Moth Ankles is my metaphysical alter ego; a fatalistic, devil-may-care man who struggles to exist in a world with no inherent meaning.
Born from the homage to the indomitable Cocaine Biceps aka Galaxy Knuckles aka Thor Molecules aka Ghostface Killah, the original iteration of this self was known as Meth Ankles.
As time wore in and my alter self became more self-aware, I was awoken to the depressed realization that I had a severe lack of cowardice. It was with this in mind, coupled with my deep love for the 19th century golden era of Russian literature that I evolved as the enlightened and absurd "Moth Ankles".
Friday, August 22, 2014
Saturday, January 4, 2014
The Ironic Case of Vladimir Putin an original essay by CutTheCrackJack [Draft]
[U][B]The Ironic Case of Vladimir Putin, an original essay on how an autocrat of the state exists because of the democracy of life.[/B][/U]
By most all biographical accounts, of which there are many, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin has an affinity for vodka, stout German beers and telling vulgar jokes in even the most formal of settings.
Putin, in an effort to properly frame a vanity worthy of his post, will only deign to tranquilize bears, tigers and whales, ride horses through the Urals while topless and, though elaborately staged in the heavy handed way usually seen in the regimes of cherub-faced fat kids, when he swims the breast stroke for 200 meters in rivers or cliff dives into the Black Sea, his proud Slavic torso conjures up none of the silly and amateur shame one equates with the North Korean propaganda machine.
This is the profile of a man who, with a hard to substantiate at $40B in net worth, is estimated to be one of the world's richest men and who tops the Forbes list of “[I]Most powerful man in the world[/I]”.
Putin is also a 5'7, 160 pound, 61 year old man with a wedding singer-bad quality comb-over and a weird overbite thing going on.
He is not particularly intelligent or gifted, is not from a storied family or of wealth or prestige (actually, there is evidence that points to his actually being a pauper, ill-bred and being adopted), and he owes much of his amazing vertical march from the nadir of Russian society to his current perch on the peak to interpersonal relationships, risk and luck.
Relationships. Risk. Luck.
If those general ingredients sound vaguely familiar and comforting it is because those are exactly the same platitudes we stir together and sell as "The American Dream." Isn't it easy, then, to see how Vladimir Putin evokes such interest and fascination, if not outright empathy from American men of ability and ambition?
Ideologically neutral, joining a movement for only so long as it suits his personal and political needs until it no longer serves the self, Vladimir Putin embodies many of the characteristics of a generation- one that we deride here in America- that we call "The Millennials."
--
“You can do anything” I reiterated to my son after subjecting him to Pixar’s 2007 film Ratatouille whose democratizing and feel-good mantra “Anyone Can Cook” is underscored by the story’s ethereal donor Chef Gusteau.
And isn't that the point, that anyone can possibly do anything?
Almost. I hope to explain, and through great irony, how Vladimir Putin the despot ruler and indisputable bad ass of the world is one of the greatest threats to the world's torchbearer of Democracy* because of our world's inherent democracy vis-à-vis fatalism.
--
Anyone can do anything.
What I've left out up to this point is that the above is not true. At least it is not [i]entirely[/i] true if one realizes that what is omitted -- what we either don't say, realize or consciously know-- is that our life and accomplishments are inextricably slaves, chained to what exists as the current conditions or the foreseeable future conditions (which becomes a current condition) by what we can materially affect.
So what does that mean? Truly then, we cannot do "anything".
The extreme examples we see in history**, or anecdotally, are really not amazing and otherworldly feats but only extremely (and relatively) valuable outcomes from optimal conditions, within the confines of material space and time (which is our metaphysical limit). We are fated to exist in a world with preset physical laws, societies, culture and relative morality. To the extent we can affect our world is fated by our corporal temporal shelf-life and viability within the sandbox we were placed.
So what were the optimal conditions that gave rise to Russia being ruled for the last fifteen years by a poor, orphaned, wholly average, arguably sociopathic but otherwise nameless guy?
Extreme image crafting.
If you are on facebook, image crafting is something we see everyday through our network of friends and peers. At it's essence, it is manipulating and leveraging information (whether it be words, photos, locations, etc.) in order to affect and project an outward image in whichever way the crafter deems ideal.
Putin had the perfect opportunity to be an image crafter.
Putin joined a KGB that, contrary to popular American romanticism, was not a vodka-fueled mixture of the Russian version of the Soprano’s and a Mexican Gulf Cartel with a splash of 007, but was rather a bloated, bureaucratic version of our volunteer armed forces who sit behind desks.
