The VRU’s strategy is described as a “public health” approach to preventing violence. This refers to a whole school of thought that suggests that beyond the obvious health problems that result from violence – the psychological trauma and physical injuries – the violent behaviour itself is an epidemic that spreads from person to person.
One of the primary indicators that someone will carry out an act of violence is first being the victim of one. The idea that violence spreads between people, reproducing itself and shifting group norms, explains why one locality might see more stabbings or shootings than another area with many of the same social problems.
“Despite the fact that violence has always been present, the world does not have to accept it as an inevitable part of the human condition,” says the WHO guidance on violence prevention.
As always, the primary solution is to not be dependent on the system, and if globalists try to make you dependent, then you should be ready to get rid of them. Decentralized economies based on localism first are the answer. If globalists want to deny us the means of production, then we should learn how to produce and manufacture necessary goods ourselves. If globalists want us to depend on their international supply chains for resources, then we should develop our own supply chains and our own resource base at the local level.
If climate change was an urgent problem in 1988, it’s now an emergency.
So most promising young people eventually resolve The Double Life Problem by reluctantly becoming Statist, big capitalist zombies, and then relaxing like crazy on the weekends, numbing themselves, trying to quell the residual, vestigial urges towards genuine creativity and free thinking instead of the playpen creativity and obedience and fakery they’re locked into during the work week, as professionals of some sort or another, doing some bullshit job or another. And Darwin help the other young people who even fall short of that, working in shit jobs of all kinds, everywhere, billions of once-promising, now dead-inside, Statist, big capitalist zombies everywhere, faking it forever, The Fake Life without end, amen.
There was a moment at the river with my mother long ago, when I asked her why we pray. She told me that prayer was not begging, or asking for things, but an expression of gratitude for the way things are. She looked at me, and behind her the river was not rushing. There were so many spirals in the current of the river, and many undertows.
She saw what I was staring at. “That is your power too,” she said. “The undertow can drown people.” I knew she was pointing to the chaos of what we cannot see, and that the undercurrent—the chaos and conflict beneath every surface—is necessary.
“That we continue is because of our stubbornness, our inability to let the elements keep us down, to strive after the only thing we find worth attaining: the prize of wonderment, the satisfaction of discovery, of opening up another door into reality that only the intrepid dare venture toward. Yes, we seek more…. we are the dissatisfied souls who hunger for something else. Not satisfied with the eternal circle of the same we keep walking out of the traps set for us, striving to free ourselves and others of the control mechanisms that would bind us and enslave us to lesser thoughts and goals.” S.C. Hickman