Apparently there has been some confusion on how to best be human. Channeling a highly rare mood to write, I present a streaming takeoff from one of the world's most atomized webmasters, me. I have no goal with this writing, just some content to think on.

“Nothing in life is free.”

“If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.”

“Information is power.”

“Eat or be eaten.”

If these morals are true, it means you're responsible for seeking the truth, concerning each and every last thing, all by yourself, or suffer the consequences. A huge project. To attempt it requires more than a resolve to strive, but a complete willingness to start over with a renewed spirit to be Right. Be prepared to be turned on-end, right up to your last day. Seeking the truth means Preparing to be wrong and having the courage to change as needed, totally. Call it a lifestyle.

But for clarity and specificity: You must be prepared to accept the fact that everything you know is a lie and that you must immediately become a new person with the proper facts, not the wrong ones, as this is the primary imperative for salvaging your freedom and preserving your humanity.

Opt out, and you are participating in a comfortable lie upon yourself, handing over Power over yourself, accepting Sloth and Dependence as your base condition, and keeping lies and gaslight your regular diet forever. It's at this point that the volunteering have accepted a fate they probably weren't aware of - disenfranchising themselves from being any sort of contender in that economy of scale, the one driven by information and by power. Perhaps worse, if invisible forces (or converged interests to the sensitive) are intent to weaponize information or use power against you (gee in what world??), you're really gonna want that power back.

Where do you turn for the truth? What channel on cable TV is it? It's not. Wherever it is, it won't be served on a platter, by people with power or capital. Remembering that it quickly becomes the duty of those who have conserved their wealth/power to defend it, one may trust they will effort to dis-inform, confound, depress. I would. Actually, every entity in modernity does this automatically. "Public relations"... "Politics"... Governments and corporations and churches and unions and all other parties exist to:

1. conserve power

2. get power

3. avoid getting crushed by power

So why in the hell do you think that you ALONE have some implied agency with these other actors? Why would they ever tell you the whole truth? They don't. Power 101. I don't pride in it, it is simply the way of the world; it can be counted upon. Even dumbass criminals maturated by the degenerative culture of today understand the mission:

1. lie

2. lie

3. lie again

It allows the person to diffuse obscurely into the myriad non-truths enveloping the body like rushing storm-water currents.

You instead will have to be:

1. your own source of strength

2. trusting of yourself, in fact, a peddler of trust

3. your own judge of information, referencing all sources possible—no one else

3. defensive

4. offensive

You will have to be quite different than your peers; to them you will appear excited, driven, mad. Most others will stay inside the House of Cards as it provides just enough sunshine to cultivate the pansy or the lotus. Your way will break hearts and disturb the inner peace of atomized lives.

Mericans, particuarly boomers, got sold really hard on the idea that your TIME is YOURS, and if you really want to take possession of it, you need to keep a strong disposition against working [outside of employ], as that takes TIME - which you need to conserve in order to be free. Life economics 101. If the boss has to rent your work, then you need to be sellin' and not givin' it away (to NO ONE goddamnit, I'm in control!). Does this couple well with the human need to sit or lie down? Or bend over? You tell me.

This is not to say Mericans, particulary boomers, don't work. They certainly do, measurably more than most of the Western world in fact, and probably more than their remotest cousin. And that's where the grifty exchange ends dammit; the game just came on and it's Miller™ time.

Back from the game. We lost. Oh well.

Most of my countrymen get the message loud and clear: work, and when not working, do nothing that looks like work (reading, exercise, spirituality, independent life). To do otherwise sets you against the Grain. What do they have to prove? The rest of us normies ought keep our distance, as these types must be lazy or have poor intentions. Everyone knows if you're wealthy you're winning. If you're poor, you're a loser.

Get a job loser.

There is an observable awareness amongst these proles that their careers and civic lives are a waste of collective fruit, flavored into cliches and addages we've all heard and are self-oriented to keep alive the un-purposed spirit.

