yearning to?

YEARNING TO?
A guest article posted earlier this morning.  Scroll down.

I don’t know if middle age brings more contentment from the simple things in life, or if it is merely that you’ve been so disappointed by the teeming throngs of scumbag asshat moronic dill holes surrounding you, turning you into a cynical dried flavorless soulless husk, but getting up this morning after actually getting a full eight hours of sleep, scrubbing the accumulated scum from various orifices as one must do continuously least our marginally designed bodies swiftly decay from the outside inward, I was quite content to sit in the sun ( last seen for more than a few minutes at a time about two weeks ago ) and sip a few cups of coffee. That’s all it took to delight me. I might be sitting in a tin box in a fifty degree temp ( big deal, I have to wear a sweater for a few hours each morning even as summer is fast approaching ), but it is quiet and peaceful, the only sounds from the chirping birds who are appreciative for the refrigerator roof vent ( stuffed with blankets to avoid a huge downward blast of cold air most of the year long- I don’t operate the fridge due to the insane propane cost to do so ) being a nice safe home for themselves. Well, okay, there is also the faint faraway sounds of some fool target practicing. Those don’t last very long. Not like they used to. It used to be, literally, folks throughout the surrounding hills shooting semi-auto from dawn to dusk, and sometimes past that as the best thing to enhance a beer buzz must be seeing repeated muzzle flashes. Now, every once in awhile you hear a few minutes and that is it. I can’t think of a better example of how our entire economy is rotting. Our go-go non-stop consumer paradise is in trouble. In an energy decline, you can’t have cheap and abundant consumption if you don’t have cheap and abundant oil ( we tried fooling Mother Nature with first the housing bubble and then Quantitative Easing 1 & 2 & coming soon 3, but credit and cash ain’t energy or resources ).

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Once again both astounding myself and proving my love and dedication to my minions, I valiantly trudged through another marginal post-apocalypse fiction book. Well, it should have been post-apocalypse but rather turned out to be little more than a propaganda tool designed to soften our already gooey and pliant grey matter into embracing the tyranny of inflexible religious doctrine rather than the misguided unenlightened doctrine of socialism. “Solar Flare” by Larry Burkett might have been a decent read, but it suffered from such a multitude of poor decisions that it is hard to give it a lot of credit. Now, granted, some of this might just be that the book has not aged well. It was published in the mid-90’s so it was a bit of a pioneer. And the science was nicely laid out. But constantly throughout there is unrelenting media bashing. Not that the bastard whores don’t deserve it, but the repetition got a bit old. Kind of like my drivel, so I know you know what I’m talking about. The religious club over the head didn’t start until about the last third of the book, but when it came, boy howdie! Do you accept Jesus into your heart, sinner? If so, no pre-marital sex, no swearing, blah blah. These people turning so lily white pure in the space of a growing season that it made one a bit nocuous. I understand the religious bent behind desired social conditioning, believe me. The prohibition of unsanctioned sexual activity is something this society sure could use a little more of. The swearing bit, kind of hard to swallow ( then I couldn’t say, “that’s what she said” ). But altogether, all these prohibitions are a lot easier to accept as social mores, rather than the religious fanaticism which eventually turns to burning at the stake. You can really picture the author here, flowing grey beard, a hard glint in his eye, baying for the heathen unbelievers to repent and beg forgiveness before their trial by immersion.

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But all that aside, the creepy Jesus bent, this book was still a turd. I had to force myself to finish it. It wasn’t well written, which is forgivable, and the plot was unbelievable. The old standard-the fedgov got your back, homeslice. A solar flare(s) burns and melts electronics and still our faithful servants on high the holy hill of governance bravely step forth and organize our salvation. Post-Katrina, this is so laughable that it is now a children’s bed time story. Do not buy this turkey, and if you are forced at gunpoint to take it as a gift, try to swallow the turbid swill a small bit at a time least you are overwhelmed.

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Friday last, Rawles put forth a link on an article about some over-educated pointyhead professor blathering on and on and so forth about why survivalism, or probably more specifically, the entertainment of civilization collapse ( posers and observers are far different than those actively preparing to deal with the issue ), has such wide appeal. I quickly scanned the article, so I might have missed a thing or two but what I picked up was something along the lines of “wishing away our current problems” or something to that effect. Or, this being an “easy way out”. I don’t know, I was in danger of falling asleep when the psycho-babble was introduced. I know if we read any of Greer, we get the whole “doomers are totally evil little subterranean dwellers who are unedumacated and who huddle in the corner and abuse themselves over old copies of American Survival Guide”. I don’t know what his issue is with folks who aren’t as sunny optimistic and Pollyannaish as he is, but I’m beginning to think it might have something to do with suppressed, vaguely hinted at memories of a cabin in the dark woods, camouflaged clothing, deer rifles and Copenhagen, and unnatural and forbidden sexual practices ( and perhaps the distant sounds of dueling banjos ).

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There might be all that crap about wanting to do away with all of today’s modern monstrosities, and perhaps our movement is full of folks who don’t play well with others in any social setting, but I think all this can be easily boiled down to a simple answer. Why is the end of civilization so attractive? Because we can then return to a condition normal to human being, hunting and gathering. Humans evolved both mentally and physically, going from simpering apes to pro-humans, as hunters. It isn’t natural for us to be locked up in cities, nor, I’ll declare even if it brings howls of protest from most of you, to be tied to a patch of dirt farming. Farming is only attractive to you because it is food security, not because it reflects our natural state we were designed for. Cities and farming have won the propaganda war, being the victors, through infectious disease and subsidized metal working tradesmen, of the war with the old way of life. Hunting and gathering is what we evolved into, farming is what we were forced into. A total civilization collapse, smiting billions of worthless peasant farmers and all the urban dwellers, would allow us to return to our true state, our designed, hardwired, way of life. I think it is as simple as that.

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