He dicked around for a while making minimum wage in East Germany as the equivalent of a middle manager that kind of rises up through the system and gets a little savvier with each bump in raise and responsibility instead of petering out to the peter principle*** in St. Petersburg (okay, that was obnoxious I'll edit this out) until getting a break by way of a relationship he fostered to get into politics. Nobody can really explain the truth about this relationship as these two men, Putin and Sobchak, when asked even have conflicting messages and widely varying accounts of how their partnership came to life. How even now the real arrangement between the two men can be obscured with individual agenda and egotistical lobbying is because of the optimal condition Putin had the fortune of being in, which is to say his entrapment in a closed political system with an unremarkable career in the KGB.
By the time Putin reached an unlikely position of prominence and influence, he was able to basically invent his own credibility and qualifications without any of the negative blow back that we’d see in more transparent political and societal systems. Simply put, Putin had the good fortune of growing up in a time and in a society that allowed him to write his own ticket by giving him the liberty to create his own back story and mythology.
In these optimal conditions, that of statist Russia “Anyone can be anything” if one can will it as Napoleon with deceit and mere say-so, creating a true democratic dynamic. This democratic dynamic is what lead to Putin become the antithesis of democracy, and I for one am tickled pink (no pun intended).
[i]Notes:[/i]
The presupposition is that one's psychological and physical make-up is ideal and optimal within whatever conditions one finds oneself being born into. In this instance, being a sociopath with a sizable ego and a modicum of luck was inherent to Putin and a genetic advantage.
* Democracy is Not My Standard: An Essay by CTCJ
http://cutthecrackjack.blogspot.com/2013/04/democracy-is-not-my-standard.html
**http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Man_theory
***http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Principle
By most all biographical accounts, of which there are many, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin has an affinity for vodka, stout German beers and telling vulgar jokes in even the most formal of settings.
Putin, in an effort to properly frame a vanity worthy of his post, will only deign to tranquilize bears, tigers and whales, ride horses through the Urals while topless and, though elaborately staged in the heavy handed way usually seen in the regimes of cherub-faced fat kids, when he swims the breast stroke for 200 meters in rivers or cliff dives into the Black Sea, his proud Slavic torso conjures up none of the silly and amateur shame one equates with the North Korean propaganda machine.
This is the profile of a man who, with a hard to substantiate at $40B in net worth, is estimated to be one of the world's richest men and who tops the Forbes list of “[I]Most powerful man in the world[/I]”.
Putin is also a 5'7, 160 pound, 61 year old man with a wedding singer-bad quality comb-over and a weird overbite thing going on.
He is not particularly intelligent or gifted, is not from a storied family or of wealth or prestige (actually, there is evidence that points to his actually being a pauper, ill-bred and being adopted), and he owes much of his amazing vertical march from the nadir of Russian society to his current perch on the peak to interpersonal relationships, risk and luck.
Relationships. Risk. Luck.
If those general ingredients sound vaguely familiar and comforting it is because those are exactly the same platitudes we stir together and sell as "The American Dream." Isn't it easy, then, to see how Vladimir Putin evokes such interest and fascination, if not outright empathy from American men of ability and ambition?
Ideologically neutral, joining a movement for only so long as it suits his personal and political needs until it no longer serves the self, Vladimir Putin embodies many of the characteristics of a generation- one that we deride here in America- that we call "The Millennials."
--
“You can do anything” I reiterated to my son after subjecting him to Pixar’s 2007 film Ratatouille whose democratizing and feel-good mantra “Anyone Can Cook” is underscored by the story’s ethereal donor Chef Gusteau.
And isn't that the point, that anyone can possibly do anything?
Almost. I hope to explain, and through great irony, how Vladimir Putin the despot ruler and indisputable bad ass of the world is one of the greatest threats to the world's torchbearer of Democracy* because of our world's inherent democracy vis-à-vis fatalism.
--
Anyone can do anything.
What I've left out up to this point is that the above is not true. At least it is not [i]entirely[/i] true if one realizes that what is omitted -- what we either don't say, realize or consciously know-- is that our life and accomplishments are inextricably slaves, chained to what exists as the current conditions or the foreseeable future conditions (which becomes a current condition) by what we can materially affect.
So what does that mean? Truly then, we cannot do "anything".
The extreme examples we see in history**, or anecdotally, are really not amazing and otherworldly feats but only extremely (and relatively) valuable outcomes from optimal conditions, within the confines of material space and time (which is our metaphysical limit). We are fated to exist in a world with preset physical laws, societies, culture and relative morality. To the extent we can affect our world is fated by our corporal temporal shelf-life and viability within the sandbox we were placed.
