We got Bret Weinstein. We need Michael Collins.
By JMDA
A WAR OF OCCUPATION can manifest in two distinct forms: externally, through the imposition of colonialism, where a foreign power seeks to dominate, exploit, and subjugate a nation or people for its own benefit; and internally, through the rise of a so-called 'Deep State,' an entrenched and unaccountable network of bureaucrats, political insiders, and elites who manipulate the systems of governance to maintain control and further their own interests at the expense of the public good. Both forms of occupation serve to undermine sovereignty and perpetuate a cycle of domination, but while colonialism is overt and enforced through foreign rule, the Deep State operates in the shadows, eroding democracy from within.
WE KEEP KICKING the problem down the road, don't we, even when it's happening all around us and rising; even when we can't get out of the way, or out of our own way.
I’m not talking about the election (the bad guys will win, count on it). The sheer breadth of evil operating behind the scenes should have been more than enough to convince us long ago that these people - as the killshots prove - mean murder and mayhem on a gigantic scale plotted well in advance (i.e., they’re playing for keeps and leaving nothing to chance, including elections).
In contrast to the dire threat they represent, consider what fools we are to think a few articulate souls on Social Media/X have any sway over anything even remotely useful beyond providing another angle or new information on the same burning heap of garbage; or that we, by adding our own pinch to the fire, can expect to make a shade of difference.
I’VE SAID IT before. Beginning with COVID's dark emergence, the architects of doom told us who they are (Satan's shock troops), what they want (world control and global depopulation), and how far they are willing to go to get it (absolute tyranny by any means necessary), and still we amuse ourselves by jumping on the latest real-time discoveries of their crimes and cover-ups, when the implication (on auto-repeat) couldn't be any more sinister: once free of restraints keeping things in marginal check, expect Hell to boil over.
We’re in a serious pickle, alright, but the real problem, if you haven’t guessed it — is us … speaking of the massive fuster-cluck we find ourselves in as both victim and passive witness to the greatest coordinated act of Evil in human history. I mean, just the lack of any pushback by even a fraction of the population against this relatively small group of evil-doers given what's already happened, what's at stake, and what we can reasonably expect is coming for us after the next steal … is shocking.
I don't know how else to describe it: something higher and greater than ourselves has gone out of us and something meaner and selfish replaced it. Somehow, the human connection between incoming danger and the knee-jerk alert to respond has been smothered, or amputated. We don't act. We don't really function. We exist. Barely. Flooding our senses, eating our fill, posting updates, running out of time, self, and increasingly for many, money.
How to say it? We want titillation not motivation, and for reasons to remain controlled exactly where we are — even with everything on the line.
I LIKE BRET Weinstein, he speaks well and makes a lot of sense. But to be fair, I don't need constant updating on the different aspects of catastrophic failure related to the sinking of a new Titanic.
I mean, we get it, the ship we’re on is sliding under the drink and there aren’t enough lifeboats to go around. And to be fair to Bret, the same criticism applies to everyone else, from Tucker to (name your favorite paytriot here). Yes, it is their actual business model to profit off of our morbid curiosity, and all the usual suspects are making bank keeping eyeballs on the swirling drain, but such a tragic miscalculation on such a cosmic scale, and at such a time as this?
Beyond epic — failure, I mean.
Anyway, it does and doesn’t explain the agonizing piece missing from all of this. You know, the one where people talk candidly about what’s really going on and what to do about it? We’ve never actually had the discussion in any open forum I can think of because we all dipped after the same siren call to get on and stay on the gerbil wheel feedback loop (SM/X) to avoid any careless moves that might end up sucking us into another Jan 6.
And yet the conversation has to be had, one way or another, either as a way of heralding what should be palpable grief for letting ourselves and everyone else down out of fear of reprisal (isn’t that it?), or as an epithet for the future fallen.
And where Mr. Weinstein as much as anyone is a keen observer of the ground opening up under our feet (I liken him to a waiter in a way station who keeps plying you with drinks until your connecting flight arrives … which never comes), his role is a testament to the same contributing factors that keep us sitting in our chairs.
MICHAEL COLLINS, THE famous Irish revolutionary of early last century, like all men indelibly linked to a cause, recognized his enemy (England) and that only taking desperate action would shift the balance of power and set Ireland free.
Michael didn’t go from pub to pub to fan the flames of existing anti-crown sentiment but to assemble the means needed to douse the fires of colonialism once and for all. As you should know, the history of the Catholic Irish under British rule proved to be about as tenable as slow torture (which it was): the thing had to be removed. And to the degree Collins succeeded was due in large part to his accepting reality on its own terms: England was an evil occupier; the fight had largely been one sided; and the vulnerabilities of the enemy, if and when exploited by master stealthmen capable of extreme violence on demand, might very well knock the bastards back on their heels.
He was right. IRA guerilla tactics prevailed. England blinked. Ireland became a Republic. Collins was assassinated as a scapegoat for signing Ireland to a peace treaty that didn’t go far enough. The ‘Troubles’ would continue for most of the 20th century, but the colonial tide would indeed eventually turn.
TRUTH BE TOLD, we are now living in low-energy maintenance or acceptance mode, a form of fear-soaked, psychological defeat and retreat before powers capable of every possible evil, that we can’t help but intrinsically identify and want to hide from.
Instead of allowing for natural outrage in response to a bevy of State authored crimes against the American people (including treason and mass-murder by jab) to rise of its own righteous accord, those of us bitten by the online bug instead chose the path of least resistance — Social Media — to alleviate our fears with others similarly motivated by non-engagement, choosing the warm balm of hearts and RTs over organized dissent. But in succumbing to the temptation of easy discourse without risk we fell prey to the very same technology that made the compromise so attractive in the first place.
Consequently, the battle for Free Speech isn’t quite what it seems. The majority of censorship is now algo driven by the same SM sites (X, famously) we lemmings migrated to for safe harbor. In reality, the very act of submitting to Corporate power (X, again) is a far more destructive act of (self-)censorship than any objective external force on its own because using X or any other platform requires us to relinquish our personal autonomy at the door.
HOWEVER INTERMEDIATE THE outcomes of his brazen efforts, Michael Collins did an extraordinary thing: hugging tightly the hearts and minds of an Irish population under siege by so detestable a giant, he made the butcher’s apron dance to Ireland’s tune, persuading no less an unyielding oak than Winston Churchill to cede ground on the matter.
That’s what happens when the tables are turned on the wicked and resistance becomes direct and personal. The willingness to act in defense of freedom is where the roots of honor thicken and shoots of victory pierce trampled ground. Conversely, clinging to our screens instead of rising to confront a genocidal tyranny is where life ends.
I’m not suggesting violence is the answer (although I believe it’s inevitable), but continuing to do nothing — like the fictional thinking that sates the coward, only to leave him bloated with self-loathing — condemns us all.
JMDA
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As always, you hit the problem right on the nose. Good article. Your frustration and grief really come thru. Know you’re not alone.