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Oh. Oh, this is too good.
Oh.
Sorry about the lack of updates, folks off in technoland, I've been grounded by my parents. Why? First, I was late for school because I have to bike, because gas is so expensive. Second because I papered said school with a flyer, the administration found out, and I guess they weren't super-pleased about the whole anti-civ propaganda thing. The time is ripe, though; people are unsettled, a little scared even. Of course, a lot of people are still dumbly stumbling through their world of TV and 'hilarious' internet videos, but those people can sleepwalk through anything as long as they can numb their brain with vapid entertainment.
Anyways.
The streets are starting to look more deserted, although there are some people still toughing it out. I'm impressed, to be honest. Prices for just about everything else are skyrocketing, too; I've had to rip off a lot of the stuff I would've bought under normal circumstances. I'm guessing I'm not the only one, either, because I've noticed an awful lot of cashiers eying me like they'd had problems. I'm not surprised in the least.
Although to be honest I'm not sure what they were so worried about. The stores are all severely understocked anyways; transportation is a real issue, I'll bet, and merchandise has to be either extremely expensive or inconsistently available. Canned goods have gone quick which makes me glad I anticipated this, although when the rioting and looting starts and most of that stuff gets redistributed I think I'll be even more glad that I hid it.
Stay strong, world.
The Degausser.
- Mood:
stressed
It makes me ill. So many brands among the unthinking masses, from short-sighted idiots in hideous Hummers, to arrogant idiots in electric cars, thinking they aren't contributing to the pollution problem, as though they get their power from the magic electricity fairies that don't have to burn coal, which doesn't need oil in order for it to be mined or anything like that.
And that's the worst kind, I think. The ones who think they're helping more than they actually are. That's the worst, because then you get satisfied. Complacent. You cross your arms and think indignantly "Well, I've done MY part!".
You sure have. And I thank you for it.
I thank all of you who didn't listen to me. Really!
I really, really do.
You looked the other way as the barbarians battered down our gates, and now they're on the threshhold. Our machines may not be able to oppose us like a true enemy, but given our dependence on them, not running at all may well have the same effect.
We are Rome, and will fall like Rome, and will deserve it like Rome did. Our decadence is catching up with us.
My garden is proceeding well. I have procured a bicycle and started to ride it in order to preserve my funds. I had my parents help me sell my car, and I've stopped having them drive me places; might as well get used to it while it's still an option.
Oh, and the girlfriend still won't listen to me. Her eyes and ears are shut tight. Bah.
I don't care anymore. All of you had your chance.
Much love,
The Degausser
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Skinny Puppy
Oil production (production, what a silly word for it. as though we "produce" it in any meaningful way.) is declining, rapidly, and even if we could conceivably reduce our dependency on it in time, we won't.
Babylon is not paying attention.
And the machines of Babylon still wail into the night. I can hear them. It keeps me awake, but where it used to unsettle me, now it comforts me. They are burning their fuel, and at this rate? They won't be wailing much longer.
This is what I've been waiting for, what all of us have been waiting for. A chink in the well-formed armor of civilization. We live in a fragile, global economy now, and when it goes down, it's going to go down hard.
Somebody is going to have to be there to pick up the pieces, teach people how to get back in touch with nature. How to survive.
Someone will have to be there to burn all the technical manuals, to make sure humanity never makes this mistake again.
Until my lifestyle becomes natural enough to gather, I've planted a garden. I've also spent some time on indian reservations, where the old ways are still sometimes practiced. Learning how to tan hides, how to make weapons, how to hunt your own food with your own tools. Things will be pretty messy for a while, but...
It will be for the best. This will all be for the best. Money won't be worth anything for much longer anyways, so I'm stocking up on sustainables and learning as much as I can. You should too. Every little bit counts.
Me and my friends have been preparing anxiously for this for a while, so we worked out how to rig a laptop charger to hook into car batteries. We've also been jacking car batteries for a while now, so I'll be able to keep blogging for a while after the electricity goes out.
Yeah, yeah, I know, it's technology, but sometimes you have to use the machines of Babylon in order to bring down Babylon itself. Or, in this case, help it collapse on it's own.
It's been rotting from the inside out for a long, long time. All it needs now is a good push.
I've been spending a lot of time getting prepared, but my girlfriend hasn't. It's frustrating; she doesn't believe it's happening. I've been trying to teach her some of these skills that she'll need, that we'll all need, but she's not listening.
Nobody's listening, it feels like.
Well, it will come either way. And they'll see soon enough.
Cheers.
- The Degausser
- Mood: anxious
- Music:Devendra Banhart
[scattered profanity]
i am angry.
no. i am LIVID with rage and frustration. i am in real, physical, pain, from the state of things around me.
you people are all just so content, aren't you. just so utterly determined to shelve your feelings and push on, swallow everything they shove down your throats from the meaningless classes you're forced to take, to the meaningless life you move on to. no one stops to notice how wrong it is that we all can't just walk out of school. just think about that, for real, for a second. how deeply demeaning it is that we don't even have the freedom to walk where we want to, when we want to.
these rules and restrictions feel like they're wrapped around my throat, and nobody cares! nobody sees! nobody else feels tied to them, they are slaves that have come to love their chains!
but it's not just the rules society imposes directly, it's everywhere. hell, it's even in the way that i'm typing this out onto the internet. yes, my interactions with other people are so distorted, so mediated, that i am most comfortable being frank from the safe distance of a computer screen. we are all so wrapped up in our games and our chatting and our bullshit meaningless drugs that it doesn't seem like anyone is even interested in reality anymore. we just want to fuck and stare at our screens and sink into oblivion.
and almost every time i meet someone who DOES seem to pay more than the tiniest bit of attention to the world around them, they just make me regret wishing for it, choosing to subscribe to socially sanitized opinions either handed down to them by their parents and churches or bleeding-heart organizations that stimulate their pity and emotion more than any real thought.
think something dangerous. think something some authority figure DIDN'T tell you. think something you didn't just see on TV, or hear from your friend, or hear on an album. think something that you took from any and all these places, and thought hard on until it was yours. if you have an opinion, it better not be because some adult said so, or because you saw a skinny african child, IN A LINKIN PARK VIDEO!
but it doesn't matter. i'm shouting into the void. i dance and spark and rage and change nothing, but not forever. i'm just a kid, but i'll grow older. and when i'm older i'll have more options.
your comfortable complacency? your beautiful, safe houses and well-paid police officers? your computers and ipods and electricity and nice, warm beds? they will all BURN. i swear on everything meaningful that hasn't been raped and degraded by the hubris of man that i will DESTROY your world, TEAR you from your sleep, and carry humanity, KICKING AND SCREAMING into a new age of independence. i will make you free whether you like it or not, and the world will be beautiful and right again, and i will be able to sleep at night.
your precious, safe, government and the warm, enveloping glow of your technology are about to fall on hard times, i can feel it. it's in my bones.
a better world is coming.
i suggest you prepare.
- Mood:
infuriated - Music:Lullaby for the Working Class
