How To Kill A Wendigo: Part One: Typology
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kimberlysteeleThe frozen, pristine fastnesses of the North American Arctic are no place for the coddled and the comfortable. If it isn’t the howling, icy winter wind or the fifty below temperatures that drive soft city dwellers back to their climate controlled paradises, it is the demoralizing 23 hour winter nights. Now imagine such a land before the advent of electricity. Imagine trying to survive solely off of seal blood and whale meat while depending on your own skills and wits to build a snow shelter adequate enough to keep you and your family alive in a hut made of snow… yeah, me neither.
The Wendigo comes to us from North American Indian/Native American legend. Some say it is from Algonquian legend, but the Wendigo shows up in Inuu (Inuits call it the Angiak), Ojibwe, Cree, and Naskapi folklore as well. It’s not difficult to put together why the people who lived in and around the Arctic came up with the idea of a terrifying monster who stalks fragile winter settlements in the dead of winter, looking to pick off humans for their meat. The Wendigo is a hard American winter personified. It is psychopathic, sociopathic, and ruthless. It is no stranger to famine and it will do whatever it takes to assuage its own ravenous appetite. The creature comes into being when a greedy, selfish individual splits off from his or her community and goes on a cannibalistic bender. After eating anyone unfortunate enough to accompany her on the journey into isolation, the newly-formed Wendigo develops an insatiable craving for more human flesh. The more it eats, the thinner it becomes. The Wendigo can only be defeated when a shaman kills it. Anyone else who gets too close will be turned into the same sort of zombie-like automaton.
I don’t need to remind readers of how ubiquitous zombies have become in entertainment. Zombies abound in film, television, and literature. Resident Evil had five sequels. There are more than 20 Resident Evil games. Zombies are so popular, they show up in franchises that aren’t supposed to have anything to do with zombies, such as Game of Thrones. You’d almost suppose we had ravenous, cannibalistic shadows we were trying to project as a culture…
We live in Addiction Culture. Everybody is addicted to something. I am one of those rare birds who does not get addicted easily. That said, in college I smoked anywhere from one to ten cigarettes a day and had a weird thing for Nutella for a few months. The cigarette and Nutella addictions did not last but I still drink two large mugs of strong black tea every morning with no plans to quit.
Every female friend I have ever had was either addicted to starving, purging, stuffing, or all three. As a teen, I watched my friend starve herself to the tune of 700 calories per day, a behavior that was smiled upon by the teacher of our sadistic Aerobics Slimnastics class. Women my age have warped relationships with food. Men, on the other hand, routinely suffer from etheric starvation — this is where the desperation of incels comes from. I put out a great deal of excess etheric energy and always have, whether I’ve liked it or not, and that is why I have often been stalked by creepy, incel types despite the clear message that I am happily married. Addiction is par for the course in Addiction Culture. To be a non-addictive personality is to be an oddball. To say: “I have never been addicted to alcohol or any form of non-prescription or prescription drugs” is the mark of the unicorn. I am not eaten alive by any self-destructive urge. I have never had a desire to ruin myself in the pursuit of a mind-altering substance. I am a modern freak.
Our culture is so full of Wendigos, we would hardly recognize one if it saddled up next to us on the street.
On a large scale, one of our collective Wendigos is our civilization’s doomed addiction to cheaply available petroleum. We have had every opportunity and incentive to back away from petroleum addiction, and as a race, we have chosen to build Costcos and spaceships to Mars instead. The more oil we consume, the hungrier we get, and meanwhile, we create the barren wastes depicted in Wall-E. Our entire food system is essentially a clever way of consuming petroleum-fertilized corn. Our diets became meat heavy over the last hundred years for a reason — how better to consume massive amounts of corn than to feed it to cows and chickens, concentrating it in their flesh? The inevitable result was a Wendigo and the irony of fat people technically starving to death because of the junky and devitalized nature of their GMO corny diets.
The Left has created a Wendigo in its addiction to controlling people. Donald Trump or his random populist leader counterpart can be thrust forward as a boogeyman, but the background of insatiable craving for power lurks obviously in the background. The Left, now suffering the final, acute stages of demonic possession, has taken to looting, burning, vandalizing, and murdering both its opposition and its own. A marauding set of zombies could not do a better job.
