I thought I'd be writing like a madman when I got back from New Orleans

I still have plenty of trip material

I still have some introductory to the intel process material to write

I still have 10 or more Information War articles plotted out in my mind

I even have a few chapters of fiction in me

But I just dont have the stomach for it, it's not trip fatigue, and it's not the cold. I have succumbed to the effects I discussed in
https://steemit.com/informationwar/@stevescoins/how-to-be-an-informationwar-activist-part-six-the-personal-price-updated

I hope this is temporary; now is the time to keep as many people that will pay attention as informed as possible

and now is always that time

it's hard to do that all the time though; you start wondering whether the effort is worth the collection of willfully ignorant, self-indulgent cowards known as humanity...why should you do anything other than take take care of you and your own and let the simpering mass of excuse-makers and leeches get exactly what they deserve

...to just make sure your defenses are set and there is food in the larder.

I think this is why humanity has always suffered from strongmen; not just the warlords and bandits, but those that become warlords and bandits after risking themselves for people that won't take the effort to defend themselves

you know, if these people are going to be sheep, why shouldn't I just shear them myself?

contempt. that is the word I was looking for. I did a review of the book of the dun cow
https://steemit.com/fiction/@stevescoins/one-of-my-favorite-book-characters-john-wesley-weasel

and the hero loses faith in his people

Chauntecleer stared at his animals, furious. Almost to himself he said, “We’re going to fight an enemy; but first we will deliver ourselves into their hands.” Then he shouted: “You invited them into this camp! Do you know that? Not just by climbing the wall. Not just by making doorways of your bellies. But by your faithlessness. Warriors! Warriors? Rabble and children, the whole lot! If you don’t believe in what I say, if you don’t hold together, there will be slaughter! Who wants to go home now? Get out! Get away from me!” Chauntecleer cried—and immediately he was ashamed of his outburst. This was a difficult moment for the Rooster. He glanced at the Turkeys already dead, at the animals already humiliated, pawing the ground; and he felt that he had gone too far in his anger.

there is a coup against the law being carried out in the open today...not any shadowy conspiracy, not hard-to-prove allegations, and not tenuous connections, but open sedition against the legal will of the American citizen...and most people keep their eyes to the ground, make excuses for what they inadvertently see, or point to a shiny object (the real conspiracy, for example) in order to avoid doing the duty to themselves to defend the system that keeps them fat and happy

maybe somebody else will fix things
maybe it wont be so bad
maybe they wont come after me

spit

history, not philosophy, tells you what humans do and what they have always done; Purgatory, not Utopia, has always been the result. ignore that at your own peril

venting /0

maybe I'll write for real later