There is a lot that needs to be said about the way things have gone awry in our modern world. And there are plenty of us saying it. Is the pen really mightier than the sword, or is that as outdated as its components? I dunno.
I always thought that if I could have anything I wanted…it wouldn’t be riches. It wouldn’t be constant guilt-free sex with goddesses. It wouldn’t be power over others. It would be the lack of something.
Fear has kept me from living an entirely different life than I have. Had I been piloting my own craft without concern of consequences to my physical well-being…well, things would have been different. When I look back on the small triumphs that I have made…they were always the product of forgetting about my own safety and momentary comfort. I learned from this and took more risks. Many injuries down the road, I pulled over and licked my wounds as we are all wont to. Age has a lot to do with that. Then came my old nemesis…fear.
Fear is a powerful foe. But it is everyone’s. It is owned by friend and foe alike. My old foes sell it to me, and like it or not, it is seductive. It pushes me back into my comfortable hole with those soft bars on a prison of my own construct. I don’t want to be here…so I try and write my way back to the path. Because I didn’t always just write.
If there is one thing that a formal education will get across to you concerning the art of the pen, it’s that you cannot write about something that you have not experienced. Nobody wants to read your ruminations about what it might feel like to be out there soaking up the reality of life. You cannot write from the sidelines and make anyone believe you were ever part of the action. Libraries are filled with such stuff. But the words written by the doers not the wishers are the ones to which we have always gravitated. But even reading these accounts is not enough. Because that was never the intent of such good writing. It is and always was an invitation, I think…to verify such experience artfully reported in the best of our prose. From a romantic sonnet to witnessing the subjugation of whole societies, the good author pleads with you to see AND experience it for yourself. At least any worth his salt. I attempt this also. Many of us do. Then there are the others.
I constantly cruise these avenues of citizen journalism on the net. Those writers trying to fill in the gap left behind by professionals that became too professional;the whores of the jewish media. Using the classical definition of journalism…these citizens fall short. Webster says that journalism is:
A: writing characterized by a direct presentation of facts or description of events without an attempt at interpretation.
The new citizen journalism to be found in the alternative media out here, to my way of thinking, is trying to fit somewhere between these two. Where we all understand that option B is the current state of the mainstream media, we that oppose such prostitution are taking our cue from this definition, rather than the classic “A” choice. Well that would make sense. “B” is more powerful on the surface. We write to our reader’s wishes. We wallow in the editorializing and agenda-driven reportage as much if not more so, as our opponents in the Talmudic press.
I attribute this to fear. Stick with me here. We are as subject to this widely disseminated emotion, as the “sheeple” to whom we would write. We succumb to it as much as they. Fear porn is as big a weapon in our arsenal, as it is with the kosher opposition. We scream about new-world-orders and illumi-naughty demons while the zionists and their minions scream about al-CIA-duh boogy-men. Who is right? I would tend toward my own camp of trust-no-one, but only because there was a time. There was a time when I spat in the face of the supremacist jew. I know him. I have my scars…and I will collect more before I leave this earth. But have all those that ‘prognosticate with pen’ done anything but scream from their comfy living rooms? I think not. Have they relinquished that emotion which they purvey to others? Or are they as caught up in it just as much as the minivan Moms hoping Obama decides to bomb the evil Iranians back to stone before it’s too late? How much backbone do these armchair revolutionaries have when it comes right down to putting aside THEIR fear? Cue “The Red Badge of Courage”, and its lessons about this emotion that is more powerful than any cannon.
I am not anyone’s hero. I only hope to be my own, when I look back on my tenure here.
So watching Alex Jones’ bravery with a megaphone and dubious funding, or reading the revolutionary thoughts of an editor of a million-hit-a-day website that never leaves his comfy desk and chair…well, it doesn’t light a fire under me. So I am not astonished when these writings garner only ‘hallelujahs’, and no action from you. You know better. They aren’t about to put anything precious to them on the line. They won’t go to prison or join a violent revolt. They want you to do it. Just like Benny Nutty-yahoo wants you to die for his sexual fantasy of jewish supremacy in the Middle East and beyond. Be their proxy. Not that much difference. Not that I see anyway.
To be sure, we need the thinkers and writers to point out facts in our struggle to overcome the jewification of our world, and those that can put these facts into the semblance of a defense. But more than that, we need true sober journalists where none exist anymore. And those with their feet on the ground and familiar with the enemy’s modus operandi. From experience. And we need a LOT less fear mongering.