“Mark Twain, who said so many memorable things, noted that “God created war so that Americans would learn geography.” (He also said, “Everyone complains about the weather, but no one ever does anything about it.” This, long after weather modification experiments were all the rage, but just a side note, from little ole me.)
“Donald Trump’s recent assassination of Iranian Maj. General Qassem Soleimani was not an exceptional act of madness by a deranged president. It was instead the continuation of a long, unfortunate American tradition. Military aggressiveness has been a feature of U.S. foreign policy for a very long time. As I detail in my book Crimes and Cover-Ups […]”
Jon Storrs Hall: Meet one of the many crazy technocrats who LOVE the power of weather as a weapon.And there’s a mass of minions who can’t wait to support them all.
Here’s a thought! Why don’t you use all that technology to actually help people?
Let me guess, because we the people are your targets?
“In the cybernetic age, the individual becomes increasingly subject to manipulation. His work, his consumption, and his leisure are manipulated by advertising, by ideologies, by what Skinner calls “positive reinforcements.” The individuals loses his active, responsible role in the social process; he becomes completely “adjusted” and learns that any behavior, act, thought, or feeling which does not fit into the general scheme puts him at a severe disadvantage; in fact he is what he is supposed to be…What has happened in modern industrial society is that traditions, and common values, and genuine social personal ties with others have largely disappeared. The modern mass man is isolated and lonely, even though he is part of a crowd; he has no convictions which he could share with others, only slogans and ideologies he gets from the communications media.” – Erich Fromm (The Anatomy of Human Destructiveness)
It’s invading even my preferred forums.“We’re polite here,” says the moderator, who boasts constantly about his ‘free-speech’ platform.I’m reminded of my grandmother, bless her heart, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
If I can’t say it, can I show it? Maybe with a photo or a painting or a poem?
Jan Saudek, Czech painter, photographer, hand-painted photos, pre Photoshop
Really? Are we not adults? Must every passionate reproach come with milk and cookies lest you soil yourself with fear? Must your poetic weakness control even my righteous indignation? Have you ever wondered why you’re so afraid, as you pretend you’re surrounded by love?
Shame, guilt, coercion, all erode free speech just as much as shadow banning.As do the ubiquitous ‘community guidelines’ and the silencing, the ostracizing and ‘casting out’ of uncomfortable or critical viewpoints. Funny thing is, the very ones who complain about this the most, then seem to pile it on at the very same time!
“The iron hand that crushed the tyrant’s head became the tyrant in its stead.” William Blake
Perhaps he’d be inclined today to add something like: “The velvet glove that chokes the angry voice hides a martyr in her garter.”
Like laws, these ‘guidelines’ are selective, what makes one guilty in one situation is not universally applied to another’s whose infraction yielded results beneficial, albeit perhaps even criminal, to the Alpha myth-maker’s agenda.
It all comes complete with fake feel-good language and unspoken devotion to conformity to tribe norms.Enforcing conformity through indirect aggression, as demonstrated throughPhyllis Chesler’s controversial book “Woman’s Inhumanity to Woman” or the ultra-feminization of culture, as explored through Michael Tsarion’s work on the malignant feminine we can see exactly how the Globalists and their ilk continue to successfully cast their sticky net today.
What’s unspoken, and unallowable, are questioning the underlying assumptions. “Sustainable to what/whom, exactly?”
“Efficient and effective by what standards?”
They are so seduced by the image of virtue they’ve lost touch with what virtue actually is. It’s not pretending evil does not exist. It’s not turning a blind eye. It’s not transforming dissociation into a gift. And it’s certainly not handing over all sovereignty to supposed ‘experts’ and ‘authorities’— the scourge of our modern-day adultism.
If I pretend it’s love, it is love.If I pretend it’s justice, it is justice.If I slap a happy slogan on it, paint a rainbow over it, it’s fixed.
“They are the counter-revolution that has been building in this country for over a hundred years. It is being managed from elite platforms, and its goal is the destruction of every shred of the original ideas on which this country was founded. Destruction in fact, in thought, in action, and in memory. Wipe out the memory of…Individual freedom…And what freedom implies. Wipe out self. Replace it with an all-embracing societal machine dedicated to love.”
Set the next generation up for total compliance, blind obedience to authority, and we’ll call that love and care.
Love, as in complete lack of discernment, devoid of honesty or truth, beyond accountability, and we’ll call this perfect love, ultimate love, unconditional love. Before you know it, the abused will apply this to the tyrannical state as they did to the tyrannical family.
