That first edition of Swag*inista Radio is up and live, y’all. It’s pretty much a spoken word version of my recently published article, ““Is There an Exit Door to This Damn Handbasket?”: My Struggle, My Story, My Voice, My Project”, which outlines a condensed version of my life story, who I am today, what I’m about, and what this whole Grove project is about. Check it out. Don’t forget to like, subscribe, hit the bell to be part of the “notification squad”, join the Grove, and donate on Patreon or GoFundMe (if you are able to). Let’s go forth, y’all, and build a great nation!
Good day to you. You can call me Mesonoptic – “Meso” for short – and I’m quite literally the reincarnation of Joseph Stalin.
Well, not really, of course. I am only such in the eyes of those who think that being pro-civilization, caring about others, being pro-justice, being a good steward of the environment, and – amongst others and most notably – being suppressed and seeking the better life that I, as a caring, hard-working, dedicated, civilized human being, deserve, means that I must be the next stage of a brutal dictator with daddy issues who corrupted Marx, Lenin, and Trotsky’s good sense and reason into a Charlie Foxtrot that sunk what started out as a grand experiment in civilization, freshly wrested from the control of a royal jackass.
The thing about being human is that, with very few exceptions, we all need bonds with other humans, opportunity, purpose, dignity, and a place to belong and call home, amongst many other basics.
I, however, am not nearly that fortunate.
I was born autistic, but only recently diagnosed (more on that later). Despite my limitations, I nonetheless have always tried my best to show myself friendly, be academically & intellectually-oriented, and be an asset to myself and my community. Sure, I’ve stumbled many times in the process, but, perfect, I ain’t.
That worked out as splendidly as a drunken cow on crutches attempting to do the limbo with a scurry of sober squirrels. Such was apparent on my very first day of school. Kindergarten. Getting teased, mocked, and roughed up on the playground – with not a care in the world from teachers or other staff, of course. I was told things would be better from the days of daycare, but nope, they weren’t. In fact, they got worse. This “being told things will be better when I get to _____” theme has cropped up again and again and again in my life, as any large transition approached. Each and every time, that turned out to be an utter falsehood.
The abuse continued through elementary school into middle school. Several themes that popped up included, but were not limited to:
– My elementary school was solidly majority-black, with a notable minority of Latinos. I was a very bookish kid, and loved the arts and sciences. That apparently made me “not really Black”. I found out real quick that was very common – Martin Luther King, Jr. was surely spinning in his grave at 10,000 RPM at how much mess I, and surely others like me, received.
– A perception that because I wasn’t interested in sports, gangsta rap, cars, and other “manly” things, I, of course, “must” be gay.
– Making most of the abuse psychological, which would, of course, be taken less seriously – and, oftentimes, not seriously at all – by authority figures. This was especially a thing when I was in grade school, as most teachers at the time were still of that “old-school” “suck it up” mentality. It has lessened these days, but still does exist in large quantity.
Worth mentioning specifically was my fourth grade year. My teacher that year was this highly old-school (read: backwards) high middle aged black woman, Mrs. Lewis.
Now, as I stated earlier, my autism was not diagnosed until very recently. But, looking back – hindsight is 20/20, after all – I think she cottoned on to that fact, and saw her chance to make a denialist point, abuse an easy target, or perhaps both.
Now, this conjecture is not baseless or without merit. Ever since my diagnosis, an old, dormant memory has been dormant no more: a rant one morning about autism. This being 2002, the flood of controversy and research in response to the 1998 paper in The Lancet that allegedly linked vaccines and autism was in full swing.
She dismissed the alleged link… then followed it up with a real doozy:
“Autism is not even a real condition. It was made up by liberals to make excuses for kids that misbehave, for kids to run wild with the backing of so-called ‘science’. The solution is not to be gentle, it’s good whoopings. Look at my generation, before all this mess – we turned out fine!”
(No, y’all did not, but that’s a topic for a future piece.)
Also… sound familiar?
So, I definitely could see her targeting me for that reason, and in general; after all, someone that horrid would definitely do it “in general”, as well.
I mean, the woman was so horrible that there were multiple times that she humiliated me so badly in front of the entire class that I was curled up in a ball under my desk with the waterworks fully turned on, with everyone just having a ball laughing, pointing, and mocking.
The abuse didn’t stop at school, either. The other “youths” in the neighborhood, those at church, as well as my “own blood”, joined in, as well. Most notable of the latter category were my sisters and my very own “mother”. I’d mention my “father”, as well, but I never knew him – I was an “accident”; the result of a messy “hook up”. So, no father or paternal family side for yours truly.
In the seventh grade, I was required to have one semester of physical education. There was an issue with my schedule, though – there were no classes that could be moved to accommodate a regular P.E. period. So, in my second semester, I, along with the other students who had the same kind of situation going on, had to arrive for a “period zero” P.E. class before school actually got started.