In middle and upper middle class neighborhoods, the Wendigo pops up in shows of ostentation. Think of the senseless waste of resources it takes to maintain a lush, green lawn in a summer drought. Where is the sanity in maintaining a lawn? Sure, it’s better than this, but it’s still not sane. In the neighborhood behind the building where I work, there is a newly constructed McMansion style house with a three car garage. It's a place and a neighborhood built for a class in complete denial that Progress is dead. It is one of many. The conformists who live lives of quiet desperation in these tacky structures (hilariously roasted by McMansion Hell) haven’t the faintest clue they’re being ridden.
In the city of Seattle, a slightly different Wendigo rides the backs of BLM would be Marxists — the kind perpetuated by a shrinking pool of resources. In Seattle, only those making seven figure incomes can afford a three bedroom house. Hatred and entitlement has become BLM’s Wendigo as they march through a seven figure income neighborhood, boldly declaring it as their land unfairly taken away by gentrification. Never mind that Japanese Americans crowded the Central District before World War II came and they were sent to internment camps. Never mind the time before that, when Jewish people proliferated in that Seattle neighborhood. Black Lives are the only lives that Matter, and anyone who doesn’t wish to kiss the feet of a group of people solely based on their arbitrarily chosen ethnicity be damned. To their credit, the BLMers have a legitimate point: it isn’t fair that a handful of rich, out of touch white and Asian people cower and shudder in their 1.5 million dollar condominiums while everyone else who doesn’t have an Amazon/Google job worries how many paychecks they are from living out of their car. The prosperity hoarders with their slick careers and their posh condos are also eaten by Wendigo; BLM isn’t technically wrong to criticize their cushy lifestyles. Nevertheless, marching through the streets while demanding 800K in reparations per black person along with a free 1.5 million formerly white/Asian owned condo is an entitlement Wendigo. It’s the voice that wheedles, “If only I won the Lotto…” meaning “If only I could force the Universe to give me money I did not earn, I’d finally be happy”. Though some well-adjusted people win the Lotto and stay that way, the other type is far more common, and the reason is that it is a Wendigo. You don’t make it go away by feeding it.
Celebrities and other people with lots of money are classic Wendigo victims. How many times have we heard of the disgraced celeb: wealthy, good looking, smart, married to someone fabulous, blessed with adorable children, yet there they were on a plane to Pedophile Orgy Island with Jeffrey Epstein? All the King’s perks and all the King’s privileges could not keep them from flocking to a stable of captured children. Instead of doing the right thing and either NOT GOING or implicating the pedophiles, they gleefully participated in the abuse, never thinking they might face consequences for their behavior. Celebrities are the hungriest of all.
Once a celebrity gets old, they chase the one thing they cannot buy on a silver platter: youth. Money, comfort, adoration, awards, and admiration is not enough. Celebrities would be forever young. Plastic surgery almost makes eternal youth seem possible until you look closely at the overinflated cheeks and the too-tight-to-close eyelids. There is also the problem of looking wet behind the ears when you haven't menstruated for fifteen years. At some point, a 62 year old who sorta kinda looks 27 is a curiosity to be pitied. The drive to look that way is a Wendigo of diminishing returns.
Anorexia, as I mentioned earlier, is a classic form of Wendigo. In her memoir of anorexia and recovery, Appetites, Caroline Knapp put it this way:
The Wendigo isn’t starvation so much as it is the fear of starvation. The Wendigo is a catabolic collapse into fear of deprivation. Over time, fear putrefies into self-destructive insanity and devolution.
Pornography addiction is a classic Wendigo. The porn addict starts off innocently enough and is soon roped into a dark hell populated by both corporeal and non-corporeal demons. Like any good Wendigo, the porn addict becomes increasingly isolated and every relationship he touches turns to excrement because of porn.
I realize how hopeless this all sounds. In my next article, I’m going to talk about the process of defeating the Wendigo. Please stay tuned — the Wendigo is a terrifying and voracious beast, but you don’t need to be a Algonquian shaman to get the better of him!
