Well, this is sad. The more sensitive among us, like Ruppert, who love the beauty and majesty of this planet and yes, even homo sapiens from time to time, grieve deeply for how terribly awry our “evolution” has been ransacked by the curse of left brain dominance. We feel like fish out of water, careening and jerking madly to and fro, hoping against hope that the next convulsion will somehow bring the comforting embrace of surrounding waters.
Trying to thrive in such an out of balance, bizarro-World environment becomes a grueling task. We feel like Atlas holding up the History of the World, like the Gang of Four sang about so resonantly. Inevitably we slip, berate ourselves for our imagined self-importance, and struggle further. Back and forth, back and forth we go on this self-immolating treadmill, wondering how we can maintain any shred of integrity. Life becomes a series of embarrassing exercises in denial, or we just end being a bummer to be around.
I certainly didn’t agree with all of what Michael Ruppert reported on (Peak Oil, Israelis not being involved in 9/11), but man, I sure feel like I know what he was going through. Being down and out in America is a tough gig, and you will get very little sympathy from anyone. He did his best to live up to being a voice “From the Wilderness,” and he was courageous during his life as a Targeted Individual.
Be at peace; your work is done (for now). And say hello to Wendy O. Williams and Hunter Thompson for me, wouldja Mike?