Pathetic

Maybe this is what it feels like when on old horse is put out to pasture: Neglected. Abandoned. Maybe not the best analogy, but one that came to mind as I consider things these days. On my trip to Montbard for the weekly market, there was always this horse, all alone in his little fenced in field that always tugged at me, so I made it a habit to buy extra carrots or apples in order to give him a bit of joy now and then. Sure enough, he became accustomed to my stops, and would whinny a greeting of recognition as he trotted down to the fence to accept my offerings. Being an ex-ranch hand and used to horses, I was sometimes tempted to jump the fence to see if he would let me mount, but never did. Probably should have in order to let him feel the warm embrace of two legs around his belly, the familiar bit of weight on his back.

I think about that, for some reason, when I consider the incredible number of people who have fallen for the Covid Charade and The Jab, so I guess that it shouldn’t really surprise me when I think about how we have been programmed, basically, since birth. Especially since that asshole Edouard Bernays and his Public Relations racket took over the advertising world. It’s been downhill ever since.

All these people lining up for their Jabs, thinking that, once injected, everything will return, at least for them, to the Old Normal, have quite a shock coming when, come this Fall, when a return of The Virus, or some new variant (both or any of which will be disguising themselves as some new biological “terrorist” attack), will require yet another Jab, and then another, and new lockdowns, new curfews, new social distancing or whatever else our brain dead politicians are told to say.

Because they don’t seem to realize it, I’d like to inform them that the Old Normal is what got us here in the first place, to this point of dystopia, this form of totalitarianism. That we’ve got to imagine something else other than capitalism and all its iterations for a way forward.

Think about it. Bill Gates, the new emperor of the world, along with his buddies at the WEF and all the other supposed ‘think tanks” he finances, want to reduce the populations of certain countries (if not all) and yet Europe is complaining that their populations are not growing fast enough, if at all, in order to support their Ponzi schemes for a decent retirement for their citizens. Does this make any sense at all?

These so-called elite couldn’t give a rat’s ass about our retirements, about our “investments”, our “health care”, our children’s futures or anything else. They simply want it all, everything, to divvy it up as to how they see fit. And keep the rest.

This Covid farce is an introduction to the future they envision. Comply or die. Simple as that. There is no longer any truth, any science, any thinking, any imagination. Nothing but what comes from the screens everyone seems to revere, as if we were somehow transported back to the Feudal Ages, shaking in fear of reprisals from some mysterious power.

It’s pathetic.

Breathe

I read Ed Curtin’s latest offering the other day. I suggest reading it. It’s one of his more lyrical pieces, meandering between past and present, dreams, memories, and reality in such a way as to evoke a sense of wonder and, for me, a sense of peace. Something in short supply these days.

It may be because I’m an old guy now, living simply on a small retirement, who grew up in a small town and went fishing, like Ed, in the early mornings in an old leaky row boat to try and catch a few bluegills for breakfast.

In any case, I encourage anyone who stops by to go read his piece, http://edwardcurtin.com/between-us/ as a true antidote to the stuff the MSM and their associated acolytes are pushing these days. Truly, a breath of fresh air.

Are Dreams Disposable?

23 mar 2021

Catus

… and he asked me if he could interview me and I said, Yes, but it had to be in the city where I was at the time, and he said, Okay, give me some time to get the funds together, and I said, Fine, get back in touch when you have them, and he said, Fine, and asked me where I was and I said, Not far, probably closer than you think, and gave him the address, and he said, That’s just down the street, and I said, Why don’t you just come down and do the interview right now?, and he said, Okay, and was there in a few minutes and said, Well, that was a lot easier than I thought, and I said, Sometimes things are easier than what we think, and he said, Yeah, and I asked him what he wanted to talk about, and he said, Well, it’s kind of difficult, seeing as how I’m not all that prepared, and I said, Sometimes being prepared isn’t all that important, and he said, Well, yeah, I guess so, and I said, The subject and the object are sometimes difficult to ascertain, that they sometimes like to change places, that they become one another, so you don’t know which is which, but that it didn’t make all that much difference, and that preparation was sometimes a false trail, a kind of a priori that skews things unnecessarily, that changes things in such a way as to give a false impression where the object becomes the subject and the subject becomes the object, but that’s the way things go sometimes, and sometimes that’s all to the better in that changing places is better than establishing borders, that not knowing where the lines of demarcation are is easier than acknowledging them, that the entire business of subject and object is a kind of trap into which we fall, that subject and object are, in the end, inter-changeable and have to do with why we’re here in the first place, given that I’m the subject, but also the object, of this interview, and that you have an object in mind which is also the subject of what you want to talk about, so we can, in a way, do away with a lot of the formalities of an interview and …

And that’s where I woke up. I have dreams like this more and more often, as if I’m reading a text and the text sometimes runs by too quickly or fades out slightly so I can’t read it or repeats itself for pages and pages as if asking me to find some hidden meaning. This one woke me up enough to actually get out of bed and write down what I remembered of it.

