miles away. And, by the time the stakeout even began, the training operations at Nella had already been shut down and some of those involved at Nella were being groomed for bigger and better opportunities in Mexico. (198)”

What happens each time a new exciting, glamorous high crimes story is rehashed, it shifts the “Overton Window.” From Wikipedia: “The Overton window is an approach to identifying which ideas define the domain of acceptability within a democracy’s possible governmental policies. Proponents of policies outside the window seek to persuade or educate the public in order to move and/or expand the window. Proponents of current policies, or similar ones, within the window seek to convince people that policies outside it should be deemed unacceptable.”

Instead of outrage, we’re used to it now.  Drugs for weapons, weapons for drugs, no biggie. Yes, we all know the government is involved, old news.  The War on Drugs? You mean where street users are thrown to the wolves of the prison industrial complex? Yes, yes, we know already.

Recently I was thumbing through the comments section of a YouTube clip on Mena which quipped, this old story is like ‘conspiracy light’ compared to what’s going on today.

I unfortunately agree.  But I think I’ll keep posting on it a bit longer anyway.  Maybe it will help one more person to see what we are really dealing with here in our government and how the world really is run by tribal warfare and mafia-style conspiracies while the mass of men continue sleeping. or playing along.

Some links and references of interest in further research for anyone interested. Unfortunately, I suspect due to censorship, much of my original material seems to be not available online.

Johnson, Haynes, Sleepwalking Through History, New York, W.W. Norton & Company, 1991. History of the Reagan years traces the relationships of William Casey, Manuel Noriega and the Medellin cocaine cartel.

Levine, Michael, The Big White Lie, New York, Thunder’s Mouth Press, 1993 DEA undercover investigator learns that the biggest deterrent to stopping the drug epidemic is the CIA.

McCoy, Alfred, The Politics of Heroine, Brooklyn NY Lawrence Hill Books, 1991 Excellent history about CIA complicity in the global drug trade, from the French Connection, to Southeast Asia and onward into the Afghanistan and Latin America.

https://tragedyandhope.com/peace-revolution-episode-092-the-national-security-coup/
A fantastic comprehensive overview, long, but well worth it.

https://ratical.org/ratville/JFK/crimesOfMena.html

https://etherzone.com/deep-inside-the-clintonian-reich-mena-arkansas-drugs-money-and-murder/menaairport

 

The Mena Connection

In the summer of 2006 I spent considerable time researching the Mena connection to the Iran-Contra affair and sent many letters to various people involved as well as to Reader’s Digest and other publications for a chance to cover the story for them.

Here is one of many I wrote to Washington officials, which I now believe is the reason I was put on some kind of ‘watch list,’ requiring me to get double and triple screened at the airport. I stopped flying immediately once I realized these searches were not ‘random’ as I’d been repeatedly told.

Senator Jim Leach
2186 Rayburn House Office Bldg
Washington, D.C. 20510

Dear Senator Leach,

First, I would like to thank you for the many years of work you have dedicated to office in order to further the social amelioration of our country and make our political arena a more just and honorable institution.

I am writing to you as a concerned citizen in regards to the investigation on Mena, AR conducted while you were Chairman of the House Banking Committee. At that time, I applauded your diligence in pursuing the matter of the train murders and their subsequent cover-up and entanglement with the Iran-Contra affair after no fewer than eight state and federal investigations had been dropped. I felt so strongly that your honesty and integrity would triumph no matter who was learned to be at fault, in other words, I thought you had a non-partisan commitment to this issue.

I know you can understand my disappointment in learning that your investigation has also been dropped and this terrible series of crimes continues to be unsolved and its perpetrators unpunished. I have contacted your office several times to try to find the reason behind this dismissal despite the years and millions spent to bring it to justice. I was finally told by a quite impertinent staffer of yours, named Mr. Greg Wierzynski, that if no report has been published than it is none of my business and that if I feel far too much money was wasted in all these fruitless investigations that were started and never finished than this was ‘just my opinion.’

Why were there years of research conducted by Steve Ganis never completed? Why, as a tax-paying citizen, do I have no right to such information as he was able to un cover? And how could so many investigations be started and never finished if in fact there is nothing to hide?

Honorable sir, do you really want your name attached to another incomplete and unpublished investigation for all of history? Do you really think the future citizens of the country will leave such a scandal permanently undisclosed? Do you not worry about the political climate we are handing down to our children—one that is wrought with bi-partisan criminals go unpunished because they are above the law? It is very hard for me to imagine that a man who has dedicated his life to politics did so not out of any sense of moral or social duty, but rather for some other, and therefore far less honorable, reason.