One morning, I got to school quite early, since my grandmother had an early client appointment at the beauty shop. Instruction said that if the door to the locker room was unlocked prior to the arrival of the coach, to go inside, change, and wait on the bench next to the entrance to the gym. So, I started doing what was called for. Nobody else had arrived yet.
A couple of minutes later, Hunter (not his real name) arrived. Didn’t know much about him except that he was on some school team or another (couldn’t have cared any less about any damn birds except for the real ones). He locked the door behind him, however, and placed a cinder block from a makeshift dumbbell against it. That was puzzling, but I didn’t think much of it. At least not for 30 seconds or so, because the next thing I knew, I was up against one of the rows of lockers with 175 pounds of 6′ 4″ jock holding 100 pound, 5 foot me in place from behind. I was so dumbfounded by what had just transpired that I would have remained silent and still anyway, even without his warning to me to keep my lips zipped, garnished with a lovely “of course, you should enjoy this anyway, faggot.”
Oh, good morning to you, years-long-and-stale assumptive perception of my sexuality – finally reached your apex, I see.
Why wasn’t I surprised?
Anyway, the next few minutes seemed like an eternity. I’ll spare y’all the details, but let’s just say there was much penetration involved. He finished, let me go, and removed the blockades. I was terrified of him from then on, and didn’t dare report it and possibly bring the wrath of his buddies on me.
High school eventually came around. It was suggested to me to attend a small private school, as maybe that would be different. But, of course, it wasn’t. No sexual or physical abuse here like middle school – purely psychological. But, still severe enough to where I figured that the school was a waste of money. I returned to public school to finish. About 3/5 of the way through that year, shortly after the winter break, the same damn guy who did what he did in middle school decided to not only repeat what he had done a few years prior, but take it even further. No repercussions for him, once again (naturally).
Things didn’t improve any at the university. In fact, they got worse. See, bullies are much more limited in high school than they are at the college level. I lasted 1.5 months at the first place, until the exclusion and abuse got to me and culminated in my fist connecting with one of the guilty parties – starting my lovely seven-year journey through, and my waking up to the mess of, AmeriKKKa’s “justice system”. Started over a-fresh at a new place, but the same mess continued. I managed to get the better part of two years under my belt before I went into a downward spiral after being lured into a secluded area and, of course and yet again, being sexually assaulted by several “frat bros” because I spoke out against the feudalist nature of fraternity culture on my radio show. That put an end to that, and exacerbated my horribly negative experiences with the aforementioned abomination of a “justice system”. When one is up against police who are in cahoots with those who did you wrong, well, good dang luck to ya!
We’re now in the middle of 2011, which remains, to this day, the worst year of my life. But, I somehow made it to 2012.
2012 through to this lovely year of 2017 of the Common Era were, as were the years that preceded it, mostly blurs. After all, quite frankly, these days, I’m too exhausted to remember many details. But I do remember much, nonetheless.
I remember, after years of being a faithful liberal (American definition) Democrat, finally deciding to truly get involved in 2012. I attended what I believe was a viewing event for the State of the Union speech (or some sort of speech important enough to be televised in the evening on all the big networks) by then-President Obama, during which I was approached by staff for what was then Wendy Davis’s bid for re-election to the Texas State Senate, recruiting paid canvassers.
“Sure!” I remember saying.
I didn’t last long. Remember – this was before I knew I am autistic, so I found out the hard(er) way that I simply could not handle canvassing, especially with the way people treated me when I innocently knocked on their doors. I’ll never forget the dude in Arlington who pulled the shotgun on me – that was quite the experience. I do remember a very kind old lady in the H-E-B area, though, that really warmed my heart. She was great. But, mostly, it was just more realization that there’s just *something* about me that makes most people treat me as if I’m simply gum under their shoes or something. I, to this day, simply cannot put my thumb on exactly *why*, either, and that’s what is really something else. Am I a re-incarnation of someone truly evil – so evil that I’m getting punished in *this* life for their misdeeds? Who even *is* that evil? Hitler, I suppose. Good grief, though.
Beyond and above that, this was where I really got acquainted with the phenomenon of workplace bullying. Oh, yes, these people were not above giving me a repeat of what happened to me in high school and college. No sir, not at all.
Other Democratic organizations, including the party itself, were no better, of course. It was this experience that woke me up to the fact that, despite how much liberals love to run their mouths about caring for the downtrodden, it’s pretty much all talk. When some amongst their ranks saw it fit to abuse and exclude me, the rest didn’t see it fit to stand up for me, or step in and be better to me than those who actively sought to put me down. There was abuse on one side, and on the other side was straight-up radio silence. And, as anyone decent acknowledges, silence is complicity. Real “progressive” of y’all; I’m simply so *warmed* by y’all’s bottomless “warmth” towards me!