Does anyone out there have any ideas? Or are dreams just disposable?

Note. The written format of this text I owe to José Saramago.

Spring Cleaning

14 mai 2020

SW France

This Covid 19 thing is really bizarre. I continue to ask myself: How is it possible that a billionaire, whose fortune is based on a pretty shitty operating system whose origins are kind of mysterious (well, not really mysterious because the original code came from DARPA and IBM who got it from the guy who broke the Enigma code), is now directing the world to remain in lockdown mode until the so-called scientists he is funding come up with a vaccine for a flu virus which will have mutated who knows how many times before said vaccine will be, if ever, discovered and therefore be totally useless? Does this make any sense at all? And governments world-wide are following his advice? What is really going on here?

I can’t even remember the last time I was vaccinated for anything. I’m 73 years old and still in relatively good health. We were in Paris for the first five or six weeks of the quarantine, then managed to escape due to health considerations for my wife’s mother. I never wore a mask or gloves, but maintained a certain distance more out of a sense of courtesy than a fear of contamination.

And then we come to the now infamous Neil Ferguson of Imperial College whose so-called “models” and the resulting predictions have been so wildly off the mark it’s hard to believe that anyone with a few brain cells would believe him. But here we are, in almost world-wide lockdown mode, just the same. At least China had the organisation and empathy towards its confined citizens (food delivered, salaries paid) to ease the pain. And Sweden relied on the common sense of its citizens in following a few recommendations so as not to shut down the country completely.

For anyone interested in exploring some of the possible reasons for this insanity, I would suggest the following links:

https://off-guardian.org/

https://swprs.org/a-swiss-doctor-on-covid-19/

Go have a look around and maybe see what a real Spring Cleaning might reveal. Then get to work on cleaning up our governments. Together.

Thoughts on the Covid Business

5 mai 2020

Short bit for the few folks who stop by.

https://dissidentvoice.org/2020/05/big-pharma-beware-dr-montagnier-shines-new-light-on-covid-19-and-the-future-of-medicine/

I absolutely love stuff like this. I imagine a lot of folks, if they take the time to read the entire article, will dismiss it as science fiction. I take it as a great step forward in understanding our world in terms of what we don’t understand and probably won’t for quite some time. Science and technology, the way we’re practising it today, won’t save us from ourselves. We’ve proved that over and over again. But a new perspective on how science and technology can open new “doors of perception” that may change the way we think of ourselves in the Big Picture I think, is a great opportunity to initiate major changes in what we are doing now.

Here’s another link from the same author:

http://canadianpatriot.org/from-cop-21-to-covid-19-the-collapse-of-predictive-models-and-the-return-to-actual-thinking/

I can’t remember when I first came across this Ehret guy, but whatever I read that first time kind of piqued my interest, and I’ve been running into his name more frequently lately. And while I tend to lean toward the idea that continual population growth is probably not a great idea, at least at this point, I certainly don’t like the idea of Bill Gates and friends coercively vaccinating us to death. Once we harness fusion or transform ourselves into some kind of quantum beings able to travel faster than the speed of light (or something), I’ll be long gone and, in my present state of mind, thankful for that.

 

Anecdote

16 avril 2020

Paris

Here’s a personal anecdote. We landed in Paris, returning from Mauritius, 16 March, just as the lockdown was being announced. Taking a taxi into town, at first it was kind of cool. Little traffic, clear skies, quiet streets. Then, considering the lockdown long term, my first reaction was to suggest hiring a car to drive down to my mother-in-law’s summer place in the southwest where she has a big terrace and a garden across the street in a small town of maybe six or seven hundred, new suburbs included. Better than being locked inside our city center apartment, no? But since my wife’s mother is old (91), relatively frail, semi-handicapped (sight, hearing, memory failing, the Full Monty), and stubborn as a mule, my wife decided to put that plan on hold for the time being. I had misgivings and tried to explain that if we didn’t get out of the city “tout de suite”, we could very well be imprisoned for quite a while. To no avail. My wife’s mother was tired and it wasn’t her habit to go down there so soon. It would be too cold (even though the house is centrally heated). Go figure.

