Are You Ready?

It’s called the great reset.. and it’s been in the works for a long, long time.

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Riots, racism.. just there to distract you.

Censorship.. been in play for years.

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Masks, lock-downs and social distancing are all designed to make you sick.

Cash will be gone soon (by design), leaving our overlords a clear electronic trail to follow.

Oh, and the vaccine?

Don’t worry. It’ll be mandatory and you really won’t want to know what it’s made of or why they’ll be so heavy handed at forcing us all on it. I could write a book on what I’ve found on vaccines.

 

Insane times folks.

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Turns out, the virus was simply a way to usher in our new slavery.

 

Cheers.

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-I am Crandew

 

Ayn Rand

Ayn Rand predicted all this.

She described the producers, and the destroyers so well.

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The fate of our country is not really so much a question now.. as it is an inevitability. We’re playing out the scenes of Atlas Shrugged right now.

Kudos Ayn Rand – you were right.

 

-I am Crandew

 

 

Becoming Human

The craziest part to understanding why we do what we do is that it’s not nearly as complicated as one might imagine. There are only two steps.

Just two.

I’ll give them to you, for free.

  1. Define how the person (or character) sees the world.
  2. Define how the person (or character) reacts when the world (reality) is different from what they previously believed.

That’s it.

That’s the secret to knowing what a person will do in any situation.

 

-I am Crandew

 

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Gen X

This song captures the essence of the lost generation.

Held firmly between the boomers and the y’s, always between the boomers and the y’s. As they all move forward, so do we… for how could we not?

A generation lost in the space…

 

 

Gen·er·a·tion X *the generation born after that of the baby boomers (roughly from the early 1960s to late 1970s), often perceived to be disaffected and directionless.

 

-I am Crandew

 

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Foot To Boot

I like to dream about all the wonderful things as yet to come; all… while taking a swim in the now as I wade slowly through whats come before. Multi-tasking at its best, I suppose.

It’s the way of things.

All of this, filled with both light and dark… and on a Monday at that!

 

One week away from the official release of another rock album.

One week!

After that, I’m putting foot to boot and walking it off with a summer tour. It’ll be nice to hit the stages again, and absorb as much of the live energy as possible.

Have a great day, and try to take it all in!

 

-I am Crandew

 

 

 

Social Media Wrecks Society

Who knew?

Turns out that even as it was being developed, they all pretty much knew.. and didn’t really care. Mayhaps the very first victims of social media were the creators? Too caught up in the game, and too weak to just slow down and think about what they were doing.

Mayhaps.

Only time will tell us what is to become, only time.

I’m determined to unshackle myself, as soon as possible. No more any of it (except mayhaps this blog).

Mayhaps.

 

-I am Crandew

 

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It Will End As It Began

…in a bubble.

As I string these iconic words together, I am fully aware of the response I will get. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilcho. The big nothing burger.

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That’s fine. It’s all just a part of the process, you see? There’s always been a risk when climbing up higher into the tree. I can feel the bend and sway, and being this high up only adds to the flavor. It’s about freedom, and about speech, and about damn time. Definitely about time.

As our freedoms are being stripped from us one by one, as we fall deeper into the bubble. I’ve been watching this happen since the end of the 80’s and it’s a very sad affair. Each basic human right that’s sacrificed for the greater good pushes us deeper into the bubble. We lose something. We lose our voice, and we lose our way.

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I refuse to just go quietly into the night, softly into my bubble. It’s not my way, never has been. Never will be. I’ll kick and scream, and make a fuss… even while knowing that this will do no good, will change nothing.

Everything we’ve tried has fallen on deaf ears, be that as it may.

We can’t stop the tide as it rolls in.

-I am Crandew