Demand creates supply
Chaos is cheaper than fascism, eventually. What families, companies, survived the the last Reich? Was there a great shift in global command and control after WWI bled into WWII ? Or are we watching this now, as total information awareness allows us to free think a past previously spoon fed to us by our betters in large doses? Did the Reich emulate the victors as it rose from the ashes of WWI, with the blessing of the Anglo and American elite?
If not for the failed fascist pogrom of Prohibition, would not have the American elite gassed then burned their weak, queer, former slaves, and all resistors ?
Drug war...may just be playing the unintended roll of spoiler yet again, as the American Reich slides into the trench it dug for itself in real time. Maybe we won’t look like the Dresden of Slaughter House 5. Perhaps Israel, or Iran will get to play that roll this round...Brazil might also be an option, or maybe we can prevent scortched earth everywhere.
I’m dealing with chaos in person, personally. I’ve got the chops. I’ve got chaos where I want it. Fascism is not my affair. American Fascism is flailing under Trump, who is simply not smart enough to be a fascist.
I care about air, water, and living soil. My grandchildren and you will not be doing well without them. Genocide is not good for the gene pool. Never was. The answers to future questions are coded into every living thing, who knows what’s on its way? You might ask yourself.
I’m not fighting anything, or American Fascism, which is on its way out; hopefully without a bang. The debt will not go away, until it is paid. While American Fascism is not my affair, I know that my children and grandchildren will have to pay. I’d prefer to pay than for them not have living soil, clean air and water for them to enjoy.
Strength through peace is not an accessory or an add on, it’s a survival plan...a way to fathom the real world in real time, to manage the chaos of flailing fascism, as it implodes in a controlled demolition.
Growth verses change. We are not fighting fascism, we are growing out of it, beyond it, each of us, and together as we learn a truer version of our own story, and adapt to reality. What choice do we have really? I’ve never been a fascist, just controlled by them. I know my life has been orchestrated by a resistance that is far smarter than I will ever be. I’m no scholar, I’m a product of a system, a system within a complex, a complex that is too complex for me to fathom, except as the MIC. The MIC the sum of those parts, one of which built me to do just this.
The MIC is not fascist. The MIC is not chaos. The MIC is a child looking for milk and cookies. I’m speaking directly into the MIC, calmly and assertively. I have no milk, I have no cookies. I’m not the enemy, I’m just a student teacher sitting in the back of the class, also looking for milk and cookies, but not driving.