This whole thing reminds me of a song written by Soundgarden for the Lost Generation….
When new damage comes
It’s a faceless poison
A new world order
It’s new damage done
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
Get out, yeah
When new damage comes
It’s a new word for plague
A new world order
A new word for hate
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
Get out, yeah, before you drown
Get out, get out, oh yeah
When new damage comes
It’s a new word for plague
A new world order
A new word for hate
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown
Get out, yeah, before you drown
Before you drown, drown, drown
Get out, before you drown
Get out, before you drown
Before you drown
Before, before you drown
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Great song and album. I already got out. Some think I’m crazy, but I don’t see how getting out is any riskier than staying in. Change is inevitable and people are just living in a pipe dream of the past.
The trimtab principle: Trimtabs are small steering devices used on ships and airplanes which demonstrate how relatively small amounts of leverage, energy, and resources strategically applied at the right time and place can produce maximum advantageous change.
https://secure.ronpaul2012.com/?sr=23-1020
As John Robb said here: http://globalguerrillas.typepad.com/globalguerrillas/2011/10/journal-why-the-us-middle-class-is-broken.html
And as has been discussed to death here, der system ist kaput. Get out, stay out – and concentrate your creative genius on building something real, something local, and something of value.
http://howtosavetheworld.ca/2011/07/19/liberation-from-civilization/
I feel for that reason ambivalent about liberating myself from civilization. I have become dependent on it. For most of my life I felt it treated me pretty well. Or maybe not — maybe it was just, like an abusive spouse, psychopathically clever at convincing me it was good for me. Part of me says liberation is scary. Not ready to change yet.
But the other part of me, responding to Gaia’s quiet and unwavering voice, cries out for liberation. I long to be feral. As anarchist writer Wolfi Landstreicher wrote:
In a very general way, we know what we want. We want to live as wild, free beings in a world of wild, free beings. The humiliation of having to follow rules, of having to sell our lives away to buy survival, of seeing our usurped desires transformed into abstractions and images in order to sell us commodities fills us with rage. How long will we put up with this misery? We want to make this world into a place where our desires can be immediately realized, not just sporadically, but normally. We want to re-eroticize our lives. We want to live not in a dead world of resources, but in a living world of free wild lovers. We need to start exploring the extent to which we are capable of living these dreams in the present without isolating ourselves. This will give us a clearer understanding of the domination of civilization over our lives, an understanding which will allow us to fight domestication more intensely and so expand the extent to which we can live wildly.
This yearning to be feral is something I feel every time I see a bird or wild animal, every time I harvest and eat wild, raw, pure food, every time I walk in the woods, and every night when I sleep outdoors, naked. It is a yearning to be free, free of a civilization which, with the best of intentions, has abused me, enslaved me, placed a veil between me and the natural world, as it has for everyone.
We can’t prevent civilization’s collapse, but we can still make the world a better place as it falls, and, despite our justifiable fears of the suffering its collapse will surely cause (much as its awesome and brutal reign has) celebrate its fall, and our liberation.