Truth Against the World

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Hopless Messicus

What does it mean to prepare for the collapse of our petroleum laced convenience anti-culture? The easy answer is to learn how to grow your own food, but that's too easy. Growing food isn't easy but that answer is. "Ohh, just learn how to grow your own food, that will prepare you for the end of petroleum!!" Now walk out into your yard (which is probably surrounded by zombies) scratch the sod off and plant some seeds. Wa la...or as Merlin might say, "hockity pockity wockity wack." Now just go back into the house and turn the television back on secure in the knowledge that food is on the way. Well you might want to make sure that you have at least planted something that is going to yield a lot of taters. Now all we have to do is get everybody in this anti-culture to start planting taters in their yards and we'll all make it...won't we?

While the taters are growing, let's look at a few more items of concern for our petroleum people in this petroleum society which is made possible by...well...petroleum...and corn. The reality is that we have become fat and gooey in our air conditioning. About those taters that we just planted. It's wonderful that we don't have to worry about such things as colorado potato beetles or any of those other pesky pest insects. Let's not forget a few other factors we would have to worry about if it were not for technotriumphalism. Factors such as the unknown affect of GMO's on humanity, migrating insects that are in the wrong place at the wrong time due to the changing biosphere, or soil that looks more like the wore out innards of an elder prostitute. If it were not for those scientists out there pounding the "manipulating physical reality with cute gadget" pavement, we would have to worry about subjects like the laws of thermodynamics and biology.

Did you hear that ding? It was the sound of the potato that just got cooked in the ground. Thanks to nuclear power plants that are just leaking radioactive shit to beat the band out there in Aikido land, we no longer need microwaves to nuke what little bit of nutrition was left out of them taters. Now our genetically modified tater chips can add some nice radiation to our diet. Who needs radiation therapy any longer when you can just buy it for .99 cents at your local convenience store, and with free monosodium glutamate. Wait...but isn't that fighting the cancer causing agents with cancer? Okay, I'm confused.'s a good damn thing that high fructose petroleum sugar green guilt gulp drinks are so cheap. If they weren't so cheap, I might have to drink that even cheaper rain water complete with every fucking toxin you care to guess at. You know the space brother's are close when the rain water ain't fit for human consumption and we've got zombies chewin' each other's faces off on the side of the interstate due to "bath salts." Whatever the fuck that that the slash and burn Walmart Meth that's causing all of these zombies? Is it true that people go to Walmart and gain everything they need to manufacture meth while there? And is it true that they even make the meth there and then use it and leave? I heard that was true.

Our world has past the point where fiction can go. Orwell and Huxely didn't even envision zombies chewin' each other's faces off as least not to my knowledge. Is this really reality now? I heard another story that broke my heart the other day. I heard that if you go to jail your gettin' strip searched. Better not go to jail for any reason. It's a good thing that the police can't just pull you over for no reason and then take you to jail because you are suspiciously acting suspicious. It's also great news that the federal government can't show up and take you away for doing nothing wrong. you can get pulled over by the law for no reason and then never be seen or heard from again? It's a good thing I don't have a job to drive to, or I might have to put myself at risk of never being heard from again for no reason. I guess it really doesn't matter because just being alive gives you cancer these days. What a fucked up prize to inherit. It's a wonder I'm not a pessimist, or facetious for that matter.

We need to learn to let go as a species, and I'm not talking about Buddhism here either. I'm talking about learning to let go of the leisure we have all grown accustomed to for the last 100 years or so. I suppose the "middle class" didn't exist until after the second world war. That means this illusion we have been living in has only existed, this time around at least, for roughly 70 years (there's always the possibility that technologically advanced civilizations existed on Earth and vanished with no Atlantis). Everything we know as normal about society these days ain't even old enough to have died from old age yet. It's gettin' there though isn't it? Think of all of the things about our technopoly that we take for granted every second of every day. Drinkable running water (you won't die from a waterborne pathogen at least), electrical outlets, personal motorized transport, food that magically appears sterilized in grocery stores, climate control, free entertainment at your command, telecommunication technology. I could go on, but I've gone on long enough.

Knowing all of the above, who would remain optimistic about our future? Or as Archimedes might say, "Whoooo...I'ddd like to know Whoooo" (I've been brainwashing my son and I with Disney's Sword in the Stone"). My wife has baby fever now that my son's learning to use the potty. I'd love to have another child for many reasons. However...see above. The world is a clusterfuck and the prognosis is continual clusterfuck status for the next 100 years or so, and that's being optimistic. If we are to listen to magi's such as John Michael Greer, then we've got another 300 years before something like a steady state world will exist. That's 300 years of worse than the year before, for members of civilizations at least. I keep thinking that I need to inject some hope into this blog, but I can't seem to stop paying attention to reality. I feel like a fraud when I try to muster up some happy shit to say about the future.

I'm marinating in a permaculture tribe right now. I'm making connections with real people in person. The only problem is that I have to drive 70 miles to participate. I have to go up the mountain. How am I supposed to do this where I'm at? There's nothing but zombies out there...chewing each other's fucking faces off. They don't even have the decency to do it in private. That's the reality that I'm supposed to fight with optimism. I'm supposed to start my own tribe here in Stupidville, where they water their plants with electrolytes and they can't figure out why they won't grow. Where they think their vote for president counts and Coca Cola is good for them when they are sick. They go to the Dollar General to buy their sustenance for cryin' out loud. Let's not forget the shit house rat crazy southern baptists Christians that are the majority. These are people who like to spend their time exercisin' demon's in retard tongue. They don't have to worry themselves with reality because Chebus is coming to save them. It's enough to make a grown man cry. A majority class of people who never left their childhood.

