Starving the Monkeys: Fight Back Smarter

by Tom Baugh

  But this isn't a book, or an epilogue, about the 912 movement. I extend that as only one example of how we can use the pre-existing frameworks to reach out to find each other. This is a task which is harder than enriching uranium, as the valuable fraction there is generously provided by nature as one atom of the good diluted by about seven hundred atoms of the dross. Our number in the dross is far less generous, but which will ultimately prove more powerful if the separation can be accomplished. So I don't wish to divide the 912 movement, or any other sham organization which purports to speak for us. I wish instead to separate out those who will hear. And those who will act. Those who will hear and act will understand immediately what I mean. Those who only intellectualize liberty will argue semantics but not recognize the power which I am speaking of.

  Which brings me to the following conclusion about myself. I don't care about those millions, or even billions. I only care about those few who revive these ancient principles in their own lives. I know that most people, they who surround us, have heard these words before their entire lives, in many forms and through many voices. And each time, they have turned away from them. It does no good for those of us who understand to waste our time arguing with idiots or intellectuals alike, they being the same in many important ways. Or to think that cleverly illustrated picture books are substitutes for genuine thought or the hard-won gradual and persistent attainment of knowledge or wisdom or skills.

  If there are only the thousands who have already taken these words to heart, they would be enough. Together, those few of us could easily rebuild civilization by ourselves. And then hand that civilization over to our children who could continue the work. If eventually these words, through my voice and the voices of others, reached hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions, great! But it is not necessary that this happen. And imagine the sorrow of rebuilding civilization, only to hand it back to those of the collective whom we had to convince to join us, only to have them destroy it all once again when they revert back to their old selves. And after all, there is really no "us" for them to "join", is there? No party, no group, no movement, not even a blog.

  There are only those of us who understand, the individualists for whom this nation was founded, the rightful heirs of the founders, who will work and trade fairly with each other. And then there are all the rest of them, those who won't, and who are only willing to eat off our plates. Those whom we must starve of our efforts. And should they perish, it is by their own will that they do so. Do not mourn them as their passing is not a loss to you.

  Other voices? Yes, others who found these ideas the same place I did, the keystones of civilization now lying cast off among the debris, unseen and overlooked. I lay claim to this book's artistic expression of these ideas, but the foundational ideas are universal. Yet, you could place these words in front of some of the smartest people you know, and most of them won't comprehend the message, as they pick at the details. Some could even parrot them, but not understand their meaning. Others will adopt a veneer of these ideas just enough to attempt to lend credence to their own purposes, but not enough to contradict their agendas. And then, sound stilted and odd over time as they ignore the true meaning.

  So stop trying to win them over. I have, which gave me time to be now reaching out to you. The effort to convince others is a waste of our energy, effort better spent on improving ourselves and our families. Give them the message, but if they refuse to accept its meaning let them pass. When you do reach someone who understands, someone who is ready to receive the true ancient message of these words, you will recognize it in his face. You will see this person, who was full of anger and frustration, become energized with hope, real hope, not the false hope sold by collectives. No, the hope which springs from the knowledge that he himself is a force of nature who has been endowed by the Creator with ability.

  And that he is no longer alone, that there is a growing number of others who are waiting to trade with him in a currency which cannot be stolen or deflated.