At the Crossroads

Things we’ve been told are true and cannot be questioned:
The solution to drug addiction and mental illness is free housing.Homeless housing cannot be a Quonset hut. It must cost $500K per unit.
Looting is speech.
Not putting handcuffs on black people will lead to better outcomes for the black community.
State mandated inactivity will protect you from the Wuhan virus.
Every infectious disease from Lyme to Ebola is named for its geographic origin, but Wuhan must be called Covid, because racism.
Also, disagreeing with the CCP is racist.
Disagreeing with the diktats of corporations wishing to do business with the CCP…extra racist.
You can catch the Wuhan virus walking by yourself outdoors in the sunshine without a mask.
You can catch it from door knobs. Everything must be de-sanitized multiple times a day.
Everyone must stand six feet apart, masked and mute. No large public gatherings.
Unless it’s a BLM rally. Or looting. Then the science doesn’t apply.
The first cases emerged from inside the Wuhan Institute of Virology, but a lab leak hypothesis is a conspiracy theory.
Only crazy Trump people would say such a thing. De-platform them all.
Dr. Fauci would never fund gain-of-function research at the Wuhan lab.
Okay, so he did. It would have been a “dereliction of duty” to have not done so.
But Ivermectin is unsafe as a prophylaxis against Wuhan.
If you say otherwise in Senate testimony YouTube will de-platform you. Because Merck.
The limits of free speech should be proscribed by organizations and unelected bodies outside U.S soil.  Also, corporations.
Merck administered 4 billion doses of Ivermectin globally while under patent. Now in the public domain, it is ‘unsafe’.
Taiwan is not a nation but a rogue province of China.
Just ask John Cena.

A little something YouTube will not be taking down.
They’re the experts on truth. Not you.

This diminution of citizenship has crept up on us quickly, if imperceptibly. Our willingness to defer to authority for the benefit of all has been weaponized by forces that recognize no limiting principle. Ask yourself: why are you being told to apologize all the time now? Why are the parameters of acceptable speech disqualifying what was the majority opinion day before yesterday? Who is doing this? Why have we ceded that authority? The slippery slope pundits referenced when American politics was vanilla and operated within recognizable 20 yard lines? Yeah, that’s gone now. We’re at the bottom of the ice crevice, with a bump on our head, looking up at a sliver of sky, but we can’t find purchase.  The only way out is through.

What does “through” mean, in this post-Constitutional moment? I’m not sure. The picture at the top of the page I took in Mendocino county, walking near the Eel River on a road with less than hundred people in an area as large as the San Fernando Valley. This Little Free Library stood at a crossroads between the river and a field, an artifact of Jeffersonian America.  I thought of all the Little Free Libraries around Los Angeles, and the universal desire to share knowledge with strangers.  Therein perhaps is a path forward. To be anti-fragile as a nation begins with personal anti-fragility.  Thinking for oneself, the way the Founders intended. De-coupling one’s understanding of Truth from one’s curated feed. Of no longer being a prisoner to an algorithm.  Returning to paper, if you will.

6 thoughts on “At the Crossroads”

  1. John Cena used to date my roommate’s cousin. She was a pro wrestler like him, with a reality TV show. He would pick up my roommate in his murdered-out Ferrari 550 or 575. I don’t remember which one it was, just that all of it was black other than the yellow Ferrari prancing horse stickers on the front fenders. They’d be headed to Tower 21, where John’s red-velvet-rope-segregated table awaited. Cena complained that people stared. There was obviously little point in explaining to him that he could escape the rubber-neckers if he drove a Ford F-150 Raptor or BMW M3 like dozens of other Pacific Beach meat-heads who looked exactly like him instead of driving a ghetto-fabulous Ferrari to a roped off table, but I still never thought little enough of him to think he’d lick Ji Xinping’s balls the same way Lebron James or Joe Biden would.

    1. Our new post-American order is defined not by rules but by exceptions doled out as a reward for affirming ever evolving diktats.

  2. Hi,

    It’s funny to see someone say “detach from your curated feed” while repeating the same curated stream of idiotic things found on brainworm that everyone else says. What makes you think you’re “free” from it all? Because you took a trip to Mendo?

    Congratulations on knocking down those straw men.

    Be well,

    1. What is “brainworm”? “Brainwormsoup” is a defunct Instagram account, and takes me to Lipton Recipe Secrets.

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