I want so badly to believe that the 100th monkey is going to arrive for humanity before it's too late. Yet I know that it's already to late. What do you do when hope becomes gossamer delusion? Sometimes sadness is appropriate and healthy, and our society is a sad mess. There's a very real human drive inside of me to do something about this fucked up prognosis. I am doing something about it, but men can't be islands unto themselves. So I want to get on with it. The shit has already hit the fan but society is to anesthetized on stupid and ignorant to notice or give a shit. How am I supposed to grow a tribe in Stupidville? I can't leave because leaving takes letting go of any sense of stability on my families part. My wife and I fantasize about becoming gypsies, but it's just fantasies. This is where learning to live in the moment comes in handy. Much past the present moment and your just trying to kick water up hill. Why do we insist on trying to kick water up hill on our way to Hopeless Messicus?  I'd like to know. 


William Hunter Duncan said...

So become the gypsies then. Or, are you establishing a model, for those in stupidville around you? which is it? Stability isn't anything but a state of mind, and I've got the inkling, just like you, that a whole lot of people are going to find out, perhaps soon, that's all it is. Yeah, people are eating other people. What do you expect? There are no conceivable limits in this culture. And most of it, probably, possibly, will be lost. So let it go and this life. And give her a baby, if that's what she wants, and grow as much food as you can...or make a commitment to move on from where you are. And most of all, get grounded in your self. What sort of man do you suppose, is most adaptable, to the coming changes?

Luciddreams said...

I'm trying to establish a model. It would just be nice to not have to try and reinvent the cultural wheel. It would be nice to have a culture. Cultures are the product of takes generations. Permaculture is mostly just unearthing and remembering the way things were done to establish a lasting humanity in harmony with nature. Being human is a lost art. We have been raised to be cyborgs.

Luciddreams said...

WHD said: "What sort of man do you suppose, is most adaptable, to the coming changes?"

I agree with you. I know what kind of man will be most adaptable, and I'm doing everything I know how to do to become that man. Having family makes it a bit more difficult. If I was a free agent I would live out of a least the superhero me would. I had the chance to go into the wild so to speak. I made the right decision by not doing that...even Alexander Supertramp tried to come back to society.

It's just a different layer when I have to consider my wife and child and what's best for them. I can't make them be ready to walk away...and to walk away to what? Mexico? There is no escaping the consumer madness, not until it all comes crashing down at least.

This blog was just more venting...more dealing with the stages of grief on my part. I don't mean to spread depression, but I have a suspicion that people are feeling the same as I. It always feels good to know that you're not alone. I just can't get over the face eating makes me question whether or not I'm actually awake. Like I've died and I'm trying to figure it out. Is this what happens when you figure out that you are going to die?

William Hunter Duncan said...

I think a lot of people are feeling the way you are, facing the increasing cultural madness - which is only going to get worse - probably much worse. What were we talking about last June? The Arab spring. What are we talking about now? Global economic oblivion and zombie apocalypse. As for mortality, there isn't anything pleasant about the process of awakening to one's own inevitable death. That's one of many aspects about life one must wake up to, if one is to be truly alive. Those truly alive to the earth and awake to the predicament we face are most adaptable to change. Just like JMG alludes to, look to the core of one's being to find one's center, the axis mundi around which one revolves, for strength and true power.

As for letting go of place, I think there is probably an excellent opportunity for people to travel from small farm to small farm, to help with labor. Such farms are always in need of help. There are surely apprenticeships. It would be a radically simplified life, hard esp. with a young child (and maybe two), but it might be deeply gratifying. I'm not saying that's what you should to, just be open to all possibilities, and consider, the earth is pregnant with possibility.

Alexander Supertramp died because he ate potato seeds, which he never would have done had he known anything about the Nightshade family. Died just about the worst kind of death imaginable - starvation, because those seeds made him incapable of digesting anything. That is a fate we have set for ourselves, wringing our sustenance from the soil industrially, chemically, most of the raw material inedible in it's natural state. Now mix deep physical hunger, into the psyche of a hyper-individualized people cognitively separate from the earth and each other, accustomed to consuming pretty much whatever they want, when they want it. How dependent are we on the Euro, on the Saudi Monarchy? On the oil industry?

I'm not sugar coating. I'm not hysterical about it either. That is a reality we potentially face, and there's no sense in hiding from it. Your responsibility to yourself and your loved ones is the same it has always been, in every age, going back at least 200,000 years. We made it this far. There will be a 2013.

Luciddreams said...

I'm pretty ready for the gypsy lifestyle, but I've never really lived it it's just a prediction for me to say that. The idea of not having the ability to have too many physical possessions around is very appealing to me. If homes are one thing it's a place to go and get shit to bring back. How does that life with a child work? I have no idea. Would it be better? precedent. In many ways it seems like the next logical step for the path we are on.

However I'm married, and so that means two paths that have to parallel each other to a large extent. Plus my son has his path which we are solely responsible for until he hits the age of reason at least. Family makes it difficult to live from day to day. After all, there is a good reason why monks are celibate. Not saying it can't be done, just saying it requires a true north to navigate by.