Tall Tales of Paul Bunyan
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Living inside the FSofA, or in fact inside any of the other major Industrialized Nations, you get a really skewed view of the World as it is, and what might be possible moving forward into the Future. In my last Feature article Doomer Science Fiction Late Night Double Feature Picture Show, I discussed a few of the common Futurist categories you run into as you surf around the Doom-o-Sphere.
Although Pundits with more Doomy Outlooks are becoming ever more common all the time, in general MOST people who don’t follow the progress of Industrial Civilization Collapse don’t know it is collapsing at all. Most people who live in 1st World countries fully expect Industrialized lifestyles to continue onward, and all we really are suffering through here is an Economic Glitch which could be resolved with Better Politicians and Better Economic Policies. Different viewpoints exist on what those Better Politicians would do and which Economic Policies are actually BETTER, but few people who do not follow the Doom-o-Sphere consider the problems we have to be systemic and insoluble.
Similarly and perhaps to an even greater extent, 3rd Worlders don’t grasp yet that the life of Happy Motoring that existed for the 1st Worlders is not going to come to their locale anymore, and they still aspire to and covet the “Progress” achieved in the Industrialized nations.
This cognitive dissonance really hit home to me reading an article on India Newzhound Joe posted up on Joe’s Newz Channel inside the Diner. As most of you are aware I think, India recently had the largest Mass Blackouts of an Electrical Grid anywhere on the Planet since Industrialization began, with well over 300M people affected by the Blackouts. The Indian Grid is slip shod to begin with here, and even what they currently have is none too reliable, but still it is coveted out in the hinterlands as something people NEED to improve their lives and have better Opportunities in the world.
Fact is, at least 1/3rd of all Indian households still have ZERO electricity, and another 1/3rd that have some probably get it “illegally” by Pirating it off feeder power lines in varous Slums and Shanty towns surrounding the Big Shities of India. If you walk on foot just a few miles outside of Dharmsala up into the Mountains, you leave the Tarmac and the Power Grid behind, and “travel back in time” to the Pre-Industrial world where many Indians still live:
Early last summer I went trekking in the Himalayas high above Dharamsala. I had just finished a book and wanted to get away from the heat of the plains and clear my head in the clean air and crystal silence of the mountains.
Within a day, I had walked beyond the last metalled road. Along with the tarmac, I left both the telephones and the electricity grid far behind me. Soon I was heading into an apparently premodern world: up in the hill villages, the harvest was being cut by hand with sickles and bound in sheaves, stacked one by one into stooks. Oxen ploughed the narrow terraces with wooden ploughs. In the villages, stone houses with wooden fretwork balconies like those in Mughal miniatures tumbled down steep mountainsides, slate roofs alternating with roof terraces where the women were drying apricots and stacking kindling for the winter. You could almost taste the woody resin-scent of the deodars and the warm peach-brandy aroma of the drying fruit. One of the goatherds who wandered past our camp the second evening said he was on his way to consult the local oracle, a shaman who channelled a Pahari deity and was celebrated for the accuracy of his prophecies. It was trekking as time travel: I seemed to have walked up into a Jack-and-the-Beanstalk world about as far as I could imagine from the noise and pollution of New Delhi.
It was therefore something of a surprise the following morning to be woken by the sound of passing schoolchildren. Looking out of the tent, I saw a party of 20 immaculately dressed children with beautifully laundered uniforms – white trousers and white shirts for the boys and white salvars for the girls – heading down the hill on their way to the new private school that had, they said, just opened up in the valley below. Not one of their parents had had any education and the older generation in the village was entirely illiterate, but this school would teach them until fifth grade. After their 13th birthdays, they said, they hoped to continue their schooling up to the age of 18 in the senior schools of Dharamsala.
Here these people are, living a pre-Industrial lifestyle many Doomers would consider Idyllic with Local Food Production, Oxen ploughs farming the land and all, but these people who live that way now ASPIRE to the “better life” for their children and dress them up in well Laundered School Uniforms to get the Education they never got so they can, in theory of course, become a Succesful Participant in the Industrial Paradigm as an Engineer or Scientist, whatever.
These people are likely COMPLETELY unaware that most well educated Indian Doctors seek to GTFO of India where they make about what a Mickey D’s Burger Flipper makes in the Land of Good & Plenty here, many Ph.D. scientists have LESS chance of getting a Job in their field of expertiese as Ruskie Ph.D.s do, which is lower still than Chinees Ph.D.s and lower still than FSofA Ph.D.s.