Except, that it has lots of undisclosed conditions.Like, the tyranny of niceness and conformity.If you make her uncomfortable, the rules change. If you require accountability, the goal post shifts.
If you point out her highly conditional love, you see swiftly and clearly the real elephant in the room.
“After ten years in the field, I have had many prosecutors tell me that they prefer to not have women on their juries because women will not identify with the woman survivor, as a psychological means of reassuring themselves that nothing so horrendous could ever happen to them.Women either believe that the raped woman did something wrong that “allowed” the rape to happen—or that what happened was not rape.Either way, they themselves remain out of the Possible Victim category in their minds.”
CJ nails it with wit once again, I love when she does that.
Crazy, stupid conspiracy theorists believe a mature worldview requires skepticism toward power.
Smart upstanding citizens believe the government is your friend, and the media are its helpers.Crazy, stupid conspiracy theorists believe that powerful people sometimes make immoral plans in secret.Smart upstanding citizens believe the TV always tells the truth and the CIA exists for no reason.Crazy,…
Happy Holidays, y’all! The passing of this year is quite welcomed for us. It’s been our toughest year on the wee homestead by far. There were even a few times we discussed giving in and packing up.
We moved here in 2009, after Hurricane Ike, having purchased raw land in 2006, after Hurricane Katrina. It’s the new normal, I guess, that our memory is set by weather disasters. Now 2019 will be marked as the year of the manufactured storm bombs: crazy tornado and giant hail.
Judging from the amped-up geoengineering agendas, who knows what next spring will bring—floods, fires, more ‘tornados’, unprecedented lightening storms, maybe a land cyclone or two—certainly continued weather whiplash will remain on the menu.
I don’t imagine it’s possible to prepare for every potential catastrophe, but still, we’re staying put. It’s not that we’re gluttons for punishment, or like to live dangerously, or are too stubborn to see the writing on the wall. It’s not even that we’ve come too far to turn back now, having learned so many of the essential homesteading skills, having devoted so much blood, sweat and tears, not to mention $$, into this lifetime project.
We bought the neighboring property that had a nearly abandoned cottage, hauled off the old junk and then the real work began—paint, windows, doors, siding, deck, etc. And after the tornado, a new roof.
Some mice traps, a coat of paint, and voila!
More paint, new appliances . . .
It’s for love. Love of the land, the nature, the work, the critters, the learning, the lifestyle, and of course, love for each other. Where else would two such misfits fit except in the woods, I wonder?
When there’s no turning back, and as we’re too young yet to sit still, but too old to start over, the best option left is to up-skill. So, that’s what we’re doing.
Handy Hubby has transformed his butchering talents from mediocre to practically professional with the help of the Scott Rea Project. It is truly impressive, especially considering what big jobs he makes work in our very small space.
I’m following his lead by upgrading my own culinary crafts to include more traditional fare, like offal, which really isn’t so awful at all! This’ll be my last bad pun in this post, I promise, even though I find them offally hilarious.
I don’t really follow recipes, but I’ve been finding guidance and inspiration from Of Goats and Greens and Weston A. Price. I recently made a rather delicious Lamb Liver Loaf and an offal salad of heart and tongue. (FYI, it does not taste like chicken.)
The upturned oaks have become the perfect microclimate for Jack-O-Lanterns (Omphalotus olearius), not edible, but an appreciated gift for a friend who dyes her own yarn.The hedgehog baked and the pulcherrimum as centerpieceAn edible favorite: the hedgehog (Hericium erinaceus). And a ‘steccherinum pulcherrimum’ which means ‘appearing beautiful’
I’ll also be doing more foraging with the help of The Forager Chef and a bookshelf full of expertise on mushroom hunting, wild plants and herbs, traditional cooking and healing. I’m more committed than ever in holding space for, and gaining knowledge of, the ancestral arts and crafts that were missing from my childhood, and indeed for most of us for many generations in this country.
I’m not going to share any lame platitudes about silver linings and growth opportunities, because that’s slave-speak socially engineered by the faux-authorities to assure the rabble don’t complain about their lot in life. I intend to continue my fair share of complaining, and then some.
But, I will offer this cliché instead—It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings! And this lady’s got no plans to plump up any further, or join the choir.
“May all your storms be weathered, and all that’s good get better. Here’s to life, here’s to love, here’s to you . . .”
Try this at home:Bring up the topic of suicide and note how folks react.
On the radio yesterday, one of the south’s ubiquitous Christian family stations, were some astonishing statistics about the outrageous suicide rate currently in America. The host’s conclusion, not surprisingly, was that these poor, long-suffering individuals had not found Jesus.
