The uselessness of inner city theorists

I wanted to share a selection of articles and well-reasoned analysis of my situation.

But fuck it.

It's time to rant. My brain is rotting and my body is pain.

So what is the definition of 21st century?

Better education! More wealth! More progress!

Where 'better education' means technological knowledge in place of environmental groundedness.

More wealth means more plastic shit from China and virtual reality freedom.

More progress means society hurries in the direction that seems to be fruitful for the early adopters.

It's as stupid as that.

And who's in position to comment on it all, to provide perspective?

The inner-city theorist.

In the case of Lyme disease, I personally have an important story that should destroy the trust in ELISA-three-subspecies test. (Because of course I can't have an erythema migrans rash without having been infected with something. I can't think it into existence with my "mentally ill" brain.)

But instead of a revolution, instead of change... instead of hearing a few stories from the real world of forests and ethology, the academic system is set up to only listen to the technological 'translations' of real input. Bacteria is only real because THE MICROSCOPE reveals it. The infection is only real because THE IMMUNE-RESPONSE TEST reveals it. Etcettera.

Meanwhile, the real world dies.

The plastic economy flourishes, the kingdom of the living creatures dies.

And there is nothing to do about it but fight, legally and VEHEMENTLY.

Never trust a social democrat. They are spineless. They have no clear idea of what is yours and mine. They will step all over you as they fucking did to me. If fake-ass social democrat politicians wanted a taste of their own medicine, they would not lock their doors, and they would ban every little risk in life. They would oppress and kill us all. Because they don't want the people's input. They just want to manage cattle. My angry response is only human. It is pro freedom and pro life. They attacked me. I want to leave at least a trace on this blog that I did not consent to it. I know I'm getting played like a weak chess piece, but for the sake of documentation and historical correctness, let it be known that I did not consent.