Among all the headfucked optional takes, I have a few favorites, crown jewels like “green anarchy” and the one up there in the title.

In the simplest terms, both of them describe a hard rejection of most all the shit we have made up in the last half a percent of our existence within genus Homo and the last 5% of the entire time we’ve existed as “Homo sapiens sapiens”.

I’m chucking out the bathwater, starting with the lie of Progress.

I’d like to preserve a couple of the babies in the water, but I have Conditions.

For example, I like Science. Maybe not enough to have a lawn sign on the subject (or even a lawn), but sure, I do confess to being a casual fan of experimentation and even its concretized Method.

Regrettably, the vast majority of what the lawn sign people think is Science is really just pre-existing prejudice that’s been lipsticked like a pig. A mere moldy faith-based scientism, as in:

” … the worldview of materialism, which holds that matter is the primary thing in the universe, and that anything that appears to be non-physical—such as the mind, our thoughts, consciousness, or even life itself—is physical in origin, or can be explained in physical terms.”

It is way too tempting and easy to gaze upon successful materialist priests dressed up in business attire or lab coats and assume that they are “scientists”, and to trust that false label with our lives, and the lives of our babies.

Way too easy, even for lavishly educated sapients with real good jobs, to be helplessly or willfully stupid on basic questions like these, about what this world even Is.

Swearing, kicking, begging us that you’re so not a-gamblin’, man

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In the morning, you go gunning, for the man who stole your water.

Good medicine.

After a month of try and try again, I went to bed at 10 and slept through until 4:30. I am watching the sky lighten as I type. It appears that the hangman ain’t hanging, and that too is a better answer to the frivolously ugly question of how I am.

The man who stole your water is every man and woman too, including yourself, including myself.

Gunning for him is a right and natural response, sweet dear fellow ape.

The gun, handled in your hand, is not a classic Colt.

The only weapon you have is to go deep within and, uh, Rewild or somethin’ like at.

There’s no rush and that’s a lie. The truth is it’s vitally urgent, but also that rushing is bad strategy.

We’ll get there; yes and straighten it out somehow.

I will catch up with you
at the Border, in the land of milk
and honey you gotta must put ’em
yeah you know the Rest.