The Wendigo comes to us from North American Indian/Native American legend. Some say it is from Algonquian legend, but the Wendigo shows up in Inuu (Inuits call it the Angiak), Ojibwe, Cree, and Naskapi folklore as well. It’s not difficult to put together why the people who lived in and around the Arctic came up with the idea of a terrifying monster who stalks fragile winter settlements in the dead of winter, looking to pick off humans for their meat. The Wendigo is a hard American winter personified. It is psychopathic, sociopathic, and ruthless. It is no stranger to famine and it will do whatever it takes to assuage its own ravenous appetite. The creature comes into being when a greedy, selfish individual splits off from his or her community and goes on a cannibalistic bender. After eating anyone unfortunate enough to accompany her on the journey into isolation, the newly-formed Wendigo develops an insatiable craving for more human flesh. The more it eats, the thinner it becomes. The Wendigo can only be defeated when a shaman kills it. Anyone else who gets too close will be turned into the same sort of zombie-like automaton.
I don’t need to remind readers of how ubiquitous zombies have become in entertainment. Zombies abound in film, television, and literature. Resident Evil had five sequels. There are more than 20 Resident Evil games. Zombies are so popular, they show up in franchises that aren’t supposed to have anything to do with zombies, such as Game of Thrones. You’d almost suppose we had ravenous, cannibalistic shadows we were trying to project as a culture…
We live in Addiction Culture. Everybody is addicted to something. I am one of those rare birds who does not get addicted easily. That said, in college I smoked anywhere from one to ten cigarettes a day and had a weird thing for Nutella for a few months. The cigarette and Nutella addictions did not last but I still drink two large mugs of strong black tea every morning with no plans to quit.
Every female friend I have ever had was either addicted to starving, purging, stuffing, or all three. As a teen, I watched my friend starve herself to the tune of 700 calories per day, a behavior that was smiled upon by the teacher of our sadistic Aerobics Slimnastics class. Women my age have warped relationships with food. Men, on the other hand, routinely suffer from etheric starvation — this is where the desperation of incels comes from. I put out a great deal of excess etheric energy and always have, whether I’ve liked it or not, and that is why I have often been stalked by creepy, incel types despite the clear message that I am happily married. Addiction is par for the course in Addiction Culture. To be a non-addictive personality is to be an oddball. To say: “I have never been addicted to alcohol or any form of non-prescription or prescription drugs” is the mark of the unicorn. I am not eaten alive by any self-destructive urge. I have never had a desire to ruin myself in the pursuit of a mind-altering substance. I am a modern freak.
Our culture is so full of Wendigos, we would hardly recognize one if it saddled up next to us on the street.
On a large scale, one of our collective Wendigos is our civilization’s doomed addiction to cheaply available petroleum. We have had every opportunity and incentive to back away from petroleum addiction, and as a race, we have chosen to build Costcos and spaceships to Mars instead. The more oil we consume, the hungrier we get, and meanwhile, we create the barren wastes depicted in Wall-E. Our entire food system is essentially a clever way of consuming petroleum-fertilized corn. Our diets became meat heavy over the last hundred years for a reason — how better to consume massive amounts of corn than to feed it to cows and chickens, concentrating it in their flesh? The inevitable result was a Wendigo and the irony of fat people technically starving to death because of the junky and devitalized nature of their GMO corny diets.
The Left has created a Wendigo in its addiction to controlling people. Donald Trump or his random populist leader counterpart can be thrust forward as a boogeyman, but the background of insatiable craving for power lurks obviously in the background. The Left, now suffering the final, acute stages of demonic possession, has taken to looting, burning, vandalizing, and murdering both its opposition and its own. A marauding set of zombies could not do a better job.
In middle and upper middle class neighborhoods, the Wendigo pops up in shows of ostentation. Think of the senseless waste of resources it takes to maintain a lush, green lawn in a summer drought. Where is the sanity in maintaining a lawn? Sure, it’s better than this, but it’s still not sane. In the neighborhood behind the building where I work, there is a newly constructed McMansion style house with a three car garage. It's a place and a neighborhood built for a class in complete denial that Progress is dead. It is one of many. The conformists who live lives of quiet desperation in these tacky structures (hilariously roasted by McMansion Hell) haven’t the faintest clue they’re being ridden.
