I realized today that decentralized social media, studying the philosophies of the way things “could be”, trying to stack sats for my heirs, and commiserating with other free thinkers about our plight are about the only things that give me an outlet for my anxt that would otherwise manifest in violent insurgency and martyrdom.
I’m starting to lose faith in a peaceful revolution. People aren’t waking up quickly enough. Most don’t even care. I won’t be here to see the change.
70%+ of my time, energy and potential stolen through the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, 00’s, twenty teens and 2020’s, with no prospects for redemption and security other than maybe inheritance of wealth that I’ll be too old to enjoy anyway.
A career spent working for a string of rich cunts whose businesses I have taken to profitability with little reward, and a government vacuuming up the crumbs.
I don’t know. Maybe I am entitled or ungrateful. I’ve never missed a meal and I have a lot of people around me that love me. It’s just the injustice I can’t ignore, and what it means to my kids’ prospects of prosperity that makes me lose sleep.
I see two paths. Withdrawal from the Matrix and the loss of comfort, friends and dear family that would result in order to live free and as God intended, for a short and glorious time. Or going Dark and taking it to these fuckers. Ugh. Somebody throw me a bone. I’m humble enough to be corrected if I’m off base. But open to plans of action.