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Pirate Studebaker's avatar

I am a citizen of a Native American Nation and was working for them during the "pandemic". They are a government with a bureaucracy that has little to do with the people of their nation and much to do with the running of their government. I came to see the two are not interchangeable or especially compatible.

I reckon this is equally true of most governments and results in equally conflicting interests when a government seeks to defensively protect its bureaucracy above the interests of its people. Making an error in thinking the interests of the government and the interests of the people are the same to damaging consequences.

That then have to be prioritized in what I experienced, the government choosing the interests of itself over the interests of the people it was initially constructed to serve. So totalitarian measures must be taken to coerce the people to relinquish their personal interests in the interest of the government while the government believes it is doing nothing wrong only serving best interests.

The world flips and the people now serve the government. The upside down. Not pretty or healthy.

Thank you for this article. Very thought provoking and illuminating.

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Zacha Fraccattac's avatar

A story of a memorable journey. See if you can relate and if any of this holds in the memory.

It’s ordinary.

I left home for a short trip by car, turned left out of the driveway and up the 2 lane country road. We’re on the edge of a village. It’s just 7km away, my destination. Nothing remarkable along the way. Ordinary country houses. Farms. The road winds here and there, and up and down a bit. The low sun late in the day, throws orange and pink light on tree lines and fields. The speed limits are typical, sometimes 50 sometimes 70 km/h. Sometimes straight road for some time. Sometimes curving left or curving right. But then coming to the next village and 40 kmh in front of one of those typical Scandinavian small factories in the middle of nowhere basically. And tighter curves in both directions and then slowly rolling up into the next little village facing straight into the target, the little COOP food store with green sign, and the parking lot around to the right, after turning right under some old trees.

I park and get out of the car, and walk back out around front, up the sidewalk and into the store. Past the produce first, Swedish and Spanish tomatoes, the “Mexican” section on the shelves behind, next to the potatoes. The ceiling is low. The store is not very large but dense. Lighting is subdued. I follow the path around to the back and left, passing everything else, breads, pastries, meats, cheeses milk, soups and all the rest. I skip the chips back in the far corner to the right and stop short at the ice cream case and find the blue box of ice cream sandwiches. The good ones. It tastes like vanilla ice cream because it is, and actual chocolate cake top and bottom, because it is. Unlike the other brand that’s inedible that I wouldn’t feed to my dog. Sickly sweet and false.

Just a box of ice cream sandwiches, I check out, and back in the car drive back the way I came, the sunlight still delightful. At home I chuck the box into the freezer, snag one from the box for myself, unwrap it and walk out back barefoot on the boards of the deck. The sandwich fucking great. I think I’ll have another.

Does that story hold in the memory? Could you retell it? It’s not very interesting. I just went out for some ice cream close by, and came back.

Now, can you remember any story told by any of the 12 who said they went to the moon, walked on it and came back. Any single story?

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