In the city of Seattle, a slightly different Wendigo rides the backs of BLM would be Marxists — the kind perpetuated by a shrinking pool of resources. In Seattle, only those making seven figure incomes can afford a three bedroom house. Hatred and entitlement has become BLM’s Wendigo as they march through a seven figure income neighborhood, boldly declaring it as their land unfairly taken away by gentrification. Never mind that Japanese Americans crowded the Central District before World War II came and they were sent to internment camps. Never mind the time before that, when Jewish people proliferated in that Seattle neighborhood. Black Lives are the only lives that Matter, and anyone who doesn’t wish to kiss the feet of a group of people solely based on their arbitrarily chosen ethnicity be damned. To their credit, the BLMers have a legitimate point: it isn’t fair that a handful of rich, out of touch white and Asian people cower and shudder in their 1.5 million dollar condominiums while everyone else who doesn’t have an Amazon/Google job worries how many paychecks they are from living out of their car. The prosperity hoarders with their slick careers and their posh condos are also eaten by Wendigo; BLM isn’t technically wrong to criticize their cushy lifestyles. Nevertheless, marching through the streets while demanding 800K in reparations per black person along with a free 1.5 million formerly white/Asian owned condo is an entitlement Wendigo. It’s the voice that wheedles, “If only I won the Lotto…” meaning “If only I could force the Universe to give me money I did not earn, I’d finally be happy”. Though some well-adjusted people win the Lotto and stay that way, the other type is far more common, and the reason is that it is a Wendigo. You don’t make it go away by feeding it.
Celebrities and other people with lots of money are classic Wendigo victims. How many times have we heard of the disgraced celeb: wealthy, good looking, smart, married to someone fabulous, blessed with adorable children, yet there they were on a plane to Pedophile Orgy Island with Jeffrey Epstein? All the King’s perks and all the King’s privileges could not keep them from flocking to a stable of captured children. Instead of doing the right thing and either NOT GOING or implicating the pedophiles, they gleefully participated in the abuse, never thinking they might face consequences for their behavior. Celebrities are the hungriest of all.
Once a celebrity gets old, they chase the one thing they cannot buy on a silver platter: youth. Money, comfort, adoration, awards, and admiration is not enough. Celebrities would be forever young. Plastic surgery almost makes eternal youth seem possible until you look closely at the overinflated cheeks and the too-tight-to-close eyelids. There is also the problem of looking wet behind the ears when you haven't menstruated for fifteen years. At some point, a 62 year old who sorta kinda looks 27 is a curiosity to be pitied. The drive to look that way is a Wendigo of diminishing returns.
Anorexia, as I mentioned earlier, is a classic form of Wendigo. In her memoir of anorexia and recovery, Appetites, Caroline Knapp put it this way:
Food, over time, became a terrible, powerful symbol — of how much I wanted on the one hand and how certain I was that I’d never get enough on the other — and my denial of food thus became the most masterful solution. I’m so hungry, I’ll never get fed.
The Wendigo isn’t starvation so much as it is the fear of starvation. The Wendigo is a catabolic collapse into fear of deprivation. Over time, fear putrefies into self-destructive insanity and devolution.
Pornography addiction is a classic Wendigo. The porn addict starts off innocently enough and is soon roped into a dark hell populated by both corporeal and non-corporeal demons. Like any good Wendigo, the porn addict becomes increasingly isolated and every relationship he touches turns to excrement because of porn.
I realize how hopeless this all sounds. In my next article, I’m going to talk about the process of defeating the Wendigo. Please stay tuned — the Wendigo is a terrifying and voracious beast, but you don’t need to be a Algonquian shaman to get the better of him!
Commander Wendigo
Date: 2020-09-02 02:11 pm (UTC)Or does that come up in the next part?
Re: Commander Wendigo
Date: 2020-09-02 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-02 03:44 pm (UTC)There’s also one other type of Wendigo I think needs to be mentioned: the internet seems to have a fairly strong one on it. I’ve lost track of the number of people I know who can’t function without it, and who are miserable because they do nothing because they spend too much time online and not enough doing anything. The fact my internet use has dropped precipitously since I started banishing, even as I have set up a blog and am spending more time doing research on a wide range of topics, suggests there’s some form of entity implicated: the symptoms seem to suggest Wendigo, although it might be something else.
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Date: 2020-09-02 05:08 pm (UTC)I'm with you on the internet's Wendigo. There's a reason the majority of the internet is devoted to pornography and always has been since it began. I used to use Facebook every day, often checking it several times a day, and then I started banishing. Facebook got banished. I would get rid of it entirely if it wasn't for a handful of friends there who don't have any other way of getting in touch and Facebook Marketplace so I can sell and give away things.
