Tenfold, It Blew Apart.

40 years ago this summer I stayed up until all hours of the night reading The Stand by Stephen King. I was riveted, couldn't put it down (fourteen years-old seems to be the perfect age for Stephen King). It was based on what was a pretty familiar premise at the time: a weaponized pathogen ("Captain Trips," named in honor of Jerry Garcia) escapes from a government lab and wipes out most of the Earth's population.

Let's just hope that's not what we're seeing here because I really don't want anyone to ever call Stephen King a "prophet." Ever.  

Where Will It End?

Doubling down on a mistake can be costly. Tripling, quadrupling and quintupling down on a failed winnowing/disqualifying protocol masquerading as a cogent political philosophy might bring everything -- and I mean everything-- crashing down.

It's just that no one can seem to wean themselves off all that sweet, delicious, savory dopamine.

Give 'Em Enough Woke

I've long wondered if Woke -- or PC, or whatever you want to call it -- is not some vast, insidious, self-replicating counterintelligence operation, ingeniously designed to not only sabotage but to utterly destroy and disintegrate the businesses and institutions of those who suck on the Woke pipe from within.  

Because if it isn't, it sure as hell acts like one. And now the rotten foundations are beginning to crumble...

Let Me Take You Higher

Esoteric Exhaustion Syndrome: When Ritual Becomes Rote

Siren Christ Pose?

There's a reason rituals fall out of favor: they really get to be exhausting after a while. 

There was such a spate of mass rituals following on the Gotthard Tunnel production -- or the 2012 Olympics, if you want to trace it back to when things really started to get out of hand -- that it's just becoming a chore to keep track of them all.