This is it.
You are reading the FINAL post EVER on this blog involving social and political issues, other than my bi-annual POS tests.
After today, there will be no more more articles in the “POS related” or “social/political” category, as I promised here.
I’m hanging it up today because I need to hang it up today.
No one can be mired in social and political issues for too long and expect their mental health to be optimized, myself included.
So as everybody knows, today is election day in the US.
How do I know its election day?
Because voting has been advertised to me like it was Christmas or any other holiday.
Google’s front page has been changed to “Go Vote.”
Businesses everywhere around me are offering specials if you prove that you voted.
I even got texts on my phone from one of my city’s mayoral candidates.
To me, this is very unsettling.
It represents a legitimate war on individuality.
The fact that voting for people who think they know what’s best for us to make our decisions for us on how we should live is being heavily advertised and seen like a sign of good morals is frightening to me.
It’s borderline terrifying.
It reminds me of when we used to have theocracies where if you didn’t accept that God has a physical relationship with you as a fact, you were exiled, left for dead, and your name was removed from all records.
Yes, stuff like this actually happened.
Just google a little thing called “The Spanish Inquisition.”
Oh, you want current day proof?
Here you go. Here’s the existential death of individualism, in 15 minutes.
Let me tell you something.
Ever since I was an adolescent, when this collectivist shit was forced on me, I have “voted” for only one person to make my life better. I have only “voted” for one person to make both my life and other peoples’ lives better.
Friend, I’ve been voting for myself to make the things around myself better my whole life. And I don’t intend to stop.
Like George Carlin said in his 1996 HBO special Back in Town, this land has been bought, sold, and paid for a long time ago. The shit they shuffle around nowadays is meaningless.
So go ahead. Tell me I’m not a Good American™ because I didn’t vote again.
Keep doing it. I’ll just keep shrugging in response, letting you know exactly how much I care.
Or even better, tell me that I have “no right to complain” because I didn’t vote. Go right ahead if it makes you feel more “justified.”
Not like I ever complained about our government, I think the current events that come our way are hilarious.
You’ll never hear me say that any given ruler or political system is the source of my unhappiness.
I am much stronger than that.
No. I complain about government in and of itself having so much power over how we make decisions.
There is a damn difference between the two.
And you would understand that if you didn’t waste so much energy on voting and other external solutions.
What do I do about policies and laws I don’t like? I certainly don’t waste my time voting. Nope.
That’s what I do.
Is that what you do?
I don’t try to change the place I live if I encounter something in its culture or infrastructure that I know will not favor me.
That is not my place. It isn’t yours either.
So now let’s get to the best insult of all: If you don’t vote then you are the problem.
Oh, I am, am I? I’m the problem because I don’t vote?
Glad you said that.
To vote is to put your life in someone else’s hands, and I’m not interested in living by the terms of others.
I’m interested in doing something much, much better than that:
“Be Your Own Ruler Of Your Own Pile Of Land”
That’s what I want to do.
Is that what you want to do?
Or do you want to keep trying to “improve” the place you live “for others” by voting, knowing full well that you don’t know a damn thing about the lives you think your favorite candidate will “improve?”
Don’t make me laugh.
Nevermind, I’m laughing already.
I’m laughing at the way you hide your bad intentions and the inner toxicity of your character by partaking in arrogant external solutions like voting.
You’re right…if you are talking to who I used to be 20 or so years ago.
I’ll admit it right now: I first developed anarchist philosophies as a young man because I only wanted to do two things as a young man: Make people mad and let people down.
So yes. I’ve been cynical before it was cool to be cynical.
I was in a very dark place and I had no idea how to navigate this dark place to find a way out.
So I used cynicism to hide my pain. To make me appear tough.
I still am cynical as a grown adult.
Only difference is that I have clearly defined purposes now and have navigated out of the dark place I was in for so long.
My purposes do not include “improving/saving the world.”
Because guess what?
I don’t care about the world.
Never going to.
It’s too big for me to save and it isn’t my place to save it.
I do care about the people I hang out with and the people who buy my stuff, however. I care about them quite a bit, especially if they provide me with a lot of value and get me to improve the areas in my life that matter.
Does this make me a good person?
According to status quo, no. No it doesn’t.
And I’m smart enough to understand that.
Allow me to quote part of a wrestling promo from WWE Wrestler Triple H that aired almost a decade ago that sums this up perfectly:
I don’t run from my past: I’m not a good person – I never have been a good person.
How do I know that I’m not a good person? It’s because I don’t believe in external solutions like voting.
And I’m very, very happy about that.
I have no emotional stake in who is running things.
Good for me, right?
So who do I care about?
Like I said, I care about people who want to change their lives for them, on an individual level.
These are the ones who I care about. I care about people who embrace internal solutions and not external ones.
I care about people who, like me, have seen that external solutions don’t solve any problems in their lives. In fact, they often only bring more drama into it.
These are people who are struggling to understand why the world has taught them to have a massive emotional stake in things that they cannot control at all.
If you are one of these people and are tired of people telling you to be butthurt about all this stuff and are ready to divorce yourself from our love affair with external solutions, the high school mentality, crush culture, and other concepts that place more agency in other people than yourself when it comes to your life, click right here and buy my book.
After reading this, you may think that I am attacking those who vote and partake in other external solutions.
You would be wrong.
I feel really bad for those types, but they deserve tough love all the same.
But it isn’t “tough” love that I am providing those types, it’s just love.
I want people to stop voting for others to make their lives (and the lives of others) better and start voting for themselves to do the same.
So that is what I want you to do today.
Walk away from the polling booth.
Stop following politics and wasting your energy complaining about or lionizing people who wouldn’t shrug if you died tomorrow.
I’ve never voted once in my entire life and never will unless I am forced by law to do so.
But I have always voted for myself to make things better for myself and those around me.
Go and do likewise.