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Date: 2020-09-03 01:15 am (UTC)The thing that gets me the most about the internet is just how weird the disconnect is. The internet is flooded with porn, theft, and time wasters, but there are also lots of ways the internet adds value: conversations like these would take quite a bit longer without it, and I’m not sure how JMG’s Magic Mondays could exist without it just for two examples; and so as I’m banishing it I’m finding I actually appreciate it and the possibilities it enables more, even as the actual amount I use it plummets. The entire experience is quite strange.
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Date: 2020-09-03 03:32 am (UTC)I actually love the internet and I will be terribly sad for it when it is gone. I cannot tell you how many times I've looked up a four dollar word or a handicraft or an obscure book and gotten the instant gratification of knowledge. I also love connecting with "pen pals" who I'd never be able to have such fast and easy conversations with if it wasn't for the web. As for TV, whatever, yawn, boring. The internet is I can curate. Yes, some people curate their internet mostly with porn, but those who don't suffer that Wendigo are out there too.
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Date: 2020-09-03 12:59 pm (UTC)The thing I enjoy the most about it is the ability to find out what’s happening, without it being curated by the official media. The sheer diversity of content is amazing. It’s also quite neat to be able to see what people are up to, and what people are thinking. I’m not sure how much longer the open internet will last though. I expect that it’ll die long before the internet as a whole does.
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Date: 2020-09-03 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-05 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-06 06:04 pm (UTC)Thanks for this because I realize I can just archive those groups today.
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Date: 2020-09-06 07:50 pm (UTC)Today is always a good day to ditch FacePlant! It was weird: today, I went grocery shopping. In the checkout, I glanced behind and saw someone I knew but wasn't in touch with (recognized her even with the mask!)-- an old friend of my sister's. I said hi and we chatted briefly. She apologetically said she was hardly ever on FB anymore (by way of apologizing for being out of touch), and I mentioned that I'd deleted mine because it just wasn't worth the liability. She was like "I know right?!?" and launched into a whole diatribe about how you can hardly post anything anyway, because it might get you in trouble at work later, etc. She seemed so relieved to be able to say it out loud.
It's not the only chat like that I've had lately. I think FB in six months will be as passe as MySpace.
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Date: 2020-09-07 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-07 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-07 02:00 am (UTC)Groups and marketplace were the main reasons I waited so long to hit "delete". I'm still not sure how we'll go about our next car replacement without marketplace, but I'll cross that bridge when we come to it. We depend a lot on serendipity for that sort of thing anyway. Being away from the homeschooler groups for a month let me realize that 99% of the posts were irritating inspirational memes that I had to put up with to find out when park day is. It's a relief to leave! Now I'm forced to do the thing I should have done two years ago: pick up the phone and make arrangements directly. FB overloads me, and makes me lazy, at the same time.
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Date: 2020-09-07 02:01 am (UTC)Wetiko
Date: 2020-09-02 04:22 pm (UTC)Re: Wetiko
Date: 2020-09-02 05:13 pm (UTC)Acceptable targets
Date: 2020-09-03 07:30 pm (UTC)I don't think 2020 has borne this theory out necessarily, but it was a somewhat interesting idea, and even though zombie media still exists, I think the days of the zombie bumper crop are probably at least 5 years in the past.
Re: Acceptable targets
Date: 2020-09-03 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-06 02:01 am (UTC)OT question-- ignore if you're not interested. Wanted to bounce it off you as a musician: have you listened to any of the audio from the "singing" and chanting protesters and rioters? There's something unsettlingly ugly and tone-deaf (in a very literal sense) about it. I'm not sure what to make of it, and it really, really bothers me. The voices are whining, and even with a bullhorn leading, they seem to have trouble synching up and chanting together. When they try anything like singing together, the lack of pitch is agonizing.
What is this?
I've seen footage of singing and chanting from protests in other times and places, and it wasn't like that. I've *been* to a couple of demonstrations, where singing/chanting happened, and it wasn't like that. Is it a sign of a sick mental/spiritual state? Is it simply the inevitable result of the cultural decline in music education and group singing-- a generational divide between people who grew up singing in church, and people who didn't?