After a similar experience with the 2014 campaign, where I volunteered for Wendy Davis’s run for Governor of Texas, and a short stint working for another fine local Dem who, quite frankly, reminded me of Mrs. Lewis (not to mention looking like her, too, except not as fat) I finally completed waking to how the Democrats, and liberals in general, may run their mouths, but at the end of the day, they simply do not care about me.
Outside of that, it was mostly a story of “meet someone, think I’ve found a friend, then they crap on me somehow”. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat – so many times that I lost count. One of them, naturally, had a go at sexual assault, himself. Third time’s the charm, this was not. It was during this five-year period when what was left of my faith pretty much croaked, as well, for obvious reasons. Did I mention how every church I tried attending turned out to be cold as Siberian ice, too?
As I stated, I didn’t actually find out that I am autistic until last year. Definitely shed oodles of light on a large contributor to why I’ve always struggled so much with regards to actually having much human bonding in my life. When one is so different than “normal” (as much as “normal” is anything more than a setting on a washer), especially in a shallow society like this one, it’s gonna be ostracism for you unless you live in a really progressive community that actually thinks deeply, cares, and is willing to understand. And, while they do exist, they are quite rare.
Why wasn’t I aware until so recently? Well, according to my grandmother, “the doctors told me that you had… something, but I didn’t want to continue with treatment or anything; I didn’t want anything to be wrong with you”.
I do appreciate the good intentions, for sure, but one also has to acknowledge that they also make up the pavement on the way to hell…
Why did I write, and record, this piece? Well, the simple fact of the matter is, I need to, and it’s more than time for this to be published and broadcast. I am 25 years old, the epitome of world weary, and have yet to finally *live*, rather than just merely have a tortured existence. I try my best to be a good person. I put in effort; I work hard. I am community-oriented, and a good steward of the environment and beyond. I love learning. Love the arts and sciences. I’m laid back and no-nonsense. Keep an open mind towards so many hobbies and interests. Yeah, when resisting mess, one has to get one’s hands dirty, but it’s all for a worthy goal. Those few people who choose to see value in me, I am very loyal and warm towards. I am not a bad person; I do not deserve what I’ve and I’m been and being forced to “live” though. For as much talk as there is about people and their families (“me and my family”)… What about those of us without one? Are we supposed to just wither on the vine?
I don’t seek caviar on a silver platter. Not even close. I seek, for starters, the complete family I’ve never truly had. There’s very little of my blood that cares about me – not that I’m not thankful for the ones that do – but a little just doesn’t cut the mustard, especially when that little still doesn’t really understand you, and you aren’t able to connect with and network from. Family in this context, of course, means having a real group and network of friends in life. The aforementioned is the key to unlocking so much of the rest of what I need. Community, opportunity, basic overall prosperity, a sense of worth, a place to call home (’cause it sure ain’t in North Texas!). And while “you only need a couple of real friends” is a nice thought, that is simply not practical, especially in a modern world. Besides, most people have oodles. Once again, why should I settle for less than what a human needs?
So many years of abuse, so many years of going without so much of what a human being needs have drained me, big time. I have to basically “force” myself to operate, somehow, through each and every day. The hobbies and interests that I have developed over the years have pretty much gone “on ice”, as I’ve wrung as much enjoyment as I can out of engaging in them alone, and even have had the abuse and ostracism reach me within them (especially in gaming).
I am a human being with value just as much as anyone else. And, like anyone else, I have basic needs – community, opportunity, a home, et cetera – that are also plain-and-simple human rights. After all, one of the aspects that separates civilization from what ain’t is ensuring that everyone within it who contributes to it gets their fair slice of what it has to offer. I have busted my butt my entire life to be the best person I can be and put in effort for success, and I won’t stand by and let selfish human trash demonize me for such and put me off the fight for what I deserve; what I have earned.
I write, and record, this piece to kick off a new era of broadcasting for me.
I’ve tried my hand before at doing the blogging and broadcasting thing, but those endeavors petered out because of the simple fact that I simply wasn’t yet aware of my autism and hadn’t quite woke to the full picture yet. I mean, like I’ve mentioned – up until early 2015, I was quite loyal to the Democratic Party here in the U.S. They say hindsight is 20/20 – and whoo, doggies, was I an ignoroid for thinking that such a neofeudalist entity actually gave a bacteria on a flying rat’s patoot about me!
I’m bringing my voice because what I have seen – what I have been put on the wrong end of – is a system known as what I just mentioned the proponents of. Neofeudalism.
