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!

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…
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 ones 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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Are we "freedom fighters" suffering PTSD?
...wull, first, it ain't POST-traumatic cuz the trauma is bein' engineered on us all 24/7 an' we ain't passed it yet! (yeah, I know that sounds BLEAK) I'm oft laggin' on my readin' now-daze (we also got Orange Colored Skyies here in Coughin' / Coffin land...) but I sure DO like yer posts John, yer sharp, relevant, fierce, insightful, an' often funny to boot. Hang with us all, least 'til they take down Substack!
Fwiw, I have ignored NOTES (all notes 'cept musical ones) as I have only so many lanes on my highway an' I cain't afford a new path've distraction, enlightenin' tho it may be. Fer that same reason I've avoided all shorter format stuff, I don't even look at it--even the Telegrams an' Gabs an' non-twit-based social-truth whatever whatever stuff...) As I said, too many lanes, gotta pick one to keep steerin' -- it may help ya focus on longer stuff when the spirit moves ya (?)...
Now indeedy, CJ Hopkins is surely in a pickle (I hope his trial goes well...Bhakdi's did!) an' he waxes in his glass darkly too--BUT, he's headin' off ta London Town to a conference with Taibi (now realizin' he wuz wrong on the clot shots), Shellenberg, & Brand an' bless'em all). He ain't givin' up the ghost / the GOAT! He kinda shifts from bein' cynical ta bein' hopeful an' I do believe we'ze all there... same (U-)boat.
We both (as ya said rightly) KNOW and yet DO NOT KNOW. It looks bad, but it ain't over yet... mild mannered Underdog still & most improbably beat RiffRaff & Simon Bar Sinister! (an' had a great theme song too!)
At this point I ain't countin' on the SLEEPING SOMA-suckers to EVER wake up. I once had hopes they would but now I see.... they're GONE.
BUT, I'm kinda countin' on us outliers bein' ignored. We don't really represent a lotta $$$ or own stuff they'd want. Path 've least resistance y'know. They need to count on compliance (of the majority) an' I think they kin hope we thinkers, we unswayed, will just fizzle on our own. There is no way in hell 'r high warter they can control each an' all 've us simultaneously, EVEN with all them 'puters an' their outta tune/auto-tune (algo)rhythm section.
We are virtually an' literally nuttin' to them--even their War Games signaled that "some" would live on the outskirts of society... IGNORED. (i.e. not usin' passports 'er eatin' bugz 'er collectin' universal basic income etc)
I imagine things perhaps lookin' like the end of Truffaut's "Fahrenheit 451" (like in the book but his stagin' of it is very concrete an' helpful I think...) I DO see a future like that an' there's hope in finding folks like-minded vs bein' steeped in the tea of illusion, y'know.
I cain't focus on them nukin' us (yass, it comes ta mind...but I push it out...) an' wonder how much is threat an' how much is promise.. They/Zey want us "afeared" but if we don't skeer easy an' fall inta the depression (or ptsd stuff) they'd eat THAT up... then I DO think we CAN be okay. OK an' outta the "ptsd" zone too...
Also, the MORE data they kin collect on those compliant, the more we outliers'll disappear in the cracks. Heck, every inch've New Yawk Shitty has got cameras an' "they" can't seem ta even identify most of the criminals 'er miscreants (even ta book 'em an' let 'em go!)--all that facial recog. an' they're still lost in the data spaghetti bowl...
But I think SHOUTIN' (as we do, in SPACE, inta the VOID...from our lil' soap boxes) is not fer naught! Who knows but this tenuous an' weird thread connectin' us all on the innertubes won't save us? We git idears, inspiration... We've all found we are NOT alone an' that duz stand fer a lot. Certainly knowin' this is savin' my mind cuz, like you, my ol' mates n' pals n' buddies are mentally flat-lined. They cannot, will not git it.... no matter how smart they once wuz... so via the magic of the innertubes, we all find compatriots far beyond our sightlines...
Many've us that took up Stacks didn't imagine we'd be "here"--whatever yer life wuz once--as a musician fer example (mine bein' in thee-ate-'er an' film) -- but we landed--an' on our feet--strangely, lookin' fer water an' finding it in a strange new land like Thomas Jerome Newton (Man Who Fell to Earth)...
Me, I'm gettin' a sense've "overwhelm" more n' "ptsd"--I cain't keep up so well with my readin' but I'm tryin' to do a bit each day...fer my own sanity. I got young'uns (a teen, one newly minted adult) so my givin' up ain't an option... I think we're all better equipped than them newly-minted so until we git "Back to the Garden"--it's upon us to show the way (ah, Joni, lost...)
Anywayz, tho it ain't POST-trauma, sure trauma it is an' we who are dazzled with kaleidoscope eyes are NOT GONE.
"Zey" ain't won yet. "Zey" may be winnin' on a grand scale but I think we kin avoid their searchlights--an' fer now, that may be ENOUGH! Take a break if ya need ta--but don't jump ship, ya never know how close safer harbor may be!
Absolutely 💯
I was expressing similar thoughts
and emotions to my aunt just
3 hours ago.
She doesn't get it of course
but I live with her so she has
occasionally been a dumpsite
for me to get some things
off my chest because
I have zero support
otherwise.
Thank you for your incredible insight
into these issues because at least
I know I'm not alone which is
sometimes the only thing
that gets me through
this shit-show
clown world
of circus
freaks
and
demons
.❤️💥❤️💥❤️💥❤️💥❤️💥❤️💥❤️💥❤️