So what were the optimal conditions that gave rise to Russia being ruled for the last fifteen years by a poor, orphaned, wholly average, arguably sociopathic but otherwise nameless guy?
Extreme image crafting.
If you are on facebook, image crafting is something we see everyday through our network of friends and peers. At it's essence, it is manipulating and leveraging information (whether it be words, photos, locations, etc.) in order to affect and project an outward image in whichever way the crafter deems ideal.
Putin had the perfect opportunity to be an image crafter.
Putin joined a KGB that, contrary to popular American romanticism, was not a vodka-fueled mixture of the Russian version of the Soprano’s and a Mexican Gulf Cartel with a splash of 007, but was rather a bloated, bureaucratic version of our volunteer armed forces who sit behind desks.
He dicked around for a while making minimum wage in East Germany as the equivalent of a middle manager that kind of rises up through the system and gets a little savvier with each bump in raise and responsibility instead of petering out to the peter principle*** in St. Petersburg (okay, that was obnoxious I'll edit this out) until getting a break by way of a relationship he fostered to get into politics. Nobody can really explain the truth about this relationship as these two men, Putin and Sobchak, when asked even have conflicting messages and widely varying accounts of how their partnership came to life. How even now the real arrangement between the two men can be obscured with individual agenda and egotistical lobbying is because of the optimal condition Putin had the fortune of being in, which is to say his entrapment in a closed political system with an unremarkable career in the KGB.
By the time Putin reached an unlikely position of prominence and influence, he was able to basically invent his own credibility and qualifications without any of the negative blow back that we’d see in more transparent political and societal systems. Simply put, Putin had the good fortune of growing up in a time and in a society that allowed him to write his own ticket by giving him the liberty to create his own back story and mythology.
In these optimal conditions, that of statist Russia “Anyone can be anything” if one can will it as Napoleon with deceit and mere say-so, creating a true democratic dynamic. This democratic dynamic is what lead to Putin become the antithesis of democracy, and I for one am tickled pink (no pun intended).
[i]Notes:[/i]
The presupposition is that one's psychological and physical make-up is ideal and optimal within whatever conditions one finds oneself being born into. In this instance, being a sociopath with a sizable ego and a modicum of luck was inherent to Putin and a genetic advantage.
* Democracy is Not My Standard: An Essay by CTCJ
http://cutthecrackjack.blogspot.com/2013/04/democracy-is-not-my-standard.html
**http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Man_theory
***http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Principle
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
I am sad for Justin
Gosh, that video above of Justin Beiber trying to fight the paparazzi is sad.
I know it's supposed to be funny and I'm supposed to take joy in making fun of this guy, but all I see is a tragedy. The poor guy never had a chance.
Once he got famous, as just an innocent little boy, his fate was sealed. I'm of the opinion that nobody can be well-adjusted and emotionally healthy if subjected to the celebrity machine, in our society, before or during those transformative years where our brain and psyche and psychology are developing. I think being used by the celebrity machine at an early age causes an acute flavor of mental illness what likely he will (if he doesn't already) and others like him (who, just off the top of my head who I've read about on shaggy include Lohan and Amanda Byrnes) suffer.
The best and most noble thing you can do is to martyr yourself for your family. He should maximize his earning potential, procreate as much as possible, put a shit ton of money into accounts for his progeny with stipulations like "must never act/record/whatever in Hollywood" and "must go to school" or it's forfeited, and then self-medicate with whatever interests and pleases you, living like an emotionally stunted and developmentally arrested "hedonist" who, in an ultimate twist of irony, is irrationally hated by all the "normal" people who misinterpret his confusion and misery as undeserved privilege and new age douchebaggery.
Seriously, I've seen more sympathy and understanding for convicted killers, homeless people, and other criminally insane than the hate for celebrities who fall off the deep end.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Advanced Mathematics
I am/was terrible in Math and I was grateful UT offered M308D (or
something like that), called Math for Non-Science majors, more commonly
and affectionately known around the frat house as "Hot Girl Math".