Ain’t much civilization to be found in the United States, but it’d sure as hell be nice to go to some place that’s closer to civilization than Texas is. I need some place where I can say least have a decent shot at thriving. This ain’t it, for multiple reasons – one of the most notable being that a cosmopolitan, large city provides better opportunities for the downtrodden; that’s no surprise, considering how the city is such an important part of the lives of sapient beings and their civilizations. Of course, the issue with that is that if I don’t wanna be on the streets where I do, I’d need to go somewhere I have a friend who has room for someone who is more than willing to be a positive part of the household. And we already know what’s up with my situation when it comes to the phenomenon known as “friends”…
To everyone who has abused me, I sure as hell don’t appreciate y’all out what y’all did. Y’all are the reason I suffer from severe depression and have PTSD, among much else both mental and physical, despite never having seen a war zone in my life. Those of y’all who remain proud of what y’all did, or who have let it fall by the wayside – I wish y’all the best in y’all’s treatment for sociopathy and psychopathy, and that y’all get into a civilization mindset soon. I did nothing to deserve what I got from y’all. The damage is real. So far, the only reason I haven’t offed myself is because my exhaustion with this crappy “life” hasn’t yet outweighed my fear of death. But, that definitely has the potential to change if things don’t change soon. I have been in this mess for a quarter of a damn century, after all…
Perhaps there are some of y’all who actually have remorse. I am fully of the mindset that those who have done wrong can always atone. This, of course, includes y’all. Any of y’all that see this and are mature enough to want to apologize and start doing right by me – as I simply wanted to do y’all from the start – the door is more than open to apologize. Yes, Hunter; yes, Anthony; yes, Brayden and company – this even includes y’all.
To everyone I did wrong due to my autism, I apologize. I thought I was operating alright, but I wasn’t.
Much is made of how I operate friendship wise. Rather than thinking that “going with the flow” is the only way, I acknowledge that friendship, being at it’s core a fairly simple bond between people, can be established on a simple “handshake and hug”, and worked on from there. No need for “seeing if we ‘click’” (barf); the ‘clicking’ is all parties being civilized, healthy sapient beings.
Aside from my literal inability to operate in that fashion (remember, autistic), the fact remains that I am 25 years old and have been put through more than most people experience and get put through in their entire lives. I’m in poor health – basically I’m already an old man despite chronology – and I simply don’t have the time left to gamble on “bonds” whose meaning is left to the winds to decide. I have time for serious people and serious bonding that will allow me to have a decent shot at experiencing a happy life with family, love, holidays, birthdays, and good times before my number is up. I will be extremely fortunate to experience 40, even if things were to literally immediately do a 180 for me. That’s just how much my health has been affected.
Real friendship – and any real bond for that matter – means putting in effort and not being petty; this, of course, applies to all sides. I’ve seen many “friends” show their fakery through constant beratement, as if I was/am just some major foul-up who can’t do a single thing right. Getting all cheesed at me for small mess, as if I had offed their first born or something. I’m talking things that either are complete non-factors or our little “oopsies” that rational people just move on from. Now, yes, having a bond with me means that we’re really going to have to stick to that old saying about friendship that goes, “True friends are like stars; you may not always see them, but they are nonetheless there.” I appreciate each and everyone who sees it fit to share friendship with me, even though we may not get to talk as often as ideal. I apologize for that, and encourage the joining of my Discord server and Skype groups, as well as the following of my blogs, so it’s easier to keep in touch and keep everyone updated. Trying to make up for 25 years all at once is one hell of a full time job!
That said, real bonding is about keeping in touch. Putting in best effort on all sides to do so. I certainly bring that, myself, and I don’t see why I’m thought of as being irrational for expecting that of the other side.
This whole Stormy Grove Nation project, its reason for existing, is because humanity’s nature as a cooperative species got corrupted long, long ago. “At the dawn of agriculture” long ago. We evolved to be a social species. That means we are meant to survive, thrive, and progress through working together community-style, family style.
We could have continued on the path of being a social, civilized species, but this was the sociopaths’ chance to spring into action and seize the wealth and corrupt power they so desired. So, they did. In order to further their goals and cement their positions, they spread myths that placed an air of “legitimacy” around them, and put in place the complete opposite of what a social species is about – competition with each other as the basis for society. Proto-feudalism was born – and its legacy, neo-feudalism, endures today. I’ll be exploring this topic in more depth in a soon to come piece.
There’s much that civilized people are up against, in the form of the neo-feudalist system as a whole, down to it’s pillars of support, liked the bigots who deny science-and-observable-reality-backed fact. It’s about resistance.
I remember reading about the Sandinistas, the civilization-minded Nicaraguans who resisted the United States’ illegitimate occupation of their country in the 1930s. They were a great example of not being in the least afraid to stand up to those who sought to oppress them.