The really sad thing about this article though is that the Writer, Wiliam Dalrymple does not grasp the problem either. From his POV, the Indian State has Failed to Provide the BASIC SERVICES these poor folks NEED .
None of the basic services that the villagers needed – roads, sanitation, education, health, electricity or telephones – had been provided by the state, yet the villagers had found a way around most of their problems. Despite the government inaction, they were determined to educate their kids and inch forward. They were not going to allow themselves to be left behind.
Note all the assumptions made in this paragraph. First that these Villagers NEED these Basic Services, and beyond that they are even “Basic” at all! Paved Roads are “Basic”? Only Carz need Paved Roads, and these folks can’t afford Carz anyhow. Even more pathetic though is the idea that getting any of this allows them to “Inch Forward”. The only way they Inch forward into this is by taking on DEBT, and eventually they would find themselves in exactly the same place the Greeks are in right now, unable to pay the debt with a lot of Industrial Infrastructure they can no longer support. Once the Ubermeisters cut off your access to Debt Money to keep on building out the system, it collapses on itself. They only issue the debt for so long as they can use it to suck you dry of everything you actually DO own, the resources of your particular patch of land. Once you hand over the Deed to the Property to them, you perpetually pay Rent to live on your OWN land!
Like just about everyone, your typical pre-Industrial agrarian pushing a plow or wading through Rice Paddies aspires to a “better” life than that. If you haven’t been immersed inside the corrupt and nasty world Industrialization has created, from the OUTSIDE LOOKING IN, it seems just GREAT!
Russell 1913 Tractor
Picture yourself a dirt poor farmer out there on the Great Plains in say 1913 or so when the Federal Reserve Bank Act was pushed through CONgress on Christmas Eve, yourself pushing a plow behind your Oxen when the first Russell Tractor shows up on display in town. To be followed directly thereafter by a Demonstration of its abilities by the Russell Salesman. He Challenges you to a Plowing Race on your fields, and CRUSHES your best team of Oxen in no time. Or picture yourself a Lumberjack with an Axe and a Big Blue Ox named Babe, up against the Chainsaw of Black & Decker or WTF was making them back in Paul Bunyan’s time. Big and strong as Paul was, big as his Blue Ox Babe was, they just could not COMPETE with the scrawny Bankster with the CHAINSAW and the RAILROAD. You GOTTA HAVE that equipment! You will be LEFT BEHIND if you don’t get it! SIGN OFF your Farm as Collateral on the Dotted Line now for your LOAN to buy this marvelous technology!
This fact of life as Industrialization revved itself up into High Gear in the early 20th Century is the main reason I have argued so vehemently against Steve from Virginia of Economic Undertow’s “Fashion” hypothesis for why the culture and civilization went down the Industrialization Highway. These weren’t Fashion Choices being made, they were competitive survival choices which became necessary to continue operating successfully as a Farmer or Lumberack or Textile maker or anything else that was mechanized and powered by the thermodynamic energy of fossil fuels.
The Tall Tale of Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox Babe clearly was written as a parable to SELL the Industrial Paradigm to the youngest minds in this Disney Animation of the story, and even though all the Lumberjacks are out there Rooting for Paul to Win the Contest with the Chainsaw and Railroad, in the end Paul & Babe go the way of the Dinosaur and head up to the Last Great Frontier of Alaska. In the end also, the Railroad and the Chainsaw came to Alaska too. I know this to be true, since I LIVE in Alaska.
On the Great Plains of the Midwest as WWI came to a close, all those Factories built to construct the first Tanks and Armored Vehicles were turned to building Tractors, and the Credit flowed out fast and furious to Farmers to buy these magnificent machines. If you didn’t buy one, you couldn’t compete with all the food produced by your neighbor, and as prices dropped on the food being produced you no longer could make a living without one. So you signed the Note with the Bankster selling the Tractor putting your Farm up as Collateral.
Sadly of course, as time went by through the Roaring Twenties and every Farmer got a Tractor, the price you could get for your produce continued to drop, until you no longer could afford to pay the loan on your Tractor. In comes the Repo Man from the Bank to Foreclose on your Farm, and now you are a dispossessed Okie on the road to to the Grapes of Wrath in California.