That being said, I have an enormous amount of respect and reverence for Math and what I perceive to be it's role in our world. That is, a perpetual tool that can eventually illustrate, design, develop, build, break and explain everything possible in our material world. Because I believe Math to be so inherent in our world and so naturally rewarding to man and mankind, I've often pondered two things:
1) For as smart as I perceive myself to be, why was advanced math so excruciatingly difficult (not just unnatural in a prodigy sense, but painfully foreign to my being and natural self)? It's not that I didn't have the interest to arm myself with math or I lacked the good sense to realize advanced math is one of the most valuable weapons we as people can arm ourselves with, but there was a definite dearth of genius and interest in math itself which made it hard for me to develop and focus on it. I've wondered if it was a thing -- a psychological thing, an environmental thing, genetic thing or if I was just born devoid of the aptitude and ability necessary to understand what is understandable in this world. In other words, I question if I was born a weak, runty and inferior man meant to either assist or stay out of the way; a civilian casualty of man's war on nature and himself. Jonathan Gonnet: Failed experiment #980,003,344,298,484,300 in a world that has seen few truly born.
2) I am not convinced that Math is truly a "Universal" language and would be something an other-worldly being would find as valuable as us. I'm not sure one can ever evaluate and experiment with that, but even if they could, it would probably, literally, beg the question (as it would be through math) and I would be as I am now, impotently unaware.
For these two reasons it is my belief one must try to not only live but advance that with which one has been born an innate, natural understanding and fellowship. I am warmed to know that in me grows a deep and profound love for advanced, genius-level mathematicians and the past math pioneers as they make me want to be a part of "humanity" because I become aware that I alone cannot exist in the world, I need others.
That being said, I have an enormous amount of respect and reverence for Math and what I perceive to be it's role in our world. That is, a perpetual tool that can eventually illustrate, design, develop, build, break and explain everything possible in our material world. Because I believe Math to be so inherent in our world and so naturally rewarding to man and mankind, I've often pondered two things:
1) For as smart as I perceive myself to be, why was advanced math so excruciatingly difficult (not just unnatural in a prodigy sense, but painfully foreign to my being and natural self)? It's not that I didn't have the interest to arm myself with math or I lacked the good sense to realize advanced math is one of the most valuable weapons we as people can arm ourselves with, but there was a definite dearth of genius and interest in math itself which made it hard for me to develop and focus on it. I've wondered if it was a thing -- a psychological thing, an environmental thing, genetic thing or if I was just born devoid of the aptitude and ability necessary to understand what is understandable in this world. In other words, I question if I was born a weak, runty and inferior man meant to either assist or stay out of the way; a civilian casualty of man's war on nature and himself. Jonathan Gonnet: Failed experiment #980,003,344,298,484,300 in a world that has seen few truly born.
2) I am not convinced that Math is truly a "Universal" language and would be something an other-worldly being would find as valuable as us. I'm not sure one can ever evaluate and experiment with that, but even if they could, it would probably, literally, beg the question (as it would be through math) and I would be as I am now, impotently unaware.
For these two reasons it is my belief one must try to not only live but advance that with which one has been born an innate, natural understanding and fellowship. I am warmed to know that in me grows a deep and profound love for advanced, genius-level mathematicians and the past math pioneers as they make me want to be a part of "humanity" because I become aware that I alone cannot exist in the world, I need others.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Vincent Paul until I croak
As
Packer fans enter into the last stages of preseason football and start
to see depth charts shake out and roster moves being made, I wanted to
take a moment to explain what you may see as the insane following that
VY has, despite everything that has happened to him and because of him.
For those who don't understand the irrational infatuation and love that some of us have for VY, I’ll hazard a guess that you aren't a male, aged 26-36. You probably weren't on campus or associated with UT in the middle of VY-mania and you didn't have a front row seat on the round trip ride that VY took those of us on from 2004-2006 which is why your views and opinions on the matter are, pun irascibly intended, pedestrian.
We root for him and believe in him partly because we’ve witnessed firsthand the magic but also because he is part of our extended family. You won’t understand the attention and hope we emit because If you were in that aforementioned demographic, then you'd know that somewhere on that timeline in the mid 2000’s, our Longhorn Football fandom and VY’s DNA, like some Jeff Goldblum 80’s horror movie with terrible costumography, got mixed up together and we will now be forever be tied with each other.
For my part, I am far from a Longhorn super fan. I didn’t grow up a Longhorn fan despite living in Dallas and I barely even liked the team until the Spring I found out I’d be attending UT. But to this day, I will root for VY to make an NFL team and believe that he can one day be a Superbowl winning quarterback and will continue to advocate his candidacy until his viable days are effectively finished. At that point in time, I will wear my faded #10 shirt on game days and will regale my children - and their children and their children's children- with the oral folklore of VY, complete with (probably) exaggerated tales of heroism, strength and miraculous ability like those before me have done with the likes of Paul Bunyon and some carpenter from Galilee.