This whole Stormy Grove Nation project of mine, “The Grove”, is about the recipients of suppression, and those who aren’t suppressed, themselves, but are decent enough to actually care about those who are, resisting the oppression, and the oppressors. Building a “society within society” – a “nation” in the sense of “a people” – that stands on the real, positive principles I’ve mentioned in this piece. It’s about standing for progress and civilization, with class and swagger. It’s from the aforementioned, and considering the example of the Sandinistas, that I have come to consider myself a… “Swag’inista” if you will, starting this new multimedia, hard-truths broadcasting endeavor.
Five “C”s came to me almost ten years ago, that definitely make up a great foundation for the Grove: operating with Class, sticking by your Comrades with Cogency, as you stand for Civilization, looking onto the mess that dominates today with Contempt.
Now, I’m fully aware a good number of y’all will disappear upon seeing this piece by me. That’s fine. Y’all are just more soldiers in the ranks of the forces who wish to see me continue to suffer. Who I’m concerned with are the real ones amongst y’all – those of y’all who will see it fit to, after reading/listening to and really absorbing this piece, will stand with me in being there to lift me, and others like me, up. Them are the basics. Joining the Grove whole hog ain’t a necessity – being a friend of the Grove is more than adequate! – but the basics are.
An oasis can be built within the wasteland, and with enough strength within that oasis, the whole dang wasteland can be transformed. But that will take dedication to the aforementioned, starting with giving an actual care about the human being in need who wrote the piece you just read. Will you grab a shovel, be there for me, and stand alongside me for a great cause, or will you happily ignore, abuse, and abandon like so many others before?
We have a lot of devices nowadays that need power. Portable power. Ever since the first batteries in the 1800s, humanity’s need for portable power storage has increased dramatically. Nowadays, we’re even reaching a point where batteries are not able to keep up with the demand of many of today’s tech (ever noticed how fast your smartphone’s battery drains while, say, playing Pokemon Go?). But for now, we have a decent battery tech – lithium ion batteries.
It’s beyond the scope of this bit post to go into the technical details, (check the above-embedded video from ThioJoe for more on those) but these batteries tend to have a lot of power in a small package. Therefore, it is imperative that the manufacturing quality be kept near a perfect ten. And, generally (once again, refer to the video), with the big-name brands and their quality control, it is.
Unfortunately, there is a pandemic of cheap crap (mainly originating from no-name Chinese companies) being sold at below-the-bargain-basement prices to people who aren’t savvy enough to make sure they’re getting a quality product. Hell, it’s better to buy a used, maybe somewhat older name-brand – say, phone, or pair of wireless headphones – than it is to get a new knockoff. But, a lot of people buy this garbage… and most often, when you hear about exploding devices/batteries or devices just not acting up to par/failing early, they are in the “cheap crap” category. It’s not worth the wasted money, environmental toll, or the health hazards. Go quality.
It’s the perfect time to have a talk with everyone in my life presently, as well as to everyone and no one in particular.
My life experience so far has been defined by being relegated to the rock bottom of society; being an outcast. Denied family, denied opportunity, denied prosperity, denied dignity… overall, denied life itself. After all, just because one exists as an entity does not mean that one is ‘living’. I have, indeed, existed for quite a while – this July 18, it will be a quarter of a century.
Of course, anyone who is a quality human being – who is opposed to the concept of and the system of neofeudalism that placed me where I am – realizes that what I’ve been put through is complete B.S. and is reprehensible. Civilized peoples acknowledge the fact that all sapient beings have fundamental rights – from the right to meaningful employment to the right to ‘family’/community to the right to physical mobility and beyond. The right to the ingredients necessary for a life that is worth living. And the Grove is all about civilization.
I’m a fighter. I’m someone to not passively accept being relegated to the rock bottom of society. I’m not taking this sitting down. I have resisted this mess from the get go, and I am consistently doing so today. I won’t ever stop. The Grove is the apex of this resistance.
I recently put up a GoFundMe campaign for the Grove that, together with the Codex here on the site, and the content on the rest of the site and our other outlets, sums up what we’re all about nicely. Be sure to check the aforementioned out. And here is, unabridged, the full text of the Stormy Grove Nation’s GoFundMe campaign page:
Look around. No, not just around the room/area you’re in – though you certainly want to do that, especially if you’re currently in public.
No, look around at American, and world, society today. Really have a deep, meaningful scan of it – then do some thinking, from a rational person’s point of view.
I’ll wait a bit.
…Alrighty, so we have both realized the truth. We have a new twist on an old chestnut – feudalism – and it’s taken the world by storm. Let’s call it “neo-feudalism”.
