I doubt it hogs were brought to North America by Europeans.
According to the Encyclopedia of New York City, the island was called Minnehanonck by the Lenape Indians (translated in different references as either “Long Island” or “It’s nice to be on the island”) and Varken Eylandt (“Hogs Island”) by the Dutch. Wouter Van Twiller, an early governor of New Netherland, bought the island for the colony in 1637 from the Indians, as he had done with Wards, Randalls and Governors Islands.
This looks really fun! If I lived in NYC I would certainly be there. So good to see folks in possession of their own minds getting together, celebrating being real, live humans.
Just checked out the excellent Cyber Polygon info-- thanks for the link, Tessa.
It is only natural for us real, live humans to want to stand against the Great Reset, so, it seems to me that it would be a good idea to first take a hard look at how that might play out.
If everyone in the world who is not actively working toward the GR stood up against it and refused to comply with it, here is what I see happening:
The GR people can be likened to the few rich kids in town who have a football. Not only do they own the football, they own the company that makes footballs and they hire bullies to see to it that no one else but them makes footballs.
The rich kids waltz into the playground with it and share the football with the poorer kids and everyone has a nice little game. That is, as long as everybody plays by the rich kids' rules. If not, the ball is removed from play, the rich kids leave the playground and the game is over.
The "ball" is money and the "game" is commerce, or, buy/sell. We’ve all played the game a long time now and the rich kids, being forever destitute in spirit (having only the football), become bored with the game as it is. The poorer kids are starting to have too much fun and the rich kids don’t like this. They decide to devise new rules— rules intended to make sure the poorer kids never again have too much fun.
So the rules of the game are changed, this time permanently, by the rich kids who tell the poorer kids that the new rules will make the game more fun. Of course, the poorer kids can choose to not abide by these rules should they decide they are not having as much fun. If they do this, the ball will be removed and the rich kids will go home and wait until the poorer kids reconsider.
During this waiting period, the poorer kids (us) discover their bank account (the ball) is suddenly inaccessible. How do we buy food? Water? Electricity? Fuel?
Our only option is to live completely off the grid somewhere raising chickens and goats and grow our own vegetables. Are you ready for that? I’m not.
Let's say, best case scenario, the entire non-scheming/non-GR-oriented population of the world decides to not comply with the new rules. What happens?
Same thing. The ball is removed. Except now, rather than only some folks falling off the grid into relative poverty, the entire game (commerce) falls apart. Nobody works, nobody can buy or sell anything and we soon find there is no way to live as we are accustomed. People starve and in desperation rob each other for what little remains while the rich kids wait it out inside cozy bunkers surrounded by well-paid, professional mercenary soldiers in possession of high-tech killing equipment.
The ensuing chaos results in mass death and destruction which eventually brings the “dissenting” population to its' knees. Desperate, sick and dying, we then beg the rich kids to bring back the ball and start the game again.
Once it all starts up again (and it will, in time) it will remain to be seen how the rich kids decide to deal with the few off-grid farming communities that may be surviving in the hills.
I wouldn't hold my breath hoping they will decide to leave these alone.
Here is the hard truth we must face as real, live human beings in possession of our living souls if/when this horror arrives: To scratch out an off-grid existence as long as possible, die trying or simply end our lives by our own hand.
The only alternative, barring God's rapture into the heavens or the return of Jesus Christ (I wouldn't hold my breath hoping for these either) is to stay alive and allow ourselves to be quasi-assimilated, existing as dissidents in relative poverty very much the same way indigenous peoples have in our modern times-- living on barren land while subsisting on gov't cheese, white bread and liter bottles of generic cola. That is, if we are allowed to live outside prison walls and fences at all.
Of course, there may be a miracle. The rich kids may decide to sit down with us and listen to our thoughts on how we can all construct a better world system— a system based on “the ball” being owned by no one and serving everyone instead of just a “ruling class”.
We should, of course, have a set of "Happy New World System Blueprint Plans" ready to go if this miracle does indeed happen.
Cat McGuire, you listening? Advocating "getting scrappy" to sideline these diabolical plans-- what if we succeed? Certainly you have thought this through and are not simply advising us to raise our fists and march our way into the lions’ mouth?
"Parent Mind" hmmm.....okay.....well I guess that tells us something about where your thinking is coming from.
It follows then that your assertion is backed up not by any actual reasoning, but by what most parents default to when their children dare ask for an explanation?
"Because I said so!"
Sorry Mom-- I'm going to need something better than "Because I said so" before I see any sense in walking into the lions' mouth.
Please explain, in precise terms, terms that do not require that one first believe in imaginary, feel-good notions such as "Power of the Spirit Creating 100th Monkey Magic", how exactly love wins against bombs, bullets and collapse-induced chaos?
I need real hope, not airy-fairy, New Age-y, cagey stuff. Can you present a believable real-world scenario of how we might win, one that makes sense to a normal, everyday jerk like me, taking into account the reality of our actual situation?
Bravissima Bella Tessa! In spirit I will join you all on June 20 on Hog Island (its original indigenous name).
I doubt it hogs were brought to North America by Europeans.
