Courage is Contagious
Always Remember That!
The Nice House in a Bad Neighborhood Analogy:
More applicable now than you could possible fucking know
If courage and hope are contagious (and they are). Then what does that say for the opposite?
Well - it says that fear, sadness, despair, hopelessness, apathy, and inactivity proliferate out of control in the absence of courage and hope. That’s what it says.
And look around, when’s the last time you saw true courage on display? I mean fighting when you know you can’t possibly win? The 300 Spartans standing against thousands of Persian warriors, type of deal? That type of courage? When winning can’t happen. But the act of defiance is actually winning. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. When’s the last time you saw that?
I was always shocked when a much stronger individual, team, organization, agency, military, nation, or whatever, would only fight against an opponent they knew they could beat. This always struck me as astoundingly odd behavior. You know the other side can’t win, why the hell are you wasting your time?
It should only be the opposite really. You should only pick fights against sides you shouldn’t actually be able to beat. Cause then it truly means something if you happen to pull it off. Remember the 13 Colonies declaring war on the strongest Empire in the World? American Revolution. Remember that whole deal?
That’s the whole fucking idea right there. Challenging yourself. Putting everything you got into a fight that probabilistically, statistically, and logistically you shouldn’t have any chance of winning. Those are fights worth having. Those are the issues worth dedicating tremendous amounts of time preparing for. Why try to bully someone or something when they have no means of fighting back? This never made any sense to me. It’s born out of cowardice, out of insecurity, and a need for emotional validation from the group. Trying to fill a void in their innate view of themselves. It’s the opposite of true courage.
The Nice House in a Bad Neighborhood…
It starts here.
With something you can do.
I’m not really talking about a physical house.
But I am.
It’s the whole connection.
And you know that.
You’re a young guy. A young girl. A young boyfriend and girlfriend. A young family. Whatever. You want a home. You need a home. This is your dream. It’s the foundation of civilization. A home of your own. You don’t have much money, just enough, just a little. You work. You save. You cut back on spending. You cut costs. Try and find extra sources of money.
And you do.
You find a way to get a home.
This is the only type of activity that actually means anything. The struggle. The determination. The overcoming of obstacles. The raw spirit in us, refusing to give up.
But you ain’t rich, ain’t swinging stacks of bills around. You get what you can get. It’s not in a great area. But it’s yours. You answer to no one now. This is all yours.
The house has potential. But it needs a lot. You tell each other, you will make it better.
And you do.
You find ways of saving money, even with a young family growing. It’s not easy. Fuck - it’s exceptionally difficult. But you do it. You embody perseverance. Embody grit. Embody determination. You embody everything that is right with our species. Everything that is right in our fundamental spirit. You are the true heroes, even if you don’t know it. You are!
You plant grass.
Plant some trees.
Paint the house.
Fix the roof, new shingles.
Get a new nice looking door.
Put some flower boxes in the windows.
Put up a small fence, keep the kids in, ugliness out.
You’ve done it!
But you are one house. You can’t control the street. The neighborhood. The city. You can’t control any of that.
You follow the rules, the procedures, the government approved channels you’ve been told to follow.
Start getting signatures. Getting neighbors opinions. Get personal testimonies from the neighborhood together. Get a unified voice about your concerns. Come together as a small group of concerned people. Bring up the issues the ward/district/town/village/city/ is not fixing or addressing. You’ve now gone over and above. You’re now doing their actual job for them. Only they’re getting paid from your taxes to do nothing.
You say, listen - “I’m one house here, I’ve done my part. I’ve fixed everything I can. You have to do your part. You have to fix the roads. Have to get a garbage service moving again. Have to get the crime off the streets. Have to get the homeless off the street. Get the police in the neighborhood at night. We have small kids and families here. You need to plant some trees and cut the grass. You have to try and make this look better. You have to make this look like a nice desirable place to live. You just can’t continue to let it rot to death. Can’t let it continue decaying into despair and hopelessness.”
You bring it up at local meetings. To zoning boards/hearings. You go to city offices looking to speak with your officials. They’re not there. Or always busy in a meeting. Never available to speak to you. Told to call later. Come back another time. Everyone is very busy. Nothing personal. Your officials are just so hard at work, they don’t have time to speak with you now.
And you wait.
And you continue to wait.
And continue.
So you go higher. To the county level, or the regional officials. Or contact your state representatives. And write more letters. And get more neighbors involved and signed onto your requests. You attend more meetings. Waiting for your turn to speak.
And you continue to wait.
And continue,
then you realize,
this is the plan!
It hits you like Zeus’ lighting bolt.
The despair is the plan. This is PSYOP 101 people!
That feeling you know, but didn’t name.
That just jolted through your brain reading this.
Well that’s my plan.
I’m really fucking trying here man.
Really.
I don’t know how to reach you.
I truly don’t.
But I won’t stop.
I can’t.
Their plan: the despair - the hopelessness - the disgust - that is their fucking plan. That’s the opposite of mine. They want you to become so frustrated, so overwhelmed, so tired, so fed up with the seeming bureaucratic incompetence that you just slowly give up and resign yourself to the inevitability of it all. Then the apathy sets in. And then the Nihilism they hope follows. The little irrelevant ant bullshit.
That you can’t expect nice things, or nice communities. That you can’t change the way things are done. That you can’t make a difference. That the system is bigger than you. That it doesn’t value what you have to say. That although it is supposed to serve you, it doesn’t, it’s a one way street, you do what it tells you to do. Not the other way around.
That public opinion doesn’t hold any sway, that large institutions or corporations are the only things that can actually get things done. It’s a psychological weakening operation. Convincing you through hopelessness, and despair, and apathy, and confusion, to belittle yourself, and doubt your own self-worth. Remember, weak people are much easier to control. Trick you into outsourcing what you know to be necessary, to those with official titles, or credentials, or fancy suits and cars and high-rise offices.
The psychological breaking of will and determination. Slowly. Over time. Being worn down, not by outright strikes, just the slow decay of neglect and no responses. This is textbook PSYOP’s here people. First week of class shit. This is fundamental. This is required reading before attending class. This is page 1 of the manual. This is the Modus Operandi - for decades and decades and decades.
Well I got 2 words for all that: FUCK THAT!
Oh hell no! Hell fucking no!
And the fact they want and need to weaken us, shows just how scared of us they really are. And now you see it for yourself.
Same thing I wrote about in the beginning, the big bully needing to only fight someone they know they can beat. Never lining up with someone of equal stature. Because they know deep down they doubt themselves and their courage. Cause it ain’t fucking there!
Their plan is to slowly bring in pain, sorrow, sickness, ugliness, and blight. Because life and nature are innately beautiful. And when you live on that emotional plain. That resonant frequency, fear can’t creep in. Without fear, you are strong, and wise. And they fucking fear the hell out of a population like that.
So they have to poison our environment with elements that bring in fear and despair. And now we all see the plan, and we are ending it one house at a time.
Neighborhood sucks? Ok, well - fix your house, make it beautiful anyway.
Street Lights not working? Ok, well - put a bunch of lights on your house and fence.
No trees on your street? Ok, well - plant them all over your yard.
Garbage on the sidewalks? Ok, well - clean up your area anyway.
What are they gonna do? Go get more garbage and spread it out all over again? Fuck em! It just takes a bunch of small sparks to get a big fire going. Because once one house shines again - the darkness stops looking inevitable.