The folks who loaned you the money to buy the Tractor never had the money at all, it was conjured into existence the minute you signed for the loan. As a poor Okie with just your Farm as collateral, you could not get endless loans to rollover your debt, but the Banksters could and so they consolidated all these Farms into the the large scale Industrial Farms we have today, complete with Goobermint Subsidies to run them and push everyone else outta biz.
This scenario repeated itself over and over again in every Industry known to man, beginning first with the Mining industry itself which quickly turned Mining into one of the worst and lowest paid jobs a person could do; then to Weaving and Clothing manufacture which the Luddites tried to fight; then to Farming and so forth and so on down the line.
As long as the Cheap Oil came a-bubblin out of the ground and the SAME people who controlled the creation of Credit/Money also “owned” or really STOLE the rights to this Oil, they were completely in control and in the Catbird Seat as far as choosing the Direction of the Civilization is concerned. Regardless of “Democracy”, J6P never had any choice in this, really no Candidate EVER from any party even the Communists for the most part came out AGAINST PROGRESS and AGAINST GROWTH, at least not here in the Land of Good & Plenty anyhow. Eventually you got your Mao’s and Pol Pot Ag Commie Anti-Industrialists over in Asia, but such a movement never gained any traction inside the FSofA. All groups such as the Amish and your Back to the Land Hippies of the Whole Earth Catalogue era were thoroughly marginalized here, and the stories you got also of Mass Genocide by people like Mao and Pol Pot served to reinforce the idea that moving against the tide of Industrialization was a BAD IDEA and would lead to the Death of Millions.
The historical narrative of Pol Pot as Genocidal Dictator Extraordinaire is a very powerful meme held here in the FSofA as Truth, but recently Israel Shamir revisted the Short “Reign of Terror” of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, and returned a quite different perspective on this period in Cambodia under his rule:
Now, in the monsoon season, Cambodia is verdant, cool and relaxed. The rice paddies on the low hill slopes are flooded, forests that hide old temples are almost impassable, rough seas deter swimmers. It’s a pleasant time to re-visit this modest country: Cambodia is not crowded, and Cambodians are not greedy, but rather peaceful and relaxed. They fish for shrimp, calamari and sea brim. They grow rice, unspoiled by herbicides, manually planted, cultivated and gathered. They produce enough for themselves and for export, too — definitely no paradise, but the country soldiers on.
Socialism is being dismantled fast: Chinese-owned factories keep churning tee-shirts for the European and American market employing tens of thousands of young Cambodian girls earning $80 per month. They are being sacked at the first sign of unionising. Nouveau-riches live in palaces; there are plenty of Lexus cars, and an occasional Rolls-Royce. Huge black and red, hard and precious tree trunks are constantly ferried to the harbour for timber export, destroying forests but enriching traders. There are many new French restaurateurs in the capital; NGO reps earn in one minute the equivalent of a worker’s monthly salary.
Not much remains from the turbulent period when the Cambodians tried to radically change the order of things in the course of their unique traditionalist conservative peasant revolution under communist banner. That was the glorious time of Jean Luc Godard and his La Chinoise, of the Cultural Revolution in China sending party bonzes for re-education to remote farms, of Khmer Rouge marching on the corrupt capital. Socialist movement reached a bifurcation point: whether to advance to more socialism Mao-style, or retreat to less socialism the Moscow way. The Khmer Rouge experiment lasted only three years, from 1975 to 1978.
Surprisingly, Cambodians have no bad memories of that period. This is quite an amazing discovery for an infrequent visitor. I did not come to reconstruct “the truth”, whatever it is, but rather to find out what is the collective memory of the Cambodians, how do they perceive the events of the late 20th century, what narrative has been filtered down by time gone by. The omnipotent narrative-making machinery of the West has embedded in our conscience the image of bloody Khmer Rouge commies cannibalising their own people over the Killing Fields and ruled over by a nightmarish Pol Pot, anybody’s notion of ruthless despot.
A much quoted American professor, RJ Rummel, wrote that “out of a 1970 population of probably near 7,100,000 …almost 3,300,000 men, women, and children were murdered …most of these… were murdered by the communist Khmer Rouge”. Every second person was killed, according to his estimate.
However, Cambodia’s population was not halved but more than doubled since 1970, despite alleged multiple genocides. Apparently, the genocidaires were inept, or their achievements have been greatly exaggerated.