Civilization has a hard definition, and is, indeed, a quantifiable concept. It’s built on individuals of a social species – which includes humans; our nature was corrupted out of us by sociopaths at the dawn of agriculture and that persists today – and their families/groups uniting to form a society – a collective – bigger than themselves; choosing to see both their own group and their entire society as family. An entity made possible by and powered by co-operation and a “we” mentality that creates a healthy, sustainable, prosperous environment where everyone is included, has what they need for fulfilling/meaningful/productive lives, moves firmly in a forward direction, where everyone does their part to build and sustain, and where ostracism and denigration are reserved for those who have shown themselves actually worthy of such.
But, the thing about it is, such real civilization has room for everyone to be rationally prosperous, and for everyone to have equal rights and opportunity; for income inequality to be low and for the borders between sub-societies to be like chain-link fencing with unlocked gates present rather than foreboding brick walls surrounded with barbed wire. There’s no room for an elite of any form to form a cabal and gain an unfair upper hand; no room for people to see those outside of their ‘cliques’ as meaningless ‘strangers’. There’s no room for McMansions; for people lacking utility reasons to nonetheless be driving Hummers and Tahoes. There’s no room for”There’s me and my boys/girls/homies/fam and that’s all that matters”.
Unfortunately, most people have decided that civilization is not really their thing. Greed, tribalism, and selfishness are pandemics. Therefore, we have ended up with a society that is the polar opposite of civilization; one that includes all of the negative elements present in the previous paragraph and more.
How we got here is both surprisingly simple and thoroughly disgusting.
There are several steps that lead, and indeed have led, to neo-feudalist societies.
It starts with a pandemic of, as mentioned above, greed, tribalism, and selfishness. Every society has a limits on how much social and economic wealth, in any form, exists inside of it. There are lower, softer limits that can be permeated through advancement in the sciences, but there is always a hard limit that simply cannot be breached.
In a civilized, sustainable society, everyone has the basics that they, as sapient beings, have a right to. Sure, there’s going to be some who have more than others, but that ‘more’ is never excessively so.
But for those who are of a selfish mindset, this rational prosperity is not enough. They want more. They want as much as they can get, by Jove!
So, in comes the plan: take the concept of “majority rule” found in the concepts of democracy and republicanism, and use them to a nefarious end: as a solid majority of the population, unite into a ‘bloc of elites’. Designate the remainder of the population as an underclass, with a subset of said underclass being straight-up ‘untouchables’ who get almost totally left out. For further effect, propagandize the underclass to turn against each other, to prevent a ‘united underclass’ situation.
What this means is a system where a privileged majority – those with prosperity or the opportunity to see their ability to get prosperity in life succeed – has suppressed the rest, relegating them to lives of loneliness, lack of prosperity, lack of opportunity, and overall having empty lives. After all, sapience means needing certain things. Being in the underclass means having those needs kept from you.
An especially nefarious element of this situation is that this elite-underclass system is completely arbitrary. It does not follow gender, race, sexual, ethnic, geographical, cultural, or any other similar sorts of lines. Therefore, it is a hard ‘target’ to ‘lock onto’; it flies ‘under the radar’ of even the most ardent pro-justice/pro-civilization entities out there.
“But, how can there be a designated underclass?”, you might be asking. “Can’t they simply work hard to get themselves out of their situations; overcome the societal situation?”
Well, grasshopper, you make a very good inquiry. Unfortunately, the answer is “no, we can’t”. Remember how I mentioned how, in any society, there’s limits on how much social and economic prosperity exist? Well, think of a giant pie. In civilization, everyone has, at the minimum, an adequate slice of pie. Some slices are bigger, but they’re all rationally sized. In neo-feudalism, a majority of people have taken all of the pie. They have massive slices, while the rest have no slices.
It’s not like those in the underclass can get slices; those are all gone! We may be able to nibble on a few crumbs, but that’s about it. There’s no magically making more pie appear.
After this system is in place, after the underclass has been designated and ‘walled in’, then comes the “shift the blame game”. Despite the fact there are no slices left for us, the elite majority has taken control of the narrative and perpetuated a false series of memes that falsely shift the blame to us.
You see, the underclass… we have worked hard, and do work hard, just like those not relegated to this ‘caste’. In fact, we have even more so, because when one’s efforts to get a life worth living after being relegated to said underclass are actively sabotaged, one has no choice but to either keep working, or give up and remove oneself from this mortal coil – mentally or physically. Sitting on our butts is not an option. Anyone who pays attention knows this fact. They see us busting our asses, but getting nowhere.
This false narrative has created an environment where, when the system is spoken out against, the replies from the arbiters of the system – the elite majority – have the common refrain, “well, if you work hard, you’ll get out of there! the fact you’re stuck there means you are being lazy and just asking for handouts!”
Indeed, in civilization, hard work always pays off. But in neofeudalism, hard work is sabotaged if you’re not part of the elite.