This scandal touched so many Americans on so many levels and to see it continually ignored by every administration is no less than heartbreaking. It makes me afraid for the world, and very frankly, ashamed to call myself an American.

Thank you for your time and consideration, honorable senator.

(I was one small voice in an enormous sea of outrage. My deep gratitude to those actual journalists, investigators, whistleblowers who provided all the content for researching this subject. I will give them credit wherever I know who they are over these series of posts.)

A good documentary to start with some of those biggest names and efforts:

 

 

American Made: Reality-based Fantasy

Another real-life murderous criminal conspiracy turned into cagey comic Hollywood blockbuster with all that this entails, including, but not limited to: shallow, superficial characters pumped with botox, canned laughter, glamorized crime and ridiculous happy endings. And I haven’t even seen it yet!

But I know something about this story, quite a bit actually. That is, about the real story, that took place in Mena, Arkansas, among other big and small towns in the jurisdiction of the Dixie Mafia. In fact, in ‘conspiracy’ circles it’s a huge, old story. Old as in, decades old, first surfacing around the time just before the Iran-Contra hearings, you know those televised ‘trials’ kind of similar to the OJ Simpson trials only starring Oliver North, where we all witnessed the charade of our justice system live on prime-time.  I was a teenager.

I watched about it on TV and in the newspapers for about a decade and in that time my father moved to Mena, AR with my half siblings, and eventually came to marry a local woman and eventually still, to lease space at that airport. I’m not saying they or anyone they know have anything to do with these crimes and coverups, only that for me there was an added interest. I mean, it’s a super small town, about 5,000 people, which I would take as nothing more than odd coincidence and just write it off, expect that I got curious, which led to reactions I did not at all expect.

Over the next few posts I’ll be recounting some of this, as well as providing additional documentation to demonstrate that unlike what is stated in the below New York Times article, this story is most certainly not “based on a true lie.” It’s based on a true conspiracy.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/28/movies/american-made-review-tom-cruise.html

List of precursory articles:

Lemons, Terry and Fullerton, Jane “Perot Called Clinton About Mena Inquiry” ARKANSAS DEMOCRAT-GAZETTE, April 19, 1992 “Bill Clinton to discuss the allegations of cocaine trafficking on behalf of the Contras in Mena.”

Morrison, Micah, “Mena Coverup? Razorback Columbo to Retire,” WALLSTREET JOURNAL May 10, 1995, p. A18 “Recounts the efforts of Arkansas State Policeman Russell Welch to investigate Mena, and the career troubles which ensued.”

Morrison, Micah, “The Mena Coverup” WALLSTREET JOURNAL Oct. 18, 1994 IRS Investigator William Duncan developed documentation proving the monay-laundering of cocaine profits through Arkansas.

Nabbefeld, Joe, “Evidence on Mena-CIA ties to go to Walsh: Airport inclusion in Contra probe urged, ARKANSAS GAZETTE, Sept. 10, 1991 Iran-contra Independent Counsel Lawrence Walsh is given evidence on drug money-laundering involving CIA-Contra activities at Mena.

Norman, Jane, “Arkansas Airstrip Under Investigation” DES MOINES REGISTER, Jan. 26, 1996 pg. 3 House Banking Chairman Jim Leach is investigating Mena.

I have several pages of these articles compiled, as well as some personal anecdotes to share along with them, I do hope you’ll come back to try to gather what might most likely be behind the reality-based fantasy blockbuster starring the legendary Tom Cruise, Scientologist extraordinaire.

Which came first, the truth or the fiction?

 

Reclaiming Time (part 3)

On becoming my own Authority

I have been fortunate enough to be able to fashion a life that affords me more freedom than the vast majority of the world’s population. While there was a fair degree of luck in this good fortune, there was also a fair degree of sacrifice, and I believe, a dash of ancestral wisdom.

Could it be because my Sir name is Shepard that I now find myself so comforted sitting among the pups and sheep? I’m not saying one has a destiny that could be decoded so simply as through a name, though I do think the clues to our destiny, individually and collectively, are all around us in every moment.

What it takes to see the clues is the very thing The System works to deny us: Unstructured time.  The System calls this loafing.

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Time to absorb, to reflect, to introspect, to daydream. Time to watch the sheep and the pups.

This is different from what The System does provide in order to replace unstructured time, which is Entertainment.  Which, by its nature, is extremely well-structured.

I find the path the thoughts take in unstructured time is intrinsically connected to creativity, which is a joy in its own right and not necessarily a precursor to productivity.