The Pol Pot the Cambodians remember was not a tyrant, but a great patriot and nationalist, a lover of native culture and native way of life. He was brought up in royal palace circles; his aunt was a concubine of the previous king. He studied in Paris, but instead of making money and a career, he returned home, and spent a few years dwelling with forest tribes to learn from the peasants. He felt compassion for the ordinary village people who were ripped off on a daily basis by the city folk, the comprador parasites. He built an army to defend the countryside from these power-wielding robbers. Pol Pot, a monkish man of simple needs, did not seek wealth, fame or power for himself. He had one great ambition: to terminate the failing colonial capitalism in Cambodia, return to village tradition, and from there, to build a new country from scratch.
His vision was very different from the Soviet one. The Soviets built their industry by bleeding the peasantry; Pol Pot wanted to rebuild the village first, and only afterwards build industry to meet the villagers’ needs. He held city dwellers in contempt; they did nothing useful, in his view. Many of them were connected with loan sharks, a distinct feature of post-colonial Cambodia; others assisted the foreign companies in robbing people off their wealth. Being a strong nationalist, Pol Pot was suspicious of the Vietnamese and Chinese minorities. But what he hated most was acquisitiveness, greed, the desire to own things. St Francis and Leo Tolstoy would have understood him.
The Cambodians I spoke to pooh-poohed the dreadful stories of Communist Holocaust as a western invention. They reminded me of what went on: their brief history of troubles began in 1970, when the Americans chased away their legitimate ruler, Prince Sihanouk, and replaced him with their proxy military dictator Lon Nol. Lon Nol’s middle name was Corruption, and his followers stole everything they could, transferred their ill-gotten gains abroad then moved to the US. On top of this came US bombing raids. The peasants ran to the forest guerrillas of Khmer Rouge, which was led by a few Sorbonne graduates, and eventually succeeded in kicking out Lon Nol and his American supporters.
In 1975, Pol Pot took over the country, devastated by a US bombing campaign of Dresden ferocity, and saved it, they say. Indeed, the US planes (do you remember Ride of the Valkyries in the Apocalypse is Now?) dropped more bombs on this poor country than they had on the Nazi Germany, and spread their mines all over the rest of it. If the Cambodians are pressed to name their great destroyer (and they are not keen about burrowing back into the past), it is Professor Henry Kissinger they name, not Comrade Pol Pot.
Pol Pot and his friends inherited a devastated country. The villages had been depopulated; millions of refugees gathered in the capital to escape American bombs and American mines. Destitute and hungry, they had to be fed. But because of the bombing campaign, nobody planted rice in 1974. Pol Pot commanded everybody away from the city and to the rice paddies, to plant rice. This was a harsh, but a necessary step, and in a year Cambodia had plenty of rice, enough to feed all and even to sell some surplus to buy necessary commodities.
New Cambodia (or Kampuchea, as it was called) under Pol Pot and his comrades was a nightmare for the privileged, for the wealthy and for their retainers; but poor people had enough food and were taught to read and write. As for the mass killings, these are just horror stories, averred my Cambodian interlocutors. Surely the victorious peasants shot marauders and spies, but many more died of American-planted mines and during the subsequent Vietnamese takeover, they said.
In order to listen to the other side, I travelled to the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek, the memorial where the alleged victims were killed and buried. This is a place some 30 km away from Phnom Penh, a neat green park with a small museum, much visited by tourists, the Cambodian Yad va-Shem. A plaque says that the Khmer Rouge guards would bring some 20 to thirty detainees twice or thrice a month, and kill many of them. For three years, it would amount less than two thousand dead, but another plaque said indeed that they dug up about eight thousand bodies. However, another plaque said there was over a million killed. Noam Chomsky assessed that the death toll in Cambodia may have been inflated “by a factor of a thousand.”
There are no photos of the killings; instead, the humble museum holds a couple of naïve paintings showing a big, strong man killing a small, weak one, in a rather traditional style. Other plaques read: “Here the murderous tools were kept, but nothing remains now” and similar inscriptions. To me, this recalled other CIA-sponsored stories of Red atrocities, be it Stalin’s Terror or the Ukrainian Holodomor. The people now in charge of the US, Europe and Russia want to present every alternative to their rule as inept or bloody or both. They especially hate incorruptible leaders, be it Robespierre or Lenin, Stalin or Mao – and Pol Pot. They prefer leaders keen on graft, and eventually install them. The Americans have an additional good reason: Pol Pot killings serve to hide their own atrocities, the millions of Indochinese they napalmed and strafed.
