I need some.
This blog has become dour. That’s because my life’s been flipped upside down like a beetle and I’m not sure if I can turn it back the right way.
I’ve missed out on two jobs due to pandemic travel restrictions. My own country has abandoned me. Those closest to me have fallen into the Woke/Covidian cult. Right now I still have no good option for getting off this fecking island and doing something with my life.
I’ve become negative about the future because it appears that hysterical restrictions on everything and tyrannical controls on free speech are here to stay.
The biggest black pill I’ve had to swallow is that most people support this Fascism Lite due to oligarchic propaganda. Whatever lame resistance I may put up will achieve little while my fellow Australians are so terrified that they’ll happily throw me under the bus.
I’ve tried to remain upbeat because my position is much better than that of many others. Those who’ve lost their jobs, for example, or their businesses, or who are stuck overseas without sufficient savings or a valid visa. Things could be worse, I keep telling myself. Shit, in this country, lockdowns are causing a big increase in malnutrition. At least I can eat.
I’ve tried to keep my mental state out of the blog. Not sure how how effective that was. I channeled my angst into my collection of short stories, working title Tales Against Humanity.
But now that’s almost complete and I’m in no better situation.
I’ve written three posts about this that I decided not to publish as they were too whiny. Now I’ve decided to say something because (a) I’ve discovered rays of light (or are they?) and (b) I want to invite readers to give me some of their own hopium.
Some people on our side are awaiting a miracle. The Q crowd can hardly believe that Trump hasn’t yet returned to Earth on a fiery chariot. Some conservative Christians seem to be expecting it to start raining toads.
This is not a dig at Christianity. Faith can help one cope with bad times but should not inspire one to fold his arms and wait for God to sort it out. That’s not how it works.
Wherein lies your candle of hope, the reader asks?
As hath been spoken: SJWs always lie.
They want to demoralize us
A lot of propaganda (which I feared this blog might be conflated with) seeks to make us believe we are already defeated. Blatant hypocrisies are waved under our noses. The faceless oligarchs do not try to hide the fact that the Western Emperor is a senile puppet.
What do they fear might happen if we remain moralized?
I don’t know, but that’s good enough reason for anyone to keep his chin up.
So what if many others have succumbed to the soy? Better one good man in your foxhole than a dozen dipshits.
They are trying to silence us
Why? Aren’t we supposed to already be defeated? What’s so dangerous about us using mainstream platforms to speak the truth? Why does the MSM have to carefully curate content so that every story either enhances the narrative up to the last few paragraphs that no one reads, or gets buried altogether?
Why are they trying so hard to hold a pillow over the face of alternative platforms?
Why fear speech?
I can’t see at this point how mere talking can change anything, but if they want us to stop it, we should definitely continue.
They seem genuinely afraid of a fancy-dress insurrection
Of course, this is being used as a burning-of-the-Reichstag excuse to go after any remaining pro-Trump elements. However, that’s not the whole of it. There’s real fear there.
Fear of what?
Of real disobedience which deep down they think they deserve. Here’s a fact that few mention, and which only occurred to me today: had Trump been a more devious and courageous man, he might have actually seized power on January 6th. In that alternative timeline, the US has fallen apart with blue states rejecting Washington’s rule and going their own way.
But Trump was unfocused and cowardly, hoping that others might lead and sacrifice on his behalf while he washed his hands of the whole affair.
I am not saying he should have done it. Rather, I’m saying he could have done it had he been the villain his enemies imagined.
Our rulers’ hold on power is more fragile than it appears.
Obviously we should not be plotting a real insurrection, but this show of weakness demonstrates that with a bit of pushback, lockdown restrictions and Woke impositions can be easily swept aside in those regions where they are least welcome.
We’re being menaced by paper tigers. Drum up support and watch them fold.
Aside from these tells, there is one more reason for hope:
The future is unknown
Few in 1985 would have guessed what 2020 would look like. Few of us today can imagine what 2055 will look like. Things change.
It is possible to make reasonable predictions 10, 20 or even 30 years out but above that, too many variables come into play. Anything could happens and it probably will.
Don’t channel your hopium into irrelevant campaigns. Retail politics is rotten and organized movements are for fools.
We can, however, start make changes in our own tiny lives.
I’ve got some ideas.
How about youse? Hit me with your hopium.
Postscript: This blog is apolitical in the sense that it does not attempt (very hard) to change anyone’s mind, nor does it attempt to reinforce our tribe’s axioms – which often infuriates.
I would prefer that my reader hold his views lightly.
The People’s Blog is not a tool in the present struggle. Uncertainly and ambiguity are welcome here. Being an obscure and unimportant place, this is a venue for the free discussion of interesting ideas, not for propagandizing the masses.
This isn’t one of my secret handshakes. I just mean the things that I said.