by kpeavey » Fri 13 Jun 2008, 19:17:52
Let me first qualify my remarks as being completely from the view of the layman. I took a psych course in college, bagged most of the classes, showed up for the test. One of the few classes I actually passed.
What I see from my desk, in the peakoil.com world, are waves of symptoms manifesting in members posts. For a while there was the comic relief. Lots of posts concerning humor, comics, jokes, pretty much yucking it up. It was a distraction, particularly among the doomer leaning members. Frustration has shown up in aa number of posts. Right now I see hostility. After 4+ years I finally set some blooming idiot on ignore. I have not even set John Denver on Ignore. What's next?
The more advanced members, those who have done the research, done their homework, understand the pervasive nature of the problem facing the world, are forced to sit on their hands. They know what will happen, they do their preps like good schoolchildren, teach the newcomers what they can. Still, their hands are tied. There is only so much we can do, and knowing the details, we know here is no amount of preps that are enough. We exceeded the point of no return decades before we even became aware of the problem.
What does the future hold? Let me tell you: Governments polarizing in authoritarian and totalitarian ways. Civil rights tossed to the side for the sake of the greater good. Goods which were once plentiful found out of stock, unavailable regardless of the price. Energy unavailable for heating, lighting, using the most basic of tools, including the fridge and TV, again, regardless of price. A shutdown of civil services, ambulance, fire, rescue, cops, streetlights, garbage collection, water treatment, even mail on a regular basis is threatened. It's not just threatened, it's on the way out the door and reaching for its hat. The system of money and exchange turning into worthless paper, practically overnight. All that we have worked for, so hard, for so many years, being wasted and lost; Taken by the government to give to the people that are useless to begin with, stolen by those same useless scumbags, or absorbed by corporations in the interest of dividends by stockholders and speculators living it up in some penthouse in some big city, all under the pretext of public domain.
The very nature of our being is threatened. There are no easy answers. There is no technical solution. Catabolic collapse is inevitable, not only that, but just a few years away. The warning signs have been posted. The stage is set. The predictions we made just a few years ago are coming to fruition and there's not a goddam thing we can do to stop it. The human species is facing a dieoff for which there is no historical precedent. Resource depletion, global warming/climate change, economics of debt, soil loss/erosion/salinization/condos, poulation growth, Holocene extinction/loss of biodiversity, irrigation overdraft, resource wars, exponential growth, sustainability. We know about it, we try to talk about it but all we get is people turning away from the conversation to watch American Idol.
Chicken Little is one thing. We have the facts, scientific studies up the wazoo, data and news reports coming in every single day supporting our view yet we can't stop the tide. We can scream at the top of our lungs on the tallest building in town. All that happens is the cops take us in, our families and friends ostracize us, nobody looks at us as being sane ever again. The worst part of all is that, deep down, to the very core of our being, we don't just believe, we know: WE ARE RIGHT.
The whole world is in a daydream. We made the projections/predictions years ago. They are showing up much faster than we expected, and at a higher rate of increase/decrease than we expected, even in our most conservative models. Not only were we right, the whole thing is so much larger than we could have imagined, we are experiencing our own form of shock. Not denial, as with the sheep, I'm talking gasping for air type of shock.
The Red Pill is not without its own side effects. I see people every day, sum them up as dead already, potential survivor, MZB, or target. I've learned to keep my mouth SHUT. I use cash for purchases. I've developed an actual system for shopping. I have baggy clothes in the closet for when the food runs out and everyone is starving so I can look like everyone else in the crowd. I've got 15 different ways to make coffee, some of them without giving off an odor the neighbors can detect. I've got more beans in the house than a chili factory. I've developed a paranoia such that when the cashier wants my phone number. for marketing purposes, I give her the number of the local cops, the closest Walmart or a series 555-1234 and drop it there. I have more guns and ammunition in the house than they had at WACO, Weaver's, and Kazinski's place combined (that should get the FBI guys knocking).
I expect the next step, or side effect, would be separation. There will be those amongst us who separate themselves from the rest of the world. Either in their own world to the exclusion of everyone else or quietly assimilating into a rural community and developing a relationship with the locals with a sustainable niche in order to survive the coming nightmare. This is the path I will most likely take. I can't make a difference in the world, but I can make a difference in MY world. I just have to leave the rest of it behind to live or die at their pleasure.
I have no children. I do have sisters and a brother. I care greatly for all of them, even though my brother and I don't always see eye to eye (mostly because he's wrong.) They all have kids. I treat them as if they were my own. I'm the favorite uncle (read:Crazy Uncle.) They represent my future. They are the battle for which I am willing to lay down my life.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--for ever."
-George Orwell, 1984
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twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-George Yeats