Cambodians do say that many more people were killed by the invading Vietnamese in 1978; while the Vietnamese prefer to shift the guilt to the Khmer Rouge. But the present government does not encourage this or any other digging into the past, and for good reason: practically all important officials above a certain age were members of the Khmer Rouge, and often leading members. Beside, almost all of them collaborated with the Vietnamese. The present PM, Hun Sen, was a Khmer Rouge commander, and later supported the Vietnamese occupation. When the Vietnamese went home, he remained in power.
Prince Sihanouk, who was exiled by the Americans, also supported the Khmer Rouge. He returned home to his neat royal palace and to its adjacent silver temple with Emerald Buddha after departure of the Vietnamese. Unbelievably, he is still alive, though he transferred the crown to his son, a monk who had to leave monastery and assume the throne. So the royal family is not keen on digging up the past, either. Nobody wants to discuss it openly; the official story of Khmer Rouge alleged atrocities is entrenched in Western conscience, though attempts to try the perpetrators bore scant results.
Looking back, it appears that the Khmer Rouge of Pol Pot failed in their foreign policy rather than in their internal one. It is fine that they canceled money, dynamited banks and sent bankers to plant rice. It is fine that they dried up the great blood-sucking leech, the big-city compradors and money-lenders. Their failure was that they did not calculate their position vis-à-vis Vietnam, and tried to push beyond their own weight. Vietnam was very powerful – it had just defeated the US – and would brook no nonsense from their junior brothers in Phnom Penh. The Vietnamese planned to create an Indochinese Federation including Laos and Cambodia under their own leadership. They invaded and overthrew the stubborn Khmer Rouge who were too keen on their independence. They also supported the black legend of genocide to justify their own bloody intervention.
We talk too much about evils committed under futurist regimes, and too little about the evils of the greedy rulers. It is not often we remember Bengal famine, Hiroshima holocaust, Vietnam tragedy, or even Sabra and Shatila. Introduction of capitalism in Russia killed more people than introduction of socialism, but who knows that?
Now we may cautiously reassess the brave attempts to reach for socialism in various countries. They were done under harsh, adverse conditions, under threat of intervention, facing hostile propaganda. But let us remember: if socialism failed, so did capitalism. If communism was accompanied by loss of life, so was and is capitalism. But with capitalism, we have no future worth living, while socialism still offers hope to us and our children.
It is at this point about impossible to separate the Truth from Fiction and Propaganda with respect to Mao and Pol Pot. No doubt many died under their Diktats, but how many it really was and exactly how all this death was meted out is pretty hard to determine now. You also of course get no real Numbers on exactly how many Deaths Industrialization has been responsible for either. However, when you look at what is going on in MENA right NOW, and make a few fairly secure projections about the future, you can be pretty sure that Industrialization is going to lead to the Deaths of ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE more people than Mao and Pol Pot put together. I mean really, Fuk-U-Shima BY ITSELF is likely to kill more people than both of those guys, given its location right next to Tokyo. The responsible Genocidal Maniacs are nice Family Men Apparatchiks of the Industrial Corporate State, Faceless and Nameless Salarymen for the most part, but in their Greed and Stupidity they condemn more people to DEATH than Mao or Pol Pot ever did.
To return to where I began in this article with the pre-Industrial Indian peasants looking to “better” the lives of their children by sending them to schools and getting hold of Cell Phones since nobody is wiring them for land line phones in their Huts and Hovels, in one of the GREAT IRONIES of this Civilization Collapse you have this group of people running one way; while over here inside Industrialization Central you have a whole OTHER group of people running in precisely the REVERSE direction. Labelled in my Doomer Science Fiction article under the Amish Fusion Utopians and Transition Townies groups, these are Industrial Lifestyle people now seeking to emulate the kind of Lifestyle impoverished Indians in the Foothills of the Himalayas currently live, but seek to EXIT.