“They got you comin and goin”

“Everybody's working for the weekend”

“It's all about money”

There is an awareness, but it is fashioned into a governing force that imprisons the person by maintaining the ego in limbo. Isn't that wild? ... the Inability to take basic and aged observations, catalyze them with Logic and Initiative, to alter one's behavior, to fix your predicament. They've provisioned just enough chalance to work and consume with distinction.

The failure is simple: you can't tell you're not free, because you're spending all your mustered faculty on material success and survival, and ignoring your soul, that stupid thing shooting anxiety laser beams into your conscience whenever your life story, designed for obsolescence, shatters along with your ego. (see 'Midlife Crisis')

We're not talking about leaps and bounds in physical toil to acquire spiritual release, I'm saying remember when every last Native American culture got turned out? Remember the big wars and the Great Depression? Remember when gods chosen were foresaken and exchanged for real estate? Remember Omaha beach? Remember the twin towers? Remember covid? Well, don't believe so hard. This generation or the next, your bloodline's gonna get rescheduled homie.

Evolving out of being a powerless neoslave with all sights downward will have to be the work of some real John Connor types (see the movie The Terminator) as it seems nearly everyone warms up to the prosperity gospel in time, or the secular wheel of fortune, complete with wonderful items unfathomable. Let's not forget, the Afterlife has been foregone for Superbowl Sunday.

Your time is yours, all the time, dummy. You could spend time on developing yourself and truthseeking (same thing), but if you're not careful (sarcasm) that might quickly reveal your current arrangement is a scam and you're Stockholming yourself, using the very language your de-landed ancestors used to enter the city and receive their promised rewards of convenience, leisure, health, and wealth (sarcasm again).

You can build a career, but can you build yourself? You're a teamplayer, but is it your team? Not speaking in terms of where you work or what you own, Who are You?

I've started to nickname my dog Doppelzahn (doppel-tsan) as it means DoubleTooth in German. He's a mini-schnauzer (which I believe means he originates where half of my ancestors are from, until some know-it-all asshole informs me the breed was concocted in the eastern regions of France or 1920s America). He's a good shit. It's a small gesture to the college-dropout inside that nonfluency doesn't have to be mean irrelevancy. His real dog-name is Loki hehe, and he has some double-teeth, something dogs acquire more often than humans. I'm thinking about taking him to the vet for a look, and possibly a procedure if need be.

Loki has no fucking idea what's goin on. I exist in the shadows all the time, but he only sees me when he wants to see me, or more specifically, when I want to be seen. When I feed him, engage his playfulness, and pickup his defecations I am there in full glory. But the rest of the time he's in his own world, taking possession of his schnauzerbody as he should, his off-species papa a distant unknown.

If I please, I will have him anaesthetized, his dentistry modified, and when he wakes up he'll have no idea it even happened. Perhaps while he's under, I'll have his testicles removed. Smart money. 2 birds 1 stone. Gotta prepare for my future, that of my family. Not his, his is whatever I say it is. Then again maybe I won't have him surgered. Maybe it's not worth the money. Decisions, decisions.

We're DoubleTooth Loki. We are leashed, managed, fed, reproduced, and put down at will. But not our will. Someone else's. If we look back at the rather simple and rudimentary social pyramid created by the willing and the unwilling, as constructed by the economics mentioned in the paragraphs above, it is a owner-slave arrangement clear as day. We humans gradually lost our autonomy, to be handled as the wolf was husbanded to Man so many epochs ago. We were set to work, like cattle to the plow. Worker beattitudes were propagated and disseminated. The goals of breeding were applied to accomplish: industriousness, passiveness, apathy, violence—whatever ya need we got it. Inclinations to resist have been, apparently, converted to vibrant acceptance and pride over sparse millenia.

Sometimes you need a Schnauzer.

Sometimes you need a German.

The right tool for the job, ya know.

When I slip the high-quality blue harness over Loki's head, he beats me to the chase, inserting his furry head like an eager projectile. Not just acceptance, but exuberance. He's going outside to be free, he's full of love and is loved. I like to think he becomes an entirely new character, König Doppelzahn des Schnauzers, sniffer of dirty creeks, committed questioner of bus transfers, sworn enemy of short-hairs.

His entire reality is a farce.

We're more than tools, and we don't have to die according to script.