And so now, a month later, here we are, still in Paris, filling out our little permission slips to go outside for an hour, without sitting on a bench to take a little sun (we’ve had exceptional weather), to go for groceries or whatnot. My wife takes the bus two or three times a week (sometimes more) to her mother’s place to make sure she has stuff to eat, clean up, cook a meal, and continually explain how to use her computer or cell phone or tv or portable radio. Since she can’t see the buttons, it’s no surprise.

I finally got fed up with my wife’s gracious patience, called my doctor for an appointment, and explained the situation, asking him if he could write a medical “exception” and let us take “la veille bique” down south (and escape Paris). He explained that she would have to make that demand herself. Reporting back to my wife, she hesitated for another week or so, then finally, finally explained to her mother that it was either now or never if she wanted to go down south at all because no one knew when they were going to lift the lockdown or maybe even restrict it more.

The results? We finally got her mother to agree to a consultation with my doctor, but sometime in ten days or so (can’t remember the exact date). By then, who knows if we’ll be able to rent a car to get down there. Or if the restrictions on movement will be more severe.

I’m going crazy.

As for all the other stuff about “flattening the curve” or “herding” or whatever, I couldn’t care less. So-called information these days is where one wants to find it. You can believe in any number of scenarios. It’s a Gates takeover of the world. It’s the incompetence and corruption of the health authorities. It’s nothing more than the flu. Or any of the other theories floating around the internet. Take your pick, choose your “Blindness” (Jose Saramago). In any case, you lose. Or get lost in the labyrinth. Or take a look at OffGuardian for a bit of sanity.

Things have got to change.

Things Have to Change

16 avril 2020

Paris

Here’s a personal anecdote. We landed in Paris, returning from Mauritius, 16 March, just as the lockdown was being announced. Taking a taxi into town, at first it was kind of cool. Little traffic, clear skies, quiet streets. Then, considering the lockdown long term, my first reaction was to suggest hiring a car to drive down to my mother-in-law’s summer place in the southwest where she has a big terrace and a garden across the street in a small town of maybe six or seven hundred, new suburbs included. Better than being locked inside our city center apartment, no? But since my wife’s mother is old (91), relatively frail, semi-handicapped (sight, hearing, memory failing, the Full Monty), and stubborn as a mule, my wife decided to put my plan on hold for the time being. I had misgivings and tried to explain that if we didn’t get out of the city “tout de suite”, we could very well be imprisoned for quite a while. To no avail. My wife’s mother was tired and it wasn’t her habit to go down there so soon. It would be too cold (even though the house is centrally heated). Go figure.

And so now, a month later, here we are, still in Paris, filling out our little permission slips to go outside for an hour, without sitting on a bench to take a little sun (we’ve had exceptional weather), to go for groceries or whatnot. My wife takes the bus two or three times a week (sometimes more) to her mother’s place to make sure she has stuff to eat, clean up, cook a meal, and continually explain how to use her computer or cell phone or tv or portable radio. Since she can’t see the buttons, it’s no surprise.

I finally got fed up with my wife’s gracious patience, called my doctor for an appointment, and explained the situation, asking him if he could write a medical “exception” and let us take “la veille bique” down south (and escape Paris). He explained that she would have to make that demand herself. Reporting back to my wife, she hesitated for another week or so, then finally, finally explained to her mother that it was either now or never if she wanted to go down south at all because no one knew when they were going to lift the lockdown or maybe even restrict it more.

The results? We finally got her mother to agree to a consultation with my doctor, but sometime in ten days or so (can’t remember the exact date). By then, who knows if we’ll be able to rent a car to get down there. Or if the restrictions on movement will be more severe.

I’m going crazy.

As for all the other stuff about “flattening the curve” or “herding” or whatever, I couldn’t care less. So-called information these days is where one wants to find it. You can believe in any number of scenarios. It’s a Gates takeover of the world. It’s the incompetence and corruption of the health authorities. It’s nothing more than the flu. Or any of the other theories floating around the internet. Take your pick, choose your “Blindness” (Jose Saramago). Either way you lose.