I'd love to know if you've noticed it and/or have any theories.
Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-06 05:49 pm (UTC)Think back to the one where the woman shouts at her dean of students that "it is NOT about making an intellectual space, it is NOT! Its about making a HOME"
https://youtu.be/9IEFD_JVYd0
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-06 05:59 pm (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-06 07:55 pm (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-06 08:18 pm (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-06 09:15 pm (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 12:49 am (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 12:57 am (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 01:21 am (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 01:29 am (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 05:06 am (UTC)My concern is legions of pencil pushers and mouse-find-cheese office fauna suddenly being thrust into a much more Spartan and low class way of life. These are people who have never grown a tomato and who cannot be without their electronic devices for an entire waking hour. I am already planning on taking Election week off and hunkering down in my house. I am going to push forward with my subscription library because I worry that the libraries around me simply won't re-open (despite my taxes paying for their buildings and staff) or rolling closures as flu seasons come and go. I belong to the Theosophical Society library but it is closed and has been since March. One can do some weird drive-by book pickup thing that I'm not willing to participate in. No thanks. I am most likely not going to renew my membership.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 12:47 pm (UTC)I'm right there with you on doctors. So many terrible experiences I don't go unless I'm dying. I have the occasional health crisis, but so far docs have a crap track record helping me with it-- AFAICT it amounts to "I get overstressed and my thyroid craps out" which no conventional doc will even discuss. Last time , out of desperation, I went to see a chiro for a few months and lo! He helped me navigate my way back to decent health.
The legions of the professionally useless suddenly thrust upon the wide world... you're right, that is going to be a rough transition. Something to pray about. It would actually be helpful if we started to lose cellular infrastructure and reliable internet at the same time: forcing people to wake up from the screen fog so they might find other ways to be useful. Not counting on it, though.
There is a funny thing: I've been following the regenerative agriculture scene for many years now. There are so many innovative farmers and ranchers out there who've figured out-- and continue to figure out-- how to imitate the patterns of nature to restore topsoil, bring back dried-up streams and springs, restore healthy waterways, grow healthy forests, and bring degraded farmland back into production, all while producing astonishing amounts of food per acre. When you see it in action, it's like: wow! Why don't we produce ALL our food this way? And it always comes down to labor. 30% of household income is a normal price to pay for food, for most people on earth, until very recently. In the US it's less than 7% and we let other things, like housing and entertainment, take up the slack. Which means we're not willing to pay the world-normal prices for food that's produced this way. We're losing our topsoil and our aquifers because we're obsessed with having fewer and fewer farmers grow more and more of our food. But in order to keep our topsoil, we need vastly *more* people on the farms. We need intelligent people on the farms, intstead of shipping them off to the cities where they can make the big bucks.
In my fantasy future, thousands of pale, chubby cubicle-slaves will emerge blinking into the sunlight with their pink slips, realize they never liked their jobs anyway, and find their way into the countryside, where they will live healthier, more fulfilling lives learning to move cows, water chickens, feed pigs, weed vegetables, build compost windrows with frontloaders, plant orchards, raise turkeys, make cheese... The truth is there aren't enough of those farmers to even teach them right now. And then all the spending that has been displaced from inflated rents, dining out, movies, netflix, cell phone bills, and exotic vacations... can go to buying decent, healthy food.
But with everyone suddenly being poorer... probably not.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 04:31 pm (UTC)I'm right with you on wanting to see housing become affordable. From the day I was old enough to think, the waste of building new when old buildings sit empty has been a source of infinite anger and frustration for me. I'll never understand why people live in such huge houses -- four people with six bathrooms. A certain relative of mine who lives in a gigantic house is getting a Jacuzzi for his birthday. He is turning 8. The Wendigo starts young.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 06:54 pm (UTC)Which is a long way of saying I'm not sure size is the primary problem. But modern houses use size to make up for poor design and lack of workmanship, and the total absence of grace, so size becomes a marker for awful houses. As though you could make up for cheap construction by giving it a ton of floor space to cram full of crappy mass-produced furniture and unnecessary appliances. You'd never say a suburban McMansion had generous proportions or spacious rooms. You can only call it "big".
