I guess I’m pretty spoiled and selfish. Or maybe just disillusioned. Or entitled by thinking what I witnessed my father’s generation achieve was what I might expect if I kept my nose to the grindstone. Or maybe I’m incapable of feeling satisfied. What I’m feeling is not very becoming of a husband, father and a provider. But right now, I would rather see the complete implosion of the financial system, the grid and basic social order than face one more day in economic purgatory in dead end, overtaxed employment with zero ability to plan and dream beyond what things I can achieve with $100 discretionary biweekly cash or by going deeper into high interest debt. At least in a crisis I’d be able to put to use the things I’ve trained and prepared for all these years. A chance to be a hero and imminently important to those around me. A chance for brotherhood and joint struggles that have real meaning. I’m so fucking sick of hearing how lucky I am while watching Liberty die a slow death and watching everything my family works for be stolen. Sick of making others rich and accepting them not honouring their contracts, while I see my family’s best option for economic escape flatline due to market manipulation and macro forces. I want to be free. I want to BE more, not have more. Men weren’t made for a slow fading away and 90 years of unremarkable life. We were meant plan and build and deploy capital, and barring that, to fight and die liberating others to do so. I appreciate what I have, but I’m fucking pissed. The whole thing has been a lie. I can’t be the only man who is feeling this right now.
There. Got that off my chest. Now back to being a nice, reliable worker bee and productive member of society. Have a good week. Opt out where you can, and practice noncompliance at every turn. 👊🏽