Things have got to change.

Some Thoughts on Nationalism

31 mar 2002

Paris

 

Relunctantly accepting that we won’t be going anywhere until the end of April has lowered my frustration to a more or less acceptable level. Kind of. At least for this morning. Scanning the internet, I came across an article by Lee Camp on Mint Press News that talks about nationalism, a topic I consider controversial in that there are so many various definitions about it. Here are two paragraphs that stood out for me:

 

What if we decided there were no nations but instead the working people of the world were one group and the corporate owners of the world were another group. If humans were divvied up that way instead, the working people of China would be able to help the working people of Italy or America and vice versa without nationalistic propaganda. (Of course this raises other problems such as that the corporate owners would certainly hoard all the ventilators since they are generally sociopaths.)

But we are subliminally told by our mainstream media never to side with the people of another nation. First and foremost care about America. Yet in reality, if we free our minds beyond the mental prison of toxic nationalism, do any of us have anything against a shoe salesman in China or a garbage man in Cuba? I seriously doubt it. You’re not at war with that shoe salesman. You don’t have any reason to hate him or even wish him ill will. So truthfully the extremely rich of the world are at war with each other while 99% of the various populations are along for the ride – some knowingly and some blissfully unaware.

 

While I don’t agree with everything here, it brought back to mind an anecdote which I noted somewhere earlier on the blog. Back in the fifties, my father and I were torching an infestation of tent caterpillars in one of our pear trees, when I asked him why a Russian farmer would want to fight with an American farmer? He said something about them being Communists, while giving me a menacing look, as if I was asking something absolutely taboo, unspeakable (at least for our family). For me, it wasn’t a satisfying anwser, but I had learned, from the end of a wooden yardstick or a belt on my bare butt, that arguing (or trying to discuss) with my father was out of the question. And I commented sometime later, that we may live in a democracy, but that I lived in a communist household, which got me sent from the dinner table to my bedroom.

 

In any case, Camp sounds like he’s channeling Lennon’s “Imagine” in his piece and, while I generally tend to agree with Camp and Lennon, I think nationalism has been unfairly painted with with too large a brush. Here, I refer to Dmitry Orlov:

 

Patriotism is one’s love of one’s native land and people. It is a natural, organic result of growing up in a certain place among a certain people, who have also grown up there, and who pass along a cultural and linguistic legacy that they all love and cherish. This does not imply that those not of one’s family, neighborhood or region are in any way inferior, but they are not one’s own, and one loves them less.

• Nationalism is a synthetic product generated using public education and is centered around certain hollow symbols: a flag, an anthem, some yellowed pieces of paper, a few creation myths and so on. It is supported by certain rituals (parades, speeches, handing out of medals) that comprise a civic cult. The purpose of nationalism is to support the nation-state. Where nationalism serves the needs of one’s native land and people, nationalism and patriotism become aligned; when it destroys them, nationalism becomes the enemy and patriots form partisan movements, rise up and destroy the nation-state.

• Fascism is the perfect melding of the nation-state and corporations, in the course of which the distinction between public and private interests becomes erased and corporations come to dictate public policy. An almost perfect expression of fascism is the recent transatlantic and transpacific trade agreements negotiated in secret by the Obama administration, which at the moment, to everyone’s great relief, seem to be dead in the water. – Dmitry Orlov, Firing the Elites.

 

What I think is important here is his definition of nationalism. Read it closely. He says it’s a double-edged sword. When it’s synthetic and destroys the natural sense of loving and caring for ones neighbours, it can be destructive of the ties that bind. When nationalism and his definition of patriotism coincide, there’s a natural harmony.

 

I don’t think Orlov is defending national borders, per se, as they are relatively arbitrary lines on a piece of paper, decided by people who have no (or little) connection to those living within the confines of said borders. What he’s saying is that there is a natural, organic means of establishing connections with our neighbors that shouldn’t be defined by people who aren’t there and have no connection with the intricacies of living together, or who attempt to pit one against the other for their personal means.

 

But there’s a problem. We now have national borders, whether or not we agree to them (see the Middle East, the Balkans for example). But we also have something else, the European Union, a kind of hybrid definition of national borders and this something else, defined by Brussels, is a supra-government that seems to have no interests other than maintaining itself and its huge bureaucracy, and serves no purpose other than to bow to the diktats of the multinationals. Regardless of borders. So we have so-called independent countries subsumed into something of an alliance that leaves them relatively little autonomy.