I think there's definitely an etheric-starvation element to diabetes. I come from a family of diabetics, and teeter on the brink of that problem myself. Most food... whether I like it or don't like it, simply doesn't have the ability to get me to satiety. I still want more, even when I have eaten so much I feel physically uncomfortable. How can you still feel empty when your stuffed guts are crying out for mercy! And this is in a house where we cook everything, and don't bring home junk food. We don't eat out. There's got to be a reason for this! That even if I start with *ingredients* and cook it... there is not enough hearty chili-from-dry-beans in the universe to make me feel *not hungry*. Following my church's fasting schedule helps a bit, but I'm horrible at sticking to it.
Interestingly, if I eat a meal that consists at least half of garden produce, it's vastly more satisfying. It's been a blockbuster year for green beans, and for whatever reason, they are calorically light, but immensely filling.
My other grandmother was T2 diabetic, as were nine of her siblings. She was the only one who never became insulin dependent or demented. She cooked at home, but... veg-all casseroles and sugarfree yogurt like everyone else at the time. The thing she did different was that she loved plants. She never lived anywhere she didn't have a patio crowded with tropical plants that she groomed and watered, and a long windowsill full of african violets. Maybe she was getting from her plants some of what she was missing from her food.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 09:38 pm (UTC)Hearing your anecdote about plants, I am going to fill my house with more houseplants and see what happens. I'm going to put them in the bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 11:49 pm (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-08 09:46 pm (UTC)Wood and plaster naturally control humidity in the air by absorbing and releasing moisture, keeping humidity in a range that can deter airborne bacteria and viruses. They also allow for a slow exchange of air and moisture with the air around the house, instead of sealing it in.
There's probably an etheric component as well.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-09 05:37 pm (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 03:44 am (UTC)I was a student at a college in a small college city, graduated in 2006. Even back then if I think back, I saw the early signs of this ideology. I watched a well meaning man who called himself a "civil rights crusader" (which sounds almost like a Mandela Effect alternate world "social justice warrior") give an impassioned talk about how home ownership in the USA remained to that day systemically racist.
After his speech his audience proceeded to put him through a struggle session, over his "problematic" turns of phrase, about how he wasn't ally enough, and he was completely taken off guard by this.
Afterwards, everyone I talked to about it thought it was the most ridiculous spectacle they'd ever seen. Surely these people would quickly fizzle out as it turns out they would just make enemies out of friends.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 04:49 am (UTC)Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-06 11:35 pm (UTC)Considering that she got her wish, and he lost his job, what lesson did she and the other students learn from this? Clearly Yale is not an intellectual space, by their own admission by way of concession. It should bot surprise anyone that this entire generation of students will choose to carry this winning strategy into the workplace and into the halls of politics.
Did you hear about the massive court case Oberlin lost for its complicity in destroying the reputation of a local business? Its bad enough when its like Yale but entirely something else when the administration is in on it... literally speaking of their students as a weapon to aim at people.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 12:46 am (UTC)I did not hear of the Oberlin case. It's almost funny how blind the admins at Oberlin College are to their own bigotry of low expectations. I'm glad they got served to the tune of millions of dollars. Sadly, they will most likely go under as tuition skyrockets (admins always try to pass the cost to the students' families instead of paring down their own inflated numbers) and once they are gone, the town will be in deep trouble. That's the devil's bargain small towns have with colleges. Can't live with them and their troublemaking rich kids who use the town as a personal drug/sex playground, can't live without them and their salary class money. Small town liberal arts colleges are about to go the way of the dodo -- I'm planning an essay on how the salary class has killed itself.
When I went to music school 25 years ago, it was already bad. The small town colleges were all known as party schools. I visited a small town college called Millikin University and it was, for lack of a better term, icky. My friend ended up going there and he was mugged at least once from what I remember. Black/white tensions were high and you didn't dare go out after a certain hour. Another college not too far from me, a state school called Northern Illinois, has a terrible reputation for crime both on and off campus. The town's violent crime rate is almost 40% higher than the national average. There is absolutely a miasma around small town colleges and it's not just pot smoke and body odor.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 04:46 am (UTC)Will the federal government allow schools like Oberlin to go bust? In a lot of ways these schools are directly funded by federal money if for no other reason than grants and loans, which have allowed them to explode their ranks with useless functionaries and ideological leeches.