According to the Encyclopedia of New York City, the island was called Minnehanonck by the Lenape Indians (translated in different references as either “Long Island” or “It’s nice to be on the island”) and Varken Eylandt (“Hogs Island”) by the Dutch. Wouter Van Twiller, an early governor of New Netherland, bought the island for the colony in 1637 from the Indians, as he had done with Wards, Randalls and Governors Islands.
Thank you!!
If you are afraid then go home and hide.
This looks really fun! If I lived in NYC I would certainly be there. So good to see folks in possession of their own minds getting together, celebrating being real, live humans.
Just checked out the excellent Cyber Polygon info-- thanks for the link, Tessa.
It is only natural for us real, live humans to want to stand against the Great Reset, so, it seems to me that it would be a good idea to first take a hard look at how that might play out.
If everyone in the world who is not actively working toward the GR stood up against it and refused to comply with it, here is what I see happening:
The GR people can be likened to the few rich kids in town who have a football. Not only do they own the football, they own the company that makes footballs and they hire bullies to see to it that no one else but them makes footballs.
The rich kids waltz into the playground with it and share the football with the poorer kids and everyone has a nice little game. That is, as long as everybody plays by the rich kids' rules. If not, the ball is removed from play, the rich kids leave the playground and the game is over.
The "ball" is money and the "game" is commerce, or, buy/sell. We’ve all played the game a long time now and the rich kids, being forever destitute in spirit (having only the football), become bored with the game as it is. The poorer kids are starting to have too much fun and the rich kids don’t like this. They decide to devise new rules— rules intended to make sure the poorer kids never again have too much fun.
So the rules of the game are changed, this time permanently, by the rich kids who tell the poorer kids that the new rules will make the game more fun. Of course, the poorer kids can choose to not abide by these rules should they decide they are not having as much fun. If they do this, the ball will be removed and the rich kids will go home and wait until the poorer kids reconsider.
During this waiting period, the poorer kids (us) discover their bank account (the ball) is suddenly inaccessible. How do we buy food? Water? Electricity? Fuel?
Our only option is to live completely off the grid somewhere raising chickens and goats and grow our own vegetables. Are you ready for that? I’m not.
Let's say, best case scenario, the entire non-scheming/non-GR-oriented population of the world decides to not comply with the new rules. What happens?
Same thing. The ball is removed. Except now, rather than only some folks falling off the grid into relative poverty, the entire game (commerce) falls apart. Nobody works, nobody can buy or sell anything and we soon find there is no way to live as we are accustomed. People starve and in desperation rob each other for what little remains while the rich kids wait it out inside cozy bunkers surrounded by well-paid, professional mercenary soldiers in possession of high-tech killing equipment.
The ensuing chaos results in mass death and destruction which eventually brings the “dissenting” population to its' knees. Desperate, sick and dying, we then beg the rich kids to bring back the ball and start the game again.
Once it all starts up again (and it will, in time) it will remain to be seen how the rich kids decide to deal with the few off-grid farming communities that may be surviving in the hills.
I wouldn't hold my breath hoping they will decide to leave these alone.
Here is the hard truth we must face as real, live human beings in possession of our living souls if/when this horror arrives: To scratch out an off-grid existence as long as possible, die trying or simply end our lives by our own hand.
The only alternative, barring God's rapture into the heavens or the return of Jesus Christ (I wouldn't hold my breath hoping for these either) is to stay alive and allow ourselves to be quasi-assimilated, existing as dissidents in relative poverty very much the same way indigenous peoples have in our modern times-- living on barren land while subsisting on gov't cheese, white bread and liter bottles of generic cola. That is, if we are allowed to live outside prison walls and fences at all.
Of course, there may be a miracle. The rich kids may decide to sit down with us and listen to our thoughts on how we can all construct a better world system— a system based on “the ball” being owned by no one and serving everyone instead of just a “ruling class”.
We should, of course, have a set of "Happy New World System Blueprint Plans" ready to go if this miracle does indeed happen.
Cat McGuire, you listening? Advocating "getting scrappy" to sideline these diabolical plans-- what if we succeed? Certainly you have thought this through and are not simply advising us to raise our fists and march our way into the lions’ mouth?
There are billions more of us than them. Yes we WILL March into the lions mouth. The power of the spirit will prevail over their evil. Love wins.
"Parent Mind" hmmm.....okay.....well I guess that tells us something about where your thinking is coming from.
It follows then that your assertion is backed up not by any actual reasoning, but by what most parents default to when their children dare ask for an explanation?
"Because I said so!"
Sorry Mom-- I'm going to need something better than "Because I said so" before I see any sense in walking into the lions' mouth.
Please explain, in precise terms, terms that do not require that one first believe in imaginary, feel-good notions such as "Power of the Spirit Creating 100th Monkey Magic", how exactly love wins against bombs, bullets and collapse-induced chaos?
I need real hope, not airy-fairy, New Age-y, cagey stuff. Can you present a believable real-world scenario of how we might win, one that makes sense to a normal, everyday jerk like me, taking into account the reality of our actual situation?