Our society has become too comfortable. We talk about being outside our “comfort zone”, having “comfort food” and feeling the comfort of familiar surroundings. While I have no doubt that people mean these things when they say them, I think that the constant desire to seek these things makes us weak.
Steel is forged in fire, not in a Lazy-Boy recliner in front of the TV. We are our scars, be them emotional or physical. I’m proud of the hardships I have gone through; they have made me what I am today. I don’t have a “comfort zone”, I have an ability to make myself comfortable whatever situation I’m in. I don’t have “comfort food”, I eat to live, I don’t live to eat. Sure I like to be home and veg out in front of the TV from time to time but I’m more alive when I’m at work, in the field, in another country than I am in front of the idiot tube.
If you force yourself to partake in as many unfamiliar things as you can, you will discover that you don’t have to seek a “comfort zone”, you carry your own internally. You become adaptable to almost any situation. If you are in the safety of your home and something bad happens, you are not frozen in fear or because of the dramatic change that has just happened, you are ready to deal with whatever happens.
Our country has become too comfortable which translates into a country of lazy ass, whining, hypochondriacs that tremble in fear at the thought of coming in contract with a germ and carry bottles of sanitizing liquids in the pockets. A country that has given up freedom in the quest for security from a tyrannical government. A country that believes the propaganda that comes out of TV because to believe otherwise would make them too, well, uncomfortable.
Like I said in my earlier posting about the movie, “The Matrix”. I took the red pill, I see what is going on. I see the stupidity of the sheeple in their stampede to buy the newest, latest, greatest shiny piece of shit that has come on the market. They are comfortable with their gadgets, it makes them happy and content. Fuck them.
We have a country of weak, scared, comfort seeking sheep that run to the doctor at the first sign of a sniffle, put prescription chemicals in their bodies to try and reverse what it has taken them decades to fuck up and are lead by the nose by the news media and entertainment industry to buy more, spend more, buy bigger and work extra time to get more money to do it all again.
I wish I could offer some words of hope for our future. I wish I had some brilliant ideas for what to do but I don’t. I don’t see it getting any better and I don’t see how we can turn it around.
The only thing I can do is to try and spread the word, try to convert some of the sheeple into wolves. Protect my family and prepare them for what is coming. I can, and do, network with others of like minds.
Our greatest hope is that after the collapse comes, and its coming, whatever and whomever is left will be tempered by that fire and conflict. We will be left with, if not a nation at least groups of harden, freedom loving people. Out of the ashes (thanks Bill J. RIP), a country of true warriors will emerge.
I don’t know about you but I plan on being one of them or die trying.
Randal
