The Confectioners Segue

Buckle up, Buttercup… this is gonna be deep (dish).

I just don’t hear people discussing more subtle aspects. At all.
This is an anecdotal segue, it’s not about agorism or COVID-19, per se… though perhaps it’s strongly related in some themes? This is Part I in a trilogy.

Adapted reprint from my post on Freedom Cell Network (5/20/20)

It’s a well known fact, that children do not always eat their food.
It’s an equally well known fact that adults (especially parents) often experience complete amnesia of what it is (or was) like to be a child, and hence, have not the vaguest inkling how to respond appropriately to youngsters.

Many evenings would find him and his sister sitting at the table hours after dinner had been dismissed. Those were the good nights, when dessert wasn’t worth mother’s best attempts at alleged cooking. A mash up of all the leftovers in the fridge, combined with a can of Cream of Mushroom soup, baked and suspiciously called: casserole.

Most of the time the children were chided that “Starving children in Africa would be glad to have the food” (Don’t get me started on the myriad asinine fallacies of this notion, the most cringe worthy: that it implies poverty or hunger is “over there”, or exclusive to place, race, or youth)…

In the more under reported crimes, that of latent parenthood in abuse and neglect cases is possibly the worst, it’s widely alleged psychological abuse leaves the greatest wounds. I have always said, “there are just two types of people on this planet… those born with the tabula rasa, and those without it.” Perhaps the greatest travesty is that adults continue to procreate even as they are so willfully ignorant of the potential sentience of children.

The repetition of such an appetizing monstrosity finally became socially apparent in the first grade classroom clad in alphabetical phonics lessons, and primary colors. Will had heard this frequently enough, and on the day Amy’s birthday warranted cupcake confections for each student, one of his classmates was diabetic and couldn’t have one. A most strange thing occurred.

We seldom recall our first experience with this funny thing known as “cognitive dissonance”. Of course, seven year olds have no idea what “cognitive dissonance” is, much less how to mitigate its affects.

Will stared intently at the birthday treat, as though blessing a meal prior to it’s consumption, the words echoing in his mind:

“Starving children in Africa would be glad to have your unwanted food”…
though… why shouldn’t they have the wanted food too?!…

And summarily burst into tears.
To the complete bewilderment of everyone in the classroom.
Will realized that he shouldn’t have the cupcake, any more than the diabetic.

It was amazing that a child could understand “starvation economics”, entitlement; and how (actual or perceived) scarcity is so often used to leverage fear, control, and define what is considered healthy/ill; clean/dirty, or at least “right” and “moral”. This indoctrination defines and perpetuates the caste system of proverbial “untouchables”. All children seem to have this concept of “not enough” beat into them from most of the sources of our conditioning, till all we can see is what (theoretically) we “deserve”, and this facilitates entitlement. Renowned psychoanalyst and intellectual, Alice Miller, wrote of this extensively in her book: “For Your Own Good- Hidden Cruelty in Child-Rearing, and the Roots of Violence.”

Concisely, our society pretends to “treat”, but actually pathologizes and punishes the symptoms it causes. Especially psychopathy as associated with potentially “antisocial” characteristics. Turns out, the “preschool to prison pipeline” doesn’t work on everyone it was intended for, and (not surprisingly) it works on many it wasn’t.

Capitalism depends on all of us perpetually trying or working to “earn” acceptability, to fight with palm slap or clenched fist for the rewards of approval, and: deserve the dessert. This can have a profound effect on psychological health, sense of belonging, and general well being.

Will doesn’t exist. That kid was me.
This “Plandemic” isn’t new… it’s been going on, and increasing in intensity using us as currency; if not reluctant participants in its death machine for hundreds of years.

I didn’t stumble upon the concept of “starvation economics/economies” until many years later as I was reading the book “The Ethical Slut”.

“We think … that if you loosen the possessive grip on the love that’s already yours, you’ll get more, from the person who loves you, and maybe from other people too. It certainly has worked for us. But, especially in the beginning, letting go of starvation economies can feel a lot like flying on a trapeze: you have to let go of the security you already have, trusting that at the end of the leap there will always be something else to catch you.” –from “The Ethical Slut”

If instead we were taught to approach life from a position of abundance, and that there IS enough for everyone…
What can “they” sell us, then?! Capitalism dies.
Perhaps we all are being challenged to grow, adapt, evolve, and change.

Learn. Or die. Spiritually at least, if not also physically. It’s not just our supply chain that’s broken. And this is how what I learned as a kid, is changing my perspective and fear levels in the midst of a mandated, largely arbitrary “crisis” that makes so little sense on so many levels.

I’m no more afflicted than anyone else, less than many, and my only dis-ease is that the viral malady itself is the greater part of what others insist on focusing on. This is all a matter of perspective.

I still feel bad that I have reliable pay, and got new sandals last weekend.
I should have bought someone else’s groceries instead.
Survivor’s guilt is nothing new.

Though neither is “Stockholm Syndrome”, just in case there’s nothing else to learn from Sweden, not ironically.

It’s fascinating to consider being terrified to live or thrive, for shame of those who can’t or don’t; and understanding that fear as the better part of social empathy, particularly in the midst of such great odds.

Agorism seems less about alternative economic markets, and more about connection, growing beyond the insular families and environments that have systematically trained us all to devalue ourselves and each other whilst endorsing a culture of silent abuse by default. It seems the psychological, emotional, and social conditioning that has brought us here is the REAL dis-ease. Perhaps, we “deserve” to get sicker… until there’s both individual and collective reckoning about the true nature of intricate dynamics at work in this situation at more nuanced levels?