During the holidays he will be there in our homes as we pop in the DVD of the 2005 Rose Bowl and get drunk on nostalgia and egg nog—the reason for the season after all—because what is not understood to those unafflicted is that there is a neuron path carved into our brains others lack that will always compel us to root for VY while, taking the good with the bad, hoisting him as our champion and viewing him as an extended member of our family.
Either that or you are a shitty Longhorn fan and, clearly, you should hate yourself.
VY until I motherfucking die (here on known as #VYtilIdie)
P.S. Graham Harrell sucks and Aaron Rodgers can be hit by a bus.
For those who don't understand the irrational infatuation and love that some of us have for VY, I’ll hazard a guess that you aren't a male, aged 26-36. You probably weren't on campus or associated with UT in the middle of VY-mania and you didn't have a front row seat on the round trip ride that VY took those of us on from 2004-2006 which is why your views and opinions on the matter are, pun irascibly intended, pedestrian.
We root for him and believe in him partly because we’ve witnessed firsthand the magic but also because he is part of our extended family. You won’t understand the attention and hope we emit because If you were in that aforementioned demographic, then you'd know that somewhere on that timeline in the mid 2000’s, our Longhorn Football fandom and VY’s DNA, like some Jeff Goldblum 80’s horror movie with terrible costumography, got mixed up together and we will now be forever be tied with each other.
For my part, I am far from a Longhorn super fan. I didn’t grow up a Longhorn fan despite living in Dallas and I barely even liked the team until the Spring I found out I’d be attending UT. But to this day, I will root for VY to make an NFL team and believe that he can one day be a Superbowl winning quarterback and will continue to advocate his candidacy until his viable days are effectively finished. At that point in time, I will wear my faded #10 shirt on game days and will regale my children - and their children and their children's children- with the oral folklore of VY, complete with (probably) exaggerated tales of heroism, strength and miraculous ability like those before me have done with the likes of Paul Bunyon and some carpenter from Galilee.
During the holidays he will be there in our homes as we pop in the DVD of the 2005 Rose Bowl and get drunk on nostalgia and egg nog—the reason for the season after all—because what is not understood to those unafflicted is that there is a neuron path carved into our brains others lack that will always compel us to root for VY while, taking the good with the bad, hoisting him as our champion and viewing him as an extended member of our family.
Either that or you are a shitty Longhorn fan and, clearly, you should hate yourself.
VY until I motherfucking die (here on known as #VYtilIdie)
P.S. Graham Harrell sucks and Aaron Rodgers can be hit by a bus.
Friday, July 5, 2013
A 30th Birthday Invitation
Premise:
Cohn, Gonnet and Sandone LLP present "Drinking a lot at various locations", in co-celebration of Joe and Jonathan successfully wandering into a third decade.
While not Cohn's birthday specifically, his involvement stems from the unassailable truth that one does not simply survive a life of clumsy blasphemy and disorganized theory without having a Jew to help finance and litigate away one's existence. This party is to honor him, as well.
Time:
On Saturday, November 24th (the Saturday that directly follows Thanksgiving) we are going to host a mobile, outdoor bender which starts at 12:00PM and will run until 8:00AM the following Sunday.
Road map:
For this ill-advised venture we have thrown in a clever little wrinkle which we think is a value-add for our prospective guests. Because we understand that not everyone has 20 hours with which to waste in heavy drink and harassment of our fair city, and because we realize not everyone has the bandwidth, stamina or alcoholic disabilities that enables one to booze for such an extended period of time, we've taken the liberty of creating a Google .doc spreadsheet to assist and promote attendance.
This spreadsheet will allow the prospective party-goer to see, as a running itinerary updated in real-time, exactly what bar or festive locale the traveling caravan is at any given hour. Further, the invited guest will be able to track location and activity which we hope empowers the guest to pick and choose- based on either schedule availability or interest- when and where they want to join our existential soiree.
If you have received this and are excited to attend (in some aspect) please message me your email address so that I can follow up in the next day or so with an invite to the read only document.
Cohn, Gonnet and Sandone LLP present "Drinking a lot at various locations", in co-celebration of Joe and Jonathan successfully wandering into a third decade.
While not Cohn's birthday specifically, his involvement stems from the unassailable truth that one does not simply survive a life of clumsy blasphemy and disorganized theory without having a Jew to help finance and litigate away one's existence. This party is to honor him, as well.
