Are we "freedom fighters" suffering PTSD?

The psychologically mind buckling multi-pronged dilemma of speaking truth in a world where the truth is regarded a lie!

I don’t quite recall from where I obtained (swiped) this brilliantly designed graphic… but I do very much thank the artist who created it! I think it’s a perfect representation of how millions of us feel on a daily basis.

Seriously, I’ve just about given up on this Substack publication. In fact, I’ve just about given up on anything to do with trying to oppose this globalised totalitarian order of lies; deception; censorship; persecution; humiliation; mockery; ridicule; deathly silence; gaslighting; madness and controlled lockstep confusion and insanity!

It’s like trying to do battle with a cold and merciless one hundred and fifty thousand tonne solid iron killing machine, armed with nothing more than a $2 bargain basement feather duster and a pair of plastic Barbie doll scissors!

Since Substack’s introduction of “Notes”… I all too often find myself (as I’m certain quite a few others do).. just spontaneously and sporadically posting personal thoughts on any of the countless aspects of this controlled cacophony of lunacy, on any given day (or hour), as the case may be.

As it becomes more and more apparent this whole f*cking thing appears to be (more likely than not) a ‘done deal’—and one that is fast flying off the rails and hurtling off into some dark and hellishly inescapable Hieronymus Bosch like nightmare of eternal soul tortured captivity and slavery—I find my will and desire to write completely formed ‘on topic’ articles is fast diminishing. Not to mention the fact that I appear to be reaching less and less people as each week passes!

(For whatever reason)—my traffic stats have tumbled dramatically since Substack’s introduction of “Notes.” I now get so little traffic that it’s barely worth the effort in keeping this damned thing going!

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Another thing that has significantly knocked the wind out of my Substacking literary sails, is this quite recently written article by CJ Hopkins…

The War on Reality (Revisited)

Why has this one particular CJ Hopkins article affected me so?

Well, because unfortunately…

I CAN’T DISAGREE WITH ONE SINGLE WORD APPEARING WITHIN ITS PARAGRAPHS!

That one CJ Hopkins article, prompted me to write this ‘Shouting in space’ article. And the primary reason for my writing this article, is to ask (explore) the question….

Are we "freedom fighters" suffering PTSD?

Now don’t get me wrong here—I’m not for one moment suggesting that CJ Hopkins is suffering from “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.” No! Not at all! I’ve read a lot of CJ’s work throughout the course of the last loony-filled three and a half years— and he strikes me as one pretty darn tough cookie!

A successful New York playwright and satirist who moved to, and (if I’m not mistaken)—spent the best part of the last 15 years living and working in Berlin, is not someone of faint heart to be knocked down with a $2 bargain basement feather duster! BUT!— that said— his article in question, i.e., The War on Reality (Revisited), certainly makes one wonder, if he ain’t 100%, fully resigned to the notion— that there’s really… NO GETTING OUT OF THIS GOD AWFUL MESS!

As your eyes scan the text of his article—the raw painful cynicism, peels of the screen like dried pigs blood! And the thing that really bothers the hell out of me—that really has me flummoxed!—is the FACT— that I can’t disagree with one single skerrick of that dried pigs blood! It’s as though written by a man, who—despite continuing to do his darnedest in fighting this damned war, knows deep within his heart—deep down in the pit of his gut!— that it’s as useless as trying to feed a fully grown camel through the eye of a sewing needle!!!

I think it’s fair to suggest—that what we have experienced over the course of the last three and a half years (both individually and collectively), has affected us all on a very deep psychological, emotional and spiritual level, and to a wide and varying number of degrees.

Witnessing the menticidal slaughter of all society and seemingly not being able to do a single solitary thing about it—does appear to cause its own unique and peculiar form of distress.

For the inexcusable crime of caring about our fellow human beings and the future of the world in which we exist, and copping nothing but a huge pile of totally unwarranted shit, abuse and ridicule for it—does slowly begin to gnaw at one’s innards.

Not to mention having experienced a highly intense, delusionally fuelled, nerve rattling bombardment of world government/media propelled persecution and hate filled mockery—many of us had to suffer the added mental anguish of being openly alienated and ostracised by friends and family alike!—leaving one with an incredibly desperate and near indescribable feeling of utter hopelessness and despair!

I’m personally finding it quite difficult getting together with certain “old friends,” i.e., those “old friends” who since around mid 2020, have become “new normal Covidian old friends.”

Just a simple catch up in a bar or restaurant, presents a whole new set of unique challenges!

Knowing full well that the person smiling and speaking so cordially on the opposite end of the table, considers you a total jackass fool—whilst also being fully aware that “you too,” most likely view them in a somewhat similar light—brings a whole new style of elephant into the room.

Wishing you all the very best!

John.

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