A Punch in the Liver

No shock and awe, just jumper cables for the heart

I feel a sort of anger about being alone in my struggles, and I know it isn't just me, it's the larger aloneness.  Save the few times, here and there that friends can gather and our children can play together, we are alone, normalized as it may be.  Social media is a pantomimed poison joke of togetherness, no less cryptic than inmates passing notes from locked cell to locked cell.
The world is a prison now, and it wasn't always like this.  Now we "own" land,  now there is a price just to be anywhere. Some people own vast landscapes, hundreds of miles, while so many can't even pitch a tent safely.  At one time, the liars, the blasphemous, claiming such outrageous ownership would be swiftly killed, but no longer.
Now a softer complicity has reached systemic infection.  Now the fractured and institutionalized male runs himself ragged to provide within the economy of debt slavery and the female does the same or rears children largely alone.  It isn't right, but like a painting that we are all so close too and involved with, we just can't see it.  The only ones I've seen who "flourish" these days, have their shit paid for by familial wealth, and it isn't to be envied, it enables false superiority, spiritual poverty.
To be denied the personal fight against homelessness in this Armageddon Era of psychotic corruption and insane bullshit, is like wearing a uniform but never fighting.  As the Uber-ultra rich buy up every last bit of commercial and residential property, with the fully expressed intention of NEVER EVER selling it, but only renting it back to us, We are either lost in our own egoic larp or really fighting.
I am wholly of the opinion that one is not living unless they know the hill they will die upon, the purpose they will never back down from.  A life without such passion is to be a physical ghost, bounced through a silly world of illusion, wherein the seed of your soul never took root. To be ignorant of the one thematic struggle of almost ALL families upon this bank owned, manipulated and controlled world is to have eyes, but be blind, to have a heart that only pumps blood, to have a brain that sits dormant, like a fatty mass within a thick skull.

We live now in a holocaust type world, (which is fine to say now that the victims of such became the perpetrators), the lid of hypocrisy and double-speak is completely blown off.  The highly orchestrated culling of the public is rampant, often with the use of technology that common people know nothing of.

The horrific traumatizing nature of all this murder and criminality acts upon the public as a silencer upon a gun, people die and no one says a thing.  Did you know that children have heart attacks now? 
Teenage athletes have heart attacks now.
The single, glaring, spotlight FACT that this  new "phenomena" is not widely discussed and evaluated with full intensity and total attention, is so deeply incriminating of everyone here, who witnesses and but for sake of associated guilty-ness remains silent.
Every shameful person, who has not invested the time or attention to seeking a logical and common sense answer to all these travesties, behaves as a culprit would, ever ready to shut down any larger questioning.  They have pre-made costumes of "conspiracy theorist" etc to rapidly attempt to dress peiple like me in, but they remain naked, and so very ugly in their nakedness.  In similar fashion the entire politico-media-sphere is one big re-inactment of "the emperors new clothes".

With no suprise,  and very few fucks left to give, I say this, That despite my own personal failure "if so" of not writing this better, those who miss the meaning here are lost and should know it.
Like previously glorified traitors to the heart and soul of humanity, I wish nothing but the rudest awakening to them.  So obviously do  "they"  currently contoll the turnstiles of power, and their largely unpaid minions follow suit. 

I am screaming and fighting against the next war, against the sadistic depopulation agenda, with zero pride in being correct.

I belive, I truly feel that my sharp, cutting and yet loose description of all this is somehow perfect for speaking to the few who feel me, and allowing the rest to fall or fuck off naturally.
We, dear reader live in a world wherein very dark forces justify the full blown murder of innocent children.  Even while the guilty party gloats and mocks and smirking calls them collateral damage, there is no protest within our leadership or those seeking the role.
These crimes, publicly displayed and celebrated by many are thematic of the very worst times and people's in all of human history.  Our nation and those aligned with us seem to be fueled by blood-lust, veiled by loose non-sensical religious and geo-political self-validation, in other words, idiotic lies.

Facing all this, very little is more insulting than some side-polarized positivity or false hope that the next cartoonish president will do thus n so.

People like me are vastly alone, and yet balanced by a deeper understanding and love for all the goodness and beauty of humanity.   The average person is caring, they love friends and family, they want to be loved, and lack only the wisdom to comprehend larger complexity.
I feel a deep growl of anger about all of this, the truly evil, the truly ignorant, the powerful and aware who remain scared and silent and above all the clear track we are all together being pushed down, one of war, depopulation and further silenced dissent.
There isn't a solution,  I'm just gonna stay angry about it, I will continue to roar from my corner of this world.  I will continue to experience the love and joy of being with those close to me, while the brake-less train wreck of western society is demolished from within. 
I will most likely continue to write stuff like this for the one and only purpose of trying to help the few sane, mentally and emotionally intact people out there, who happen to encounter what i say, be reminded that they are very, very much, not crazy.