I beg to differ.In fact, the suicide that hit too close for comfort this past spring, was committed by a woman who had just found Jesus, had just been ‘born-again’ baptized, and was attending a local church.
Sympathy was oozing from every direction for this apparently fragile, misguided woman, who left behind three teenage boys.
The responses I get when repeating this story always include, first and foremost, something along the lines of: “Oh, how terrible, that poor woman!”The boys are lamented also, but along the lines of how awful it will be for them to be without their mother.
And I’m thinking, “Seriously?”
The woman who spread far more pain and chaos around her than joy and caring is the one who gets the caring attention, even in death.
Why is violent sociopathy rewarded with sympathy in our culture?Suicide is extremely violent.Violence is violence, whether or not it is self-inflicted.It is also extremely manipulative, as one is freed from one’s own pain by unloading it on everyone else.
This was a grown woman, who had abandoned her children, was addicted to untold number of drugs for at least a decade, and who was unresponsive and ungrateful to the help lavished on her from countless well-meaning hosts and wanna-be saviors for years.
What about all those who were forced to witness her self-violence?What about all those who were subjected to her lies, her manipulations, her emotional and physical abuse?
What about her boys, and her parents who are forced to raise them, while she partied her life away?
Has anyone ever considered that maybe they would feel relieved to be rid of her, once and for all—that is, if relief were a permissible social option for them?Instead they are required to feel sorry for her, forever.
What about “God helps those who help themselves?”
What about the obvious fact that the suicide rate continues to rise, as the churches continue to fill, as the preachers continue to preach, as the psychiatric profession proliferates, as the pharmaceutical sales flourish, and as the entertainment industrial complex offers ever-more fun for everyone?
Might it be remotely possible, perhaps, that all the misplaced empathy and coddling to sociopathy, and the elevation of weakness, cowardice and powerlessness to a station of social superiority, might play into this problem at all?
Of course, if I point out this difference of perspective, I’m the heartless bitch with no sympathy, for the violent dead woman.
Well, I confess.Let’s just write it off as yet another case of compassion fatigue.
“When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion – when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing – when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors – when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you – when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice – you may know that your society is doomed.” Ayn Rand
The age of noncompliance is at hand, dear fellow Americans. Where will you stand, or fall?
This looks like an exciting event I wish I could attend! It’s too far for me, but I thought to repost it in the hope it will attract others who might be interested.
Rogue Food Conference – Circumvention not Compliance
First-ever Rogue Food Conference, innovative solutions to over-regulation in the food and farming space
Does your lack of food choice bother you? Then come see us, Joel Salatin and others at the one-day Rogue Food Conference.
Here’s more about the conference from Joel Salatin himself:
For the few of you who are unfamiliar with food regulations, be assured that the time has come in this country, unfortunately, where circumventing the law is more doable than complying with the law. Price, availability and safety all hinge on consumer choice in the marketplace. Right now, consumers do not have freedom of food choice. But numerous innovative folks have figured out loop holes to gain neighbor access to food options.
So it is with extreme pleasures and gratitude that I can announce this 2020 ROGUE FOOD CONFERENCE, which will explore and publicize the numerous work-arounds within our heavily regulated food space.
We’ll hear from people who sell pet food. Some have created a food church. Some operate under a non-public co-op country club arrangement. These schemes are highly creative, hated by the food police and loved by people who, as consenting adults, gratefully enjoy the empowerment of food choice freedom. When people lament the deplorable state of American food (we lead the world in junk food) too often their only solution is more regulation, from nutrition labeling laws to food temperature requirements to licensing plans.
But another alternative exists: it’s called freedom. We’ve tried top down regulatory oversight to change the food system, only to see it become nutrient deficient, sugar laden and sterile. It’s time to try a bottom up approach with some freedom instead of bureaucracy.
When you realize you’ve made a wrong turn, you stop. Maybe you turn around, maybe you ask for directions. Maybe you find a detour, or forge a new path through the unmanaged brush.
Won’t you don’t do is continue on in the same direction mindlessly.
The Technocrats have made a wrong turn, over a century ago. Some of them probably meant well, I’m sure. Despite this obvious error, they are doubling down, like addicts at the roulette table after midnight.
Here’s a courageous woman taking the journey of a lifetime, following in the footsteps of Dr. Weston A. Price, many decades later. What have the indigenous cultures to teach us about living healthy and in harmony with the natural world? We have silenced their voices to our detriment and I cheer every effort to realign with their wisdom.
