Learned Helplessness, Normalcy Bias, Stockholm Syndrome, Mass Hypnosis and Cognitive Dissonance.

The list Alex J. would regularly rattle out on his ‘radio show’ when I first woke. The shaky ground we wobble along on. More the ish, than intricate details and the contriving of all-our social demise and enslavement. In this case, the ‘why’ not the ‘what’, is the clincher. At least over and above, what's known and mental assent.

In being a bit of a chatterbox with strangers, the ones who know something around – or prepared to accept – the overriding social con, is relatively high. Debatable details aside, those with an intelligent grasp, able to recount accurately – extremely low. Ones on the yelp and holla, "What We Gonna Do?” – from a personal prepping perspective, let alone contribute to overcoming and communities – darn ain’t about. At all.

Ok. Almost… at all.

Met one in the park the other day, and was telling a mate who knows him, how we’ve not tested each other’s perspectives. Yet, somehow we know/we know. Briefly touching into the politics and the struggle, there’s an instinctive look in our eyes. Little need to expand. Got it. The discovery whenever – meant; research, heartache and becoming one among many.

We who know/care – are not popular peep. If, is a concern, the question: Us and what, do we do?

Somehow the tone and eyes, speak of the knowing. He has a gorgeous young child. Perhaps all we do is look at bab and each other. The looks at each other, say it all.

Jordan Peterson, ‘stop saying things that make you weak’ (6min) and James Corbett (another 6 min watch/listen below), make for, can’t hear too often reminders.

James talks of research that defines the process; adversity, belief, consequence. Adding disputation and finally, energisation.

Dogs and shocks. Us and global takeover/down. How come, more/less pessimist or optimist, we see such a draining of outcry and face-up?

The otherwise sign: “WHAT?” becomes the cry, must or can, we do.

Knowing our mortality and the pursuit of comfort and satisfaction between now and then, unsettles fortitude. Perhaps capacity-enough, to keep socially and physically going. Yet this doesn’t explain the psycho. And how previous generation's something has been molded, let's go media’d... out of us.

Think media the criminal con. The difference. Even in thirty years. We have the net etc. Designed to catch us and re-mould into malleable pets.

Time out. Keep these intros going. Why?

My “what do”.