Where my thoughts go, I imagine, are at once beyond time and space and amalgamation of time and space, co-creating the pathways to the Self.

In the Western world today there is loads of criticism directed at the narcissism of the youth. I believe this is primarily a grammatical and perception issue. Just because the younger generation prefers Selfies and the Internet more than old Westerns and glib conversation does not necessarily make them more narcissistic than previous generations.

I think they are searching for paths to Self that are becoming increasingly more difficult to sense as the social structure becomes increasingly hostile to individuality.

Or, maybe the social structures have always been hostile to individuation, and the youth, generation by generation, continue to claw away at that putrefying foundation.

Maybe, on the inside, with every social Selfie they scream, “I will be seen! My presence here will be recorded in time! I will matter!”  They just can’t figure out how and why they will matter, because we lost that thread several generations ago.

Could it be they sense that time for them is running out? Could it be an act of desperation to record every moment and connect it somehow with the world at large? Could it be that we, of the older generations, in our criticism of their narcissism is a reflection of our own narcissism? Is it our own non-acceptance of a role that told us when we were children that which I heard so often in my own upbringing: “Children are to be seen and not heard.” Are we subtly sensoring them due to our own unprocessed fear?  Are we repeating to them with our criticism, ‘don’t be the tall nail or you’ll get hammered down’? Or my personal favorite: “Don’t be so entitled.”

Who are the black sheep of today’s youth I wonder sometimes as I’m watching the sheep. Maybe that’s where our criticism should be directed. Where have they gone? Have we been so successful as a ‘civilization’ that we have managed to breed out the black sheep?

On becoming my own Authority I’ve realized I have an amazing gift of finding my own teachers when I’m left with my own instincts and unstructured time. This is often thanks to technology, but not always. There is so much knowledge being shared on Youtube that our television hangs nearly useless in the living room most days. I’d bet The System calls most of these at least arrogant, if not narcissistic. How dare they skirt the established hierarchy and create their own channels. How dare they question their social roles, or entice, indeed, provoke me to question mine.  The System calls them just another nutter with a podcast.  A so-called lone wolf or black sheep.

Here is one such ‘teacher of the week’ for me. I hope his narcissism peaks for many videos to come, because he’s got great gifts to share, just as we all do.

Michael Black was introduced to me by two other powerful teachers at Unslaved.com: Michael Tsarion and David Whitehead

https://unslaved.com/episode-47-give-us-solutions-feat-michael-black/

Below in the video The Endgame for the United States, Mr. Black talks about the inevitable MEGACITY of the near future and its myriad challenges according to the Pentagon.

He delves more into that pesky Progress and what it’s doing to the individual and the world. He advises one thing here I am inclined to advise against, which is, leave here if you can.

Defeatism, I suggest, Mr. Black. Don’t undermine us, we just may have the ancestral wisdom and courage to stand and fight. If only we could get the youth to see there’s something here still worth fighting for.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV45sOakhsI

Reclaiming Time (part 2)

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Me 3rd from left with friends in front of the Prague Astronomical Orloy, 1995

I lived for decades at the command of Time, Inc. That’s how I understand it after nearly a decade now adjusting to the rhythm of nature. Before that I’d lived like most others in the post-industrial world with a calendar that was invented not by nature but by men. As a young student bells sent me scurrying from one room to another along with the rest of my peers.

I didn’t like it even then, didn’t understand it, though I was always curious and loved learning.  But as I had known nothing else, as a university student I thought it a fantastic improvement to be free to walk from building to building based on my watch, free-range and bell-free.

I thought Time, Inc. was ingenious as it got me on the planes and trains and kept me punctual for my various social roles as a student, a teacher, a patient, a shopper, a volunteer, and the various other obligations of ‘she who is participating.’  The clock got me to the concerts on time.

“Get in the game!” was the advice from all directions. I did sometimes question this word, ‘the game.’  Is that what this is?

I have never been a big player of games; I don’t particularly like them.  At one point it occurred to me, so, if this really is a game, I can choose whether or not to play?

So, slowly, little by little, I began to remove myself from the game. Like all games the ones who’ve created the game make the rules. It is only a one who follows the rules who wins the game. You may scoff at this analogy now and say, but there’s so much corruption and crime and it clearly pays, so it’s actually breaking the rules which gets one ahead. If this is what you are thinking, you haven’t yet understood the game. The game is working as it is meant to function.

I figured not only did I not make the rules of the game, I don’t particularly like it and I started to resent all the advice that insisted I continue playing it.  Seems logical enough that you can’t win a game if you don’t like playing it. Or, maybe you can, but then you’d be winning just to win and not because you enjoyed playing. Not really my style.