There is a certain tendency if you are aware of what is occurring here to want to run over to India and WAKE UP these farmers and tell them they don’t NEED electricity and Tractors to replace their Oxen, they should be glad they actually still HAVE the Oxen, which will continue to work just fine the next time the Grid collapses in India, which probably won’t be in the very far distant future. Sadly, you are even LESS likely to be able to convince them of this fact of life than you can convince MOST J6Ps here in the FSofA that Happy Motoring is going the way of the Dinosaur.
The end result of this insanity is neither group is going to be happy with the outcome of Civilization Collapse, and both groups are likely to be set against each other at various levels of Warfare, both Civil and International. What most folks who I label as Brave New Worlders don’t seem to grasp or just do not accept as valid is that once the per caita energy falls below Critical Mass and its organizing Monetary System collapses, the kind of One World Order Techno-Fascist State we have now also will collapse, making the Projected Future of Chip Implanted Techno Slaves a highly unlikely outcome overall. Inside the 1st World countries though UNTIL this collapse works its way past the Ringfencing, most certainly you will see ever more loss of Freedom and Gestapo Tactics undetaken to retain control. How long this period lasts is anybody’s guess, but it is hard for me to imagine it can last more than another 20 years or so based on the current depletion rates of high EROEI Oil, even assuming high levels of Demand Destruction. This also igonores the fairly substantial likelihood of full on Global Resource Wars, which may incorporate Thermonuclear Weapons.
Overall as I have projected in many posts and articles since I began Blogging the Collapse in 2007, in aggregate at about all Fractal Levels of our Civilization, what we are immersed in here is a One-to-the-Many breakup which inevitably will result in many smaller Political Units forming up, and how they form up and work to one extent or another is still very much an Open Question just about everywhere. You can be pretty certain SOME kind of structure will step in to replace failing Global Systems in your neighborhood, you just cannot be too sure what it will be or how well it will work. However, the very fact these Units will be smaller and more Local means that as an Individual within a Community, once this fracturing really gets Rolling in your neighborhood, you may have more ability to be an Agent for Change then you do now under the Global Oligarchy.
More likely than a descent into complete Mad Max in all places or Chip-Implanted Brave New World Techno-Slavery is fracturing into smaller Political Units run under varying forms of neo-Feudalism and Warlordism, along with some Tribal and Communal organizations. Rather than a single large scale Ruthless Dictator like an Uncle Joe Stalin or a Pol Pot are many smaller ones. Such personalities are selected for in such a time, because either Actively or Passively, many very difficult choices which end with many deaths end up having to be made. On the positive side though, because the political units are smaller there is a better chance that the Individual can have some effect first on who ends up promoted to such a position of Power, and second on how that Power might be wielded.
In this respect, it is important NOT to “Give Up“, and begin to make the Contacts and at least think about alternative Structures that you might play a significant part in creating inside your comunity. Diner Admin William Hunter Duncan provides a good EXAMPLE to others in his Off the Grid in Minneapolis Blog with the Gardens he grows food for himself. Rather than trying to HIDE that he is doing this to protect himself from Starving Zombies seeking food, he is Cutting the Path and Leading the Way f or others. Hopefully, MORE people will show up at WHDs door and ask him to TEACH them how to do what he does, rather than STEAL from him what he has. As the Chinese Proverb says:
Beyond the Food Production, developing Mutual Protection Schemes for your Community are important. Most people aren’t yet aware of the level of Full Doom we are heading into, but on the other hand I think most people DO know their local communities are becoming less “safe” all the time and require protection schemes the Local Gestapo are not providing, and in fact often working directly against. At this point I think it is becoming more likely you can bring together neighbors for Neighborhood Watch Groups to increase your security.
Finally, if you ARE aware of the level to which this spin down can go, it is still possible to prepare yourself for a Final Bugout. This may not up your survival chances by much or for a very long time, but again, who wants to be the FIRST to go here? If you Value Life, you hang on best as you can, long as you can. If you know what is coming down the pipe here, if you are physically and psychologically PREPARED, you have a far better chance of making it through the Zero Point than those who remain to this day quite CLUELESS about it.
For this reason, I maintain the Doomstead Diner Blog & Forum, and will continue to write on these issues until the Internet Goes Dark. Together, the Diners are stronger than they are Individually and although many of the ideas we discuss have been beaten to death on the 1st generation of Doom Blogs like Peak Oil and LATOC, the message still has not been delivered to many. You can’t Save Everybody, but you CAN…wait for it…
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