 

Speaking of autonomy brings me to the question of the Euro. Remember Greece, and all that entailed? A perfect example of the hypocrisy of “European Solidarity” as a few big banks literally stole the country. As to the Greeks themselves, Fuck ’em. Reminds me of when my wife and I spent a fair number of summers in southern Italy, Calabria, refurbishing her sailboat. People there were not fond of the Euro, either, since prices basically doubled overnight, while their salaries stagnated. No wonder it was pretty much a cash economy. Of course the rich became richer, siphoning EU subsidies into their own pockets. “And so it goes” …

 

The term “nationalism” (like so many others, “populism”, for example) has been redefined these days to imply stuff like Nazism, racism. All negative, when, according to Orlov, it isn’t necessarily the case. It can be either/or, depending on the circumstances.

 

Towards the end of his article, Camp writes:

During this partial collapse, new structures could emerge if we break out of our antiquated thought prisons. Right now is not about nations or fences or political parties. It’s about you, and me, and our neighbors, and our friends, and our shared humanity.

 

From my point of view, yes, “breaking out of our thought prisons” is a great idea. But I think it should be at home, in each of our countries, reclaiming national autonomy, cleaning house locally, chasing the multinationals (who have no real home) from the corridors of power, and let the people decide what they want to do. It’ll probably be a lot better than what we have now.

Fada!

Paris 4 avril 2020

Glorious weather and we’re locked down but for going out for groceries. Can’t sit on a bench, can’t take the sun. People are suspicious of those, like me, who don’t wear some sort of mask. I should probably try to find one of those “V” (Guy Fawlkes) masks that the movie made so famous.

Corona this, corona that. The panic (manufactured) over a virulent (?) flu is truly amazing to behold. Some 80,000 died of the “normal” flu during 2018 in the US alone. But who really knows? That figure comes from the CDC, whose numbers are dodgy, at best. It’s just another government service “in service” to Big Business, and I hope that more and more people would recognise that. But I rather doubt it.

This whole thing is a manufactured crisis, much like Pearl Harbor and 11 sept. A test to see just how far our “authorities” can extend their powers without being totally disbelieved. Or, if they are disbelieved, call in the armed forces. It really is astounding to watch. I never thought I’d live to see such a cowering in the face of so much incompetence, so much corrutpion. These people, our supposedly elected representatives, have no idea how to frame their responses. A friend of mine sent me this:

Fernandel, a much beloved figure of French cinema is saying:

“7 March Macron tells us to go outside. The 12^th he tells us to stay inside. The 14^th he tells us to vote. The 16^th he tells us to go back to work. Here, we call that person “crazy”.

Yes, it’s a joke, but it’s true. These people have no idea what they’re doing because they have no moral foundation. They have to wait until their corporate masters have come up with a plan to calm (confine) the population and to make a profit. That’s it, pure and simple.

Some Thoughts on Nationalism

31 mar 2002

Paris

Reluctantly accepting that we won’t be going anywhere until the end of April has lowered my frustration to a more or less acceptable level. Kind of. At least for this morning. Scanning the internet, I came across an article by Lee Camp on Mint Press News that talks about nationalism, a topic I consider controversial in that there are so many various definitions about it. Here are two paragraphs that stood out for me:

What if we decided there were no nations but instead the working people of the world were one group and the corporate owners of the world were another group. If humans were divvied up that way instead, the working people of China would be able to help the working people of Italy or America and vice versa without nationalistic propaganda. (Of course this raises other problems such as that the corporate owners would certainly hoard all the ventilators since they are generally sociopaths.)

But we are subliminally told by our mainstream media never to side with the people of another nation. First and foremost care about America. Yet in reality, if we free our minds beyond the mental prison of toxic nationalism, do any of us have anything against a shoe salesman in China or a garbage man in Cuba? I seriously doubt it. You’re not at war with that shoe salesman. You don’t have any reason to hate him or even wish him ill will. So truthfully the extremely rich of the world are at war with each other while 99% of the various populations are along for the ride – some knowingly and some blissfully unaware.