Notice I have now started five paragraphs with “I.” I do this quite deliberately.

“I” is who I know, not you, not we, not them. To know oneself is not to know all men and this is part of the on-going collectivist brainwashing flooding the culture. We are not all one. We are not all in this together. We are not all created equal. In fact, we should, in my opinion, stop striving for equality altogether. It’s not working.

I admit, I was once one who said such things as this on my first website nearly 20 years ago: “Once we have leveled the playing field in education around the globe communication will flourish and then we can call ourselves One World.”

I had drunk the Kool-Aid. I really believed this then. I was too young and optimistic to understand that ‘leveling the field’ meant leveling it to the least common denominator, not the greatest. I did not understand Globalism at all and thought ‘One World’ sounded pretty awesome and fun.

I was a card-caring member of Time, Inc.

I remember one night on the exquisite Old Town Square in the Czech Republic gazing with a large group of tourists many an evening at the famed Prague Orloj, a working astronomical clock 600 years old. It was one of my favorite spots in the city, a city where I was lucky enough to live before the latest great invasion of mass tourism.

I remember what the Charles Bridge looked like at night in winter with only a handful of locals walking over it.  Back then there was a free puppet show behind a makeshift stand under the bridge where I sat on the ground with a dozen children listening to them laugh, which was making me laugh. That was 1989.  I have photos somewhere in a box that are mostly blurry or dark, sometimes in black and white, because that was the only film I could find there to buy.

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Fast forward a decade, then two, and you can barely get over the bridge and it has become a sort of tourist marketplace. That pesky Progress at work again.

I’m not bitter, though I know I sound that way sometimes. I still have my memories, one of the few states which has remained, at least in part, at least for now, beyond Time, Inc.

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So it was one night, as I said, on the exquisite Old Town Square gazing with a large group of tourists (not quite this large!) waiting for the Apostles on the clock to do their nightly dance, when an English-speaking drunken youth passes between the clock and the upward gazers, his back to the crowd, raises his arms in worship and slurs at the top of his lungs as it begins to chime on the hour, “Oh my God! Oh my God! OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!” Falling to his knees theatrically then, to the astonishment and awkward chuckles and eye rolls from the crowd.

I laughed at the time, mostly at the audacity of it. Now I wonder if that sauced joker realized how genius his move actually was. And how memorable.

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30 Days Clean

I got my 30 day chip and then relapsed.  I was nervous about telling Handy Hubby.  I couldn’t decide if it was better to admit it immediately, or to wait until he was home from work.  In person, that’s better, right?

Or, was I just stalling.

August, my annual month of failures.  I was doing so good; I was so confident. Then BAM, it’s always the same, from white to black in an instant.  What is this mysterious pull we call addiction?  It’s more powerful than the will of the most powerful around us.  In my circle of fellow addicts not even a one commented they’d noticed I’d been away, so absorbed are these friends in addictions of their own.

I was on the wagon, as they say.  Or is it off the wagon?  I can never remember.  It felt good, really good.  I didn’t want it anymore, I could see through its tempting illusions, the anxiety and regret and guilt had vanished.  I was above it, looking down on my previous weaknesses as a queen might a pauper.  Over-confidence, perhaps.  Maybe I should’ve gone to a meeting.

Is there a Fakebooks Anonymous?  In fact, a whole Escape Social Media extended program for abusers (preferably in Hawaii)?

I see acute and chronic symptoms in folks all around me, yet few of us even try to escape it even knowing it’s being monitored and manipulated by the CIA, the NSA and who knows who in the world else.  The evidence and confessions cannot be ignored, the cognitive dissonance cannot continue to control us all forever.

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I wanted to find someone, that’s what did it, my relapse.  How sad is that?  I had no other way to find this person except through FB.  This is unhealthy dependence, a solution that creates another problem, quite a few more in fact.

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But I found our sweet pups there!

I have 300+ “friends” there!

How will I know what’s happening with the half dozen actually friends who post there?  Don’t I learn what’s going on in the world there?

Every new person I meet wants to connect on FB; it’s one of the first questions now between strangers who want to stay in touch.  Are you on FB?

Can I say ‘no’?  It seems almost . . . impolite.  Not to mention, a bit suspicious.  Who’s not on FB these days?  Might he be a criminal? Who is she hiding from?

Whether on the wagon or off it, round and round I go.

Maybe I need some FB methadone.  Like, to go to back to my favorite old comfort zones:  Love Boat, Fantasy Island, Charlie’s Angels.

Or, maybe Dr. Phil can help me.

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