Time:
On Saturday, November 24th (the Saturday that directly follows Thanksgiving) we are going to host a mobile, outdoor bender which starts at 12:00PM and will run until 8:00AM the following Sunday.
Road map:
For this ill-advised venture we have thrown in a clever little wrinkle which we think is a value-add for our prospective guests. Because we understand that not everyone has 20 hours with which to waste in heavy drink and harassment of our fair city, and because we realize not everyone has the bandwidth, stamina or alcoholic disabilities that enables one to booze for such an extended period of time, we've taken the liberty of creating a Google .doc spreadsheet to assist and promote attendance.
This spreadsheet will allow the prospective party-goer to see, as a running itinerary updated in real-time, exactly what bar or festive locale the traveling caravan is at any given hour. Further, the invited guest will be able to track location and activity which we hope empowers the guest to pick and choose- based on either schedule availability or interest- when and where they want to join our existential soiree.
If you have received this and are excited to attend (in some aspect) please message me your email address so that I can follow up in the next day or so with an invite to the read only document.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Democracy is not my standard.
If the state is a temporary establishment in the development of human society,
an idea with which I follow and agree, then we who make up society are
doing each other a great disservice by abandoning almost all study and research
into political science.
People, as a species, are genetically hardwired to respond and act towards an incentive or reward. Individually, you see this phenomenon in the hard-wiring of human brain chemistry and with the “reward center” and, collectively, it is expressed through the external and material rewards of society. In America, we have created a political environment so toxic and ignorant -- so full of cruel, close-minded and mediocre, small people -- that our greatest and most able thinkers, instead of trying to understand and best a bunch of moron's in what amounts to some perverse idiot pageant, have completely abandoned the subject of political (and, arguably, economic) theory. And what has that left us with? Individual autodidacts going on tangents on a blog, a 200 year old, bastardized form of government that, while admittedly responsible and effective in hyper-local settings, in 2013 is woefully inadequate and laughably archaic, and the "Tea-Party" movement. Hey, at least those dorks are trying, I guess.
America (not to say anything of mankind) has a remarkably decorated laundry
list of accomplishments in the realms of science, mathematics, and technology.
By and large we have told our finest thinkers, and at an early age, you will be
rewarded by society if you can achieve in the aforementioned fields; if find a cure of AIDs, if you can discover the
Higgs Boson, or if you can create a social media platform, so is it any wonder
that is what they set out to do? Unquestionably, we have reaped the benefits of our
greatest thinkers and will continue to do so for generations- nobody will argue
the societal gains and value- but why have discouraged investigation into matters of individual and societal relationships and freedom. Why have we discouraged the investigation of the relationship between the state and man and how we can improve on the various structures we have developed and implemented since the time of ancient city states?
Imagine if we were to take the same academic
and practical approach to science and technology that we have largely taken
with philosophy, both generally and politically speaking. We would have created the
horse and buggy, declared it to be the most definitive mode of
transportation ever, anointed it "God's will", we would have sold the idea
(and the horse and buggy very cheaply) to the vox populi and stagnated on that idea so that 200 years later we would find we are an even larger society who is without the luxury of the
resources or an environment with which to sustain a horse and buggy culture. That is
what we have effectively done with respect to Democracy:
"Government of the people, by the people, for the people" forever, no matter what, to infinity, no take-backs so don't even try to conjure up a better system or you are a traitorous racist who can find somewhere else to live."
"Government of the people, by the people, for the people" forever, no matter what, to infinity, no take-backs so don't even try to conjure up a better system or you are a traitorous racist who can find somewhere else to live."
My worry for a better future for my kids is not the "impending financial doom" or the "debt crisis" or any number of other silly constructs the talking heads crow about to draw up fear, it is only that they might live in a nation and in a society that is (over)populated with too much "fat part" of the bell curve who represent the simple and sad cretins, content to
continue on the status quo who willfully exist without a critical thinking bone in their body. A people
who while more complicated than cattle are just as immovable when confused and dug in and a people who make movement, and by virtue progress, impossible.
Do I have a favorable alternative or at least the rough sketch of what one looks like? No. I have spent many years "working hard" to "provide for my family" and "be a good dad" and rationalizing that's good enough work and socially responsible and respectable. It's not, it's self-limiting and pathetic and wholly my own fault.
Is Anarchy the answer to a better world and society?
Probably not (at least not for people like you when there is a sizable amount of guys like me out here), but I am hopeful there will be a time soon when at least people aren’t upbraided for asking the
question of what is and the pursuit thereof.
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