“I have this great life because I worked hard for it! Stop asking for handouts and pity and just work!”
And so long as your life is great without being in excess, great! I’m proud that you are fortunate and lucky enough for your hard work to have paid off! I mean, it’s truly sad that we’ve ended up where we’ve ended up… but the fact of the matter is, that’s what inevitably happens when a society values competition rather than cooperation.
People on both sides of the the ‘Great Caste Divide’ standing above the fray and choosing to be civilized thinkers and govern themselves accordingly. To unite.
To realize that for all the talk there is about people “and their families” nowadays, people seem to forget that there’s a large number of people who don’t have families. I’m included in that demographic. Who’s talking about us and opening their lives – their families – to us? Next to no one. It’s time for there to be a society, an organization, a project that stands as one big family for people who lack such in their lives, and for those who have family but still wanna be a part of a pro-civilization coalition of communities.
Unfortunately, there currently exists no united society to stand against this mess. There are many people flapping their gums, claiming they stand against the system, claiming they are pro-civilization… but most really don’t; they’re putting on a front. A high-level example is the U.S. Democratic Party.
There do exist entities that are real and serious, but they are too small and disparate to make much of any kind of real impact.
This is where The Stormy Grove comes into the picture.
Think of the Grove as a society. One made up of smaller communities that, as stated earlier, have united under one ‘tent’. It aims to be a beacon of civilization, an island of welcoming, in an uncivilized world. To be a place for those on either side of the ‘divide’ who are enlightened to reality. To broadcast the message that those of us relegated to the underclass and our allies are demanding the ‘better’ – the civilization – that we deserve. To show the neofeudalist system that we’re united in standing against this mess. To show that we’re dedicated to standing for real civilization in general, with no hesitation.
In the online and physical realms and beyond, the Grove’s presence fills a sorely-in-need void.
Like any society, the Grove is made up of elements, both present already and in-my-vision. Our website. Our Discord server. Our Google+ and Twitter outlets. Our YouTube channel. Our overall community/media ‘network’, Project Cybersyn, and more.
The Grove is a place that epitomizes ‘unity in diversity’. Everyone who’s anyone is intellectually curious and engages in classy hobbies and interests. Within the Grove, my vision is to see different groups – “corps”, if you will – centered around hobbies and interests – as well as other elements like geographical/political entities.
Frankly, the only way to effectively resist neofeudalism is for all civilization thinkers to unite. Period. This is the only way to blow holes in the foundation of neo-feudalism. In a nutshell, it’s an organization made by, for, and of pro-civilization types; from both the underclass, as well as those not in the underclass who have chosen to rise above the fray.
For more details, go and check out our website: http://stormygrove.net!
The Bottom Line
The Grove, in order to succeed, can’t just be a small barely-a-blip on the radar with one person at the helm. It must have support in order to succeed. After all, it is a society project, and a man is not an island – especially when it comes to an undertaking as big as this one. There’s gotta be community-building, dosh-flow for operating and expansion costs, and more!
With a project like the Grove on the scene, not only do people in the underclass who need that family-style in life and a community-fueled boost to a life worth living benefit, but everyone does – thanks to the positive effects pro-civilization actions have. I mean, really – think for a moment just how much crime happens because of people with neo-feudalist attitudes not caring what they do to people they consider an “other”, and because people relegated to the underclass have to resort to such activity in order to survive. And that’s just one example!
The biggest positive action you can take is to join the Grove project. No absurd rituals or hazing, simply a commitment to the cause! You can find more information on our site.
The Grove also needs financial support to build and do our thing. That’s why we’re here on GoFundMe! 🙂 If you have the ability, please see to it that you support this awesome, necessary endeavor. You can do so right here on GoFundMe, or through the other means, such as Patreon or Flattr, that you can find more information on on our website.
Aside from monetary contributions, physical items such as clothing, electronics, bicycles, and motorbikes also go a long way towards helping this operation keep chugging along. And, of course, any community needs volunteers from its ranks, as well. Whether it be helping run the Grove’s social media outlets, filling a time slot on the radio side, writing for the blog, or simply choosing to affiliate with/’rep’ the Grove on your own YouTube channel/website/whatever… every task plays a vital role. Where can you find your road map? Sure enough – on the site! :3
Contributing to this effort, this cause, can come in many forms. Of course, there’s the conventional way, which can happen through the Venmo, Patreon, Flattr, and/or GoFundMe links in the sidebars. But there’s other ways, too. Physical items such as clothing, electronics, bicycles, and motorbikes also go a long way towards helping this operation keep chugging along. And, of course, any community needs volunteers from its ranks, as well. Whether it be helping run the Grove’s social media outlets, filling a time slot on the radio side, writing for the blog, or simply choosing to affiliate with/’rep’ the Grove on your own YouTube channel/website/whatever… every part plays a vital role. This is a community, something that’s about “we”, rather than just a “one man” operation.