We know that there are many industries that the feds don't really care about, and those industries have been relentlessly offshored for the past 50 years. For some reason, marxist indoctrination isn't one of those industries, so I guess a question would be whether these schools are deemed necessary... too "big" to fail.
Having been a long time listener, I know that the foundational inspiration for DEVO was Jerry Cassale being present at Kent State when the National Guard opened fire on students. Speak of the devil, I went to look and he'd done an interview just this month : https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/devo-jerry-casale-interview-kent-state-massacre-protest-992651/
Speaking as someone who only ever heard the barest of stories about Kent State, and only that it was "an atrocity" growing up, the story painted in that article honestly sounds eerily like today. If the SDS students were being accused of being Brownshirts, maybe there's a reason for that. If they were anything like today's Antifa or BLM, the label is richly earned. If an ROTC was burned down and SDS was a radical movement already stirring up trouble in town, then why reach for the conspiracy theory angle that an outside "agitator" lit the fire? It seems like none of these leftists can own their actions.
Honestly the events of the past 10 years have in fact made me reevaluate whether McCarthy and McCarthyism was actually wrong. Sure the communist hollywood left would wail about it, they were the ones most effected. And of course with the power to influence minds, they would set about casting it as the darkest chapter in American history since slavery.
Re: Look back at the college campus freakout videos from the past 10 years
Date: 2020-09-07 05:31 am (UTC)I had the same thoughts about McCarthyism. At the height of McCarthyism, Chairman Mao was killing and starving millions of his own people. His stupid and ecocidal Four Pests campaign lasted from 1958-1960; in my opinion, the insult he did with that stunt was truly demonic and god-angering, along with all the humans Mao killed, it is hard to imagine his future lives being anything less than total hells. Stalin died in 1953. Communism's evils were fresher then. I can see why regular people wanted to smother them at the first cry.
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Date: 2020-09-06 05:54 pm (UTC)I think their tone-deafness may have to do with the particular set of demons that is influencing the Left right now: they're not musical. Demons are more cunning than intelligent, so it follows that the music of the possessed would be cunning and even clever but without depth or intelligence. The egregor of the music of the Left has also been stained with pay for play and rampant pedophilia and perversion, for instance, the Disney Channel and its glossy cacomagic. The Muses left pop music 70+ years ago -- they did that the second music became more about profit than about melody or expression. Most of what these people listen to is autotuned, precanned garbage. Their inability to sing could also be blowback for cursing others -- they are always telling the others to get f**ked, which could easily blow back upon them as an overwhelming sense of disarray accompanied by literal and metaphoric dissonance.
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Date: 2020-09-06 08:15 pm (UTC)What I'm hearing in all this footage is so different! The only ones who sound harmonious are in clips with smaller groups of all-black demonstrators, during the daytime.
I've wondered if it's simply that the antiwar protest I observed was aiming for solidarity, whereas these are simply aimed at stoking rage. Whatever goes on physiologically in a rage, it's not conducive to mellifluous vocal performance. But I suspect all that rage-stoking is also throwing the doors open to whatever shrill beasts are riding these people. I've never heard anyone claim the demons make beautiful music...
So this is what happens when Antifa tries to detonate a cop-killing Molotov cocktail...
Date: 2020-09-07 05:34 am (UTC)The Left may not be able to meme, but they sure know how to make themselves the subjects of memes.
Re: So this is what happens when Antifa tries to detonate a cop-killing Molotov cocktail...
Date: 2020-09-07 07:31 am (UTC)But the thing I really noticed about the video is that this was in the middle of a residential street. It's suburbia. What exactly was the intended target the butterfingers bomber was going to aim for, before he dropped the bottle?
Well, as long as he drives down to Sacramento, he can just go loot some new shoes and the DA will take his circumstances into account. Clearly he "needs" new shoes now.
Re: So this is what happens when Antifa tries to detonate a cop-killing Molotov cocktail...
Date: 2020-09-07 04:18 pm (UTC)All of those people were wearing jackets and not one of them thought to take off his jacket and shirt and smother the guy's feet with it. At least someone thought of getting the shoes off. The idiot with the plastic shield... ugh.
People were saying that the Molotov cocktail was aimed for the police. Of course the police tried to help the guy. How interesting that Antifa imagines a world without them.