I predicted at the beginning of this year (Jan 1 I believe) that it was going to be The Big One.
Demographics are #1.
I saw a sea change. A stirring I had not seen before, even among the urban elite. The elves frolicking in their iPhone wonderland were uneasy. Some asked me about the world, sought information, shared grievances and fears, I was asked questions I never knew had occurred to them before. I genuinely felt sorry for them, and helped as many as I could. They are now ex-Progressives. It can happen that good people are caught up in that, from University most of them told me, with silly intentions belonging to Boomer Professors.
On one hand, there is relief that something is happening. Confirmation of reality.
On the other, the unknown. I don’t know how Europe/the Occident will survive this. I don’t know the cost so I cannot morally, be happy. I don’t know the casualty. I don’t know if I’ll survive. Our way of life, my thede. I can’t vouch for the safety of distant friends, spaced all across the globe. This isn’t pleasant.
This “Blood Moon” tonight shows us just how small we really are. I don’t think there will be a collapse, per se, but a faster decay as we, as George Carlin put it, circle the drain.
I hope a better system is coming. It really reminds me of all the recent dystopias we’ve seen in fiction. Almost like priming for it? From Fight Club’s Project Mayhem to the FSociety of Mr Robot this very summer. They salivate over the prospect of this, of having our own personal tragedy in the history books and I don’t think that’s a healthy way to look at it. This isn’t a story, this is our lives. We cannot make certain that the future will be better than the past.
What if this is the end of the West?
Like a video game I feel like “this isn’t the end of the world, but you can see it from here.”
It depends on the state of play and other unknowns. I do not have faith in a better future but I do hope for one. The Captain of the Titanic, Cpn Smith, said when told of the ship’s inevitable fate “Be British” and that’s what I’m going to do. Try to keep calm, serene if possible and come what may.
I won’t be dancing in the street wearing a dorky mask like a moron. Change is to be feared.