Words can’t describe how important this is to me, really, but I have, am, and will continue trying my best. In a “life” with so much in the way of voids that need filling, in need of such uplift, a “life” suppressed – that has rode me hard and put me up wet… this project is my “hail Mary” of sorts for me. I’ve had to live like this – lacking family, short of bonds, lacking real opportunity, lacking prosperity, lacking dignity and just overall lacking a real life that’s worth living – for over two decades by this point. I’m only human, and humans have certain needs. They go unfulfilled long enough, and it takes a severe toll on health – mentally and physically. This is truly my last move – aside from the fact that my energy levels will be too low for any more if this endeavor fails, there’s also the fact that this project is truly the only real pursuit I have open. It’s necessary to lift me up, to lift those in situations like mine up, and to overall be a pro-civilization force.
There’s been a few good people who have stepped into my life, who have chosen to share friendship and that family-style. There’s still a long way to go towards a full network, of course – new friends, new ‘fam’. I’m thankful for y’all who have stepped up so far, and I thank all who will choose to step up in the future. To those of y’all who have stepped up, and those of y’all who will step up… I ask that y’all try y’all’s best towards me in friendship, just as I do of myself towards y’all. If you haven’t read in the Codex yet, refer to the articles in the Codex where I discuss real friendship, especially 100% No-Bull Friendship, for elaboration. It’s all about that family-style, y’all. In order for my life to become worth living, in order for this project to succeed… a solid network of real friends is imperative. As I discuss in the Codex, friendship doesn’t have to always be the traditional idea of friendship most people have; so long as two people commit to a bond with each other, and they’re serious, that’s friendship. Let’s take the Grove as an example. This community, if (hopefully when) successful… we’re talking thousands… tens of thousands… hundreds of thousands… even perhaps millions, of participants. Obviously, knowing everyone else in the Grove on a personal level would be out of the question. But that’s not to say we can’t all be one big family – in fact, that’s one of the goals! Put the douchebaggery/neofeudalism/selfishness/etc of fraternities aside for a bit, and focus on one aspect – the fact that these people are brothers with each other, even those who a given member have not met. That member is nonetheless still brothers with said unmet.
Part of real friendship, and being a pro-civilization person, are supporting your friends’ endeavors and supporting pro-civilization endeavors, respectively. It’s about valuing all your friends as family. It’s about community spirit, it’s about love. It’s about not being part of the neo-feudalist system, not being selfish. Frankly… I have a dream – a dream of a life worth living, and a dream of a pro-civilization force that stands against the system that has relegated me and so many others to this horrid place. Please join me; let’s roll together and usher in the age of the Grove!
One peculiar thing I have noticed is that most people seem to be fond of “ranking” their friends. As in, “these people are my ‘besties’, these others over here are pretty good, these others are ‘meh’, these are just acquaintances…” et cetera, so on and so forth. Of course, being someone relegated to the rock bottom, I often get thrown into the “fifth wheel” category by these types.
Me? I simply view all my friends as family. Period. I don’t care if I have known someone for just a day, or if I have been ‘tight’ with them for my entire time on this here mortal coil and perhaps even beyond. All of my friends are equally valuable to me, and all of them I consider like family. I refuse to partake in neofeudalist mess like “ranking”, and I expect the same – or at least something rationally similar – from the people in my life.
Many people claim I’m hard to get along with, or that I’m outright a jerk. This often stems from the fact that I, as someone who is fed up after years of being excluded, crapped on, “back-burnered”, and the like, refuse to be kept on the periphery of friend groups.
It makes me shake my head to see so many so-called “adults” forming these cliques like it’s still middle school or something; acting as if it’s okay to exclude or “peripherize” based on purely arbitrary mess. It’s not, at all. Makes you immature.
If the action’s downtown, everyone needs to be welcome downtown. I ain’t gonna be sitting on a folding chair in the middle of a cornfield.
So, this is one of the latest things to go viral (click to enlarge):
The “Personal Responsibility”(TM) crowd has gone nuts cheering for this, and to some extent they have a point. The problem with painting all students who forget such things with such a broad brush is that a lot of innocents get covered in paint in the process.
Sure, there are a lot of slacker students: they stay up way too late on school nights doing whatever-‘n’-whathaveya, don’t bother with homework assignments, and the like. But what of students who are stressing so much from bullying that they forget simply because of that? Take it from me that if you’re dealing with a hostile environment, your brain ‘mushifies’ pretty damn quickly. What about students who have mental disabilities? Are their parents/guardians supposed to “heed the stop sign” and turn back, too?
As with laws, some exceptions must be made for the situation to remain just.