I have studies and other things I could post, but haven’t yet. It’s a red herring, presently. I see a raft of new comments. I’m not checking or approving them, I miss many important ones anyway (somebody deletes them). If people won’t listen for years, talking now is quite futile.
I’ve mentally checked out of their endgames long ago, truth be told, nobody knows how this story ends.
I used to care, I remember the impulse to interfere well. The do-gooder instinct, now I abhor it with equal fervor. It struck me how ill-advised this impulse is, when dealing with certain types of ruthless, dangerous people. It was pointed out to me that I was too soft and it could, could be the death of me. It took years but… I corrected this deficit. That’s why I’m still here, unlike many before me, and doing as I please. QED. I’m self-righteous, not stupid. Many rigid principled people end up dead and I’d rather not be among them. There is no honour dying nameless in a gutter.
I’m not important anyway. I think people know if they’re important. I’m not. I’m not your messiah or your prophet, I put puzzle pieces together quite well, like everyone else. If I knew too much I’d be six foot under, frankly, because I’m not related to enough VIPs. I think of myself as probable back-up flesh, back-up organs to some …. well… persons. Let’s leave it at that. Rare blood type.
I’m much more useful to the world alive and talking, in my own way. I do know key things, sometimes. There is no binary choice to be a good person or not, I was wrong. Too many Disney films, maybe. Idealism is a …problem. There are ways to be good and some are strategically wiser than others. Game theory. Try to help All and die, vainly, or try to help some and live, well. Simple when laid out. To suffer needlessly is a vanity.
The cardinal rule is never be the most ignorant party, keep your ear to the ground and listen to any whispers, however slight. Better to have subtle forewarning than none at all. If you don’t know, anyone can take advantage of that ignorance, however pure your intent. As a mentor told me years ago “You’re good, but you’re no good to anyone dead”. It shocked me. It was necessary. I am a believer in choice and liberty, which is to say agency. If the People want Hell on earth, let them have it with both barrels, I say. If they walk to the slaughter willingly, let them die. God’s mind is the same, let them take the Mark, if they so, loudly, wish. Millennia of warning foretold. A suicidal populace is already done for. Mouse utopia narcissism, at the cost of fertility. It takes years to show. Is society so far gone? Is the average mind a reprobate, fully deserving of their longsuffering? I haven’t the foggiest. I hope not. I have faith in God, if not men. Do not put faith in men.
We live in desperate times, full of desperate minds. Too much noise.
What’s Sodom got on present America? Really. List the sins. I tried. Hell isn’t necessary, deep down evil people know what they deserve and seek out oblivion in their self-destruction. Let them be. Sometimes natural selection is self-selecting. If you conform to evil, I have seen evil conform to thee. Jesus himself wouldn’t spare the unrepenting. I don’t know better, that’s for sure. Do I know more? Nah. I opt for humility over the popular, worldly conceit. I don’t need people to agree with me, they’ll see.
I’m not cutting off my nose, hoping to spit another’s face. Reality bites eventually.
I rarely venture my own, sincere, personal opinions. Snarky commentary meant in jest doesn’t count. That is the end of mine, the omega on this matter. I am unshakable. I don’t like what is coming.