While I don’t agree with everything here, it brought back to mind an anecdote which I noted somewhere earlier on the blog. Back in the fifties, my father and I were torching an infestation of tent caterpillars in one of our pear trees, when I asked him why a Russian farmer would want to fight with an American farmer? He said something about them being Communists, while giving me a menacing look, as if I was asking something absolutely taboo, unspeakable (at least for our family). For me, it wasn’t a satisfying anwser, but I had learned, from the end of a wooden yardstick or a belt on my bare butt, that arguing (or trying to discuss) with my father was out of the question. And I commented sometime later, that we may live in a democracy, but that I lived in a communist household, which got me sent from the dinner table to my bedroom.

In any case, Camp sounds like he’s channeling Lennon’s “Imagine” in his piece and, while I generally tend to agree with Camp and Lennon, I think nationalism has been unfairly painted with with too large a brush. Here, I refer to Dmitry Orlov:

Patriotism is one’s love of one’s native land and people. It is a natural, organic result of growing up in a certain place among a certain people, who have also grown up there, and who pass along a cultural and linguistic legacy that they all love and cherish. This does not imply that those not of one’s family, neighborhood or region are in any way inferior, but they are not one’s own, and one loves them less.

• Nationalism is a synthetic product generated using public education and is centered around certain hollow symbols: a flag, an anthem, some yellowed pieces of paper, a few creation myths and so on. It is supported by certain rituals (parades, speeches, handing out of medals) that comprise a civic cult. The purpose of nationalism is to support the nation-state. Where nationalism serves the needs of one’s native land and people, nationalism and patriotism become aligned; when it destroys them, nationalism becomes the enemy and patriots form partisan movements, rise up and destroy the nation-state.

• Fascism is the perfect melding of the nation-state and corporations, in the course of which the distinction between public and private interests becomes erased and corporations come to dictate public policy. An almost perfect expression of fascism is the recent transatlantic and transpacific trade agreements negotiated in secret by the Obama administration, which at the moment, to everyone’s great relief, seem to be dead in the water. – Dmitry Orlov, Firing the Elites.

What I think is important here is his definition of nationalism. Read it closely. He says it’s a double-edged sword. When it’s synthetic and destroys the natural sense of loving and caring for ones neighbours, it can be destructive of the ties that bind. When nationalism and his definition of patriotism coincide, there’s a natural harmony.

I don’t think Orlov is defending national borders, per se, as they are relatively arbitrary lines on a piece of paper, decided by people who have no (or little) connection to those living within the confines of said borders. What he’s saying is that there is a natural, organic means of establishing connections with our neighbors that shouldn’t be defined by people who aren’t there and have no connection with the intricacies of living together, or who attempt to pit one against the other for their personal means.

But there’s a problem. We now have national borders, whether or not we agree to them (see the Middle East, the Balkans for example). But we also have something else, the European Union, a kind of hybrid definition of national borders and this something else, defined by Brussels, is a supra-government that seems to have no interests other than maintaining itself and its huge bureaucracy, and serves no purpose other than to bow to the diktats of the multinationals. Regardless of borders. So we have so-called independent countries subsumed into something of an alliance that leaves them relatively little autonomy.

Speaking of autonomy brings me to the question of the Euro. Remember Greece, and all that entailed? A perfect example of the hypocrisy of “European Solidarity” as a few big banks literally stole the country. As to the Greeks themselves, Fuck ’em. Reminds me of when my wife and I spent a fair number of summers in southern Italy, Calabria, refurbishing her sailboat. People there were not fond of the Euro, either, since prices basically doubled overnight, while their salaries stagnated. No wonder it was pretty much a cash economy. Of course the rich became richer, siphoning EU subsidies into their own pockets. “And so it goes” …

The term “nationalism” (like so many others, “populism”, for example) has been redefined these days to imply stuff like Nazism, racism. All negative, when, according to Orlov, it isn’t necessarily the case. It can be either/or, depending on the circumstances.

Towards the end of his article, Camp writes:

During this partial collapse, new structures could emerge if we break out of our antiquated thought prisons. Right now is not about nations or fences or political parties. It’s about you, and me, and our neighbors, and our friends, and our shared humanity.

From my point of view, yes, “breaking out of our thought prisons” is a great idea. But I think it should at home, in each of our countries, reclaiming national autonomy, cleaning house locally, chasing the multinationals (who have no real home) from the corridors of power, and let the people decide what they want to do. It’ll probably be a lot better than what we have now.