Full Bellies… Empty Lives?

Dear Friends,

It seems to me, throughout human history, until only a few decades ago, most people lived with empty bellies but had fulfilled lives. Now our bellies are full and our lives are empty. Our lives are no longer than they were when we were hungry, because now we die of heart ailments due to obesity, lack of exercise and the clot shot. Who has a more contented life, a peasant from Russia in 1917, or a meth head in a trailer park in Reno? The children of the Russian peasant might become cannon fodder, or write a world renowned book, while the children of the meth head fill the belly of Moloch, or take their parent’s nihilistic path. The elite would have us think there is no solution to the hopelessness, nihilism and empty lives they created, other then to give the elite totalitarian powers. I disagree.

Nihilism is alien to the content while contentment is alien to the nihilist. People with a family, home, children and job, don’t set around thinking about how irrelevant life is… they are experiencing how relevant it is, first hand. While the nihilist who is setting around dwelling on him or herself, all day long, thinking of nothing else, cannot imagine how anyone could be content, fulfilled and especially, satisfied with life. They are like different species trying to employ empathy… a fish imagining the life of a polar bear, and visa versa. No matter how many ring dings, doughnuts and hoo hoos a nihilist eats, the high fructose corn syrup will never fill the void of an empty life. Even as the person with a fulfilled life avoids sugary snacks… to be with their loved ones as long as possible.

People who are fulfilled and content are not easily manipulated, while people who are agitated and uncertain, are putty in the hands of crafty psychopaths. Getting a family man to set his home on fire, to protest an injustice that has nothing to do with him, is a monumental task. Manipulating someone who is already angry, hopped up on oxy, and nihilistic to set their apartment block on fire, to protest some manufactured injustice, is easy peasy. Heck, the most hopeless, stupid and nihilistic will set their own cars on fire in the protest… then whine they can’t get their crack, without a ride. Angry nihilists then become a permanent underclass, demoralized to the point of suicide, if they can make someone else pay as well. Just as riling up the contented, is like riling up set cement, and concrete is impermeable.

It makes perfect sense, if you don’t think about it too much, that we can have either enriched, fulfilled and content lives… else be well fed. That is not the case at all. When the American boys turned up to be sacrificed to Ares during World War One, the scrawny Europeans called the Americans, “Dough Boys,” because the Americans had meat between their bones and skin. In other words, back then, America had solved the dilemma. Americans lived both fulfilled and well fed lives. Anything that happened in the past is by definition… possible. To argue otherwise is to argue against empirical reality. Since it is possible to have well fed, content people, why wouldn’t nations strive for this above all things? Instead they seek well fed nihilists. Almost like the elite want a permanent underclass?

Today we are looking at energy famine, and eating bugs, while we watch our remaining children sterilized. We have not only lost our fulfillment, contentment and satisfaction with life, but we are also loosing our ability to become obese to cope with it. Are we that easily manipulated? Will we allow ourselves to be sterilized, starved and our humanity taken away? We need to be the concrete that is not only hard to rile up but impermeable to tyrants. Be cement and don’t accept nihilism in our schools, defend American values, and think about others. Do the right thing, not because you are following some leader, or law, but because it is the right thing. Join together to make this a world where children are cherished, well fed and have a future. Lead by example and be the cement in our societal concrete.

Sincerely,

John Pepin