First Post

Well congratulations fellow humans, you found the personal blog of Krakhed, the greasy, drug-addled, libtard. I am starting a blog just to put my thoughts out there and engage with anyone who wants to discuss the topics that come up.

This blog may be a little rambling. I think there may be some cathartic release because I have been bottling up almost all of my criticism of the systems that we have built to transact and provide for our needs, but this screaming into the void has become necessary for me as a way to look at my own thoughts and see what kind of feedback I get from sharing my ideas. I doubt the ideas expressed here will be unique. In fact I'm bound to pull things from the stuff I've been reading and listening to over the years. I will do my best to give credit to the original authors and provide links when relevant.  

So why am I starting a blog? Human beings are storytellers, just look at the rich traditions  still visible today and the great bodies of work preserved in museums and passed along through our modern systems. Oral cultures can be found all over the world that use storytelling techniques as the basis of their culture. These are often passed down from generation to generation and in some tribes, this is their system of laws and social agreements that govern the people.

These words are unlikely to ever be found on in a printed form, but who knows which screens and eyeballs they will appear in front of. I think there is a desire in each of us to tell a story. It could be a personal story, or a parable that hits on a cultural moment. We also want to be the hero of our own personal story. This is explained in Ernest Becker's masterpiece "The Denial of Death".

So maybe this is my way of trying ward off death in some way. I heard Chris Ryan in a Tangentially Speaking podcast recently talk about how he received the advice to always write as if your words are being read from beyond your grave. And this may be truly a way of immortalizing myself if all of my possessions are eventually destroyed and me and the family that I know and love has been gone for centuries. Though I'm not holding out hope that these words will survive for anyone.

I've never built any institution or program that made a lasting social impact that I can recall, so my words are probably worth whatever you paid for them. But I look around at what's going on in the world and what efforts are being made in which areas and I see a lot of problems that aren't really going away. In fact we're not even really focused on the right problems in meaningful ways except for those intrinsically motivated individuals and critics that are mostly ignored.

Most of us are just trying to survive and build a better life for our future selves or our families. And we are highly suggestible by the culture and our leaders. But here's problem number one in my opinion: Where is our culture headed? What does our public discourse determine for ourselves and our neighbors? These are probably questions best answered by philosophers and politicians, but hey, an armchair philosopher can take a stab at them too.

We are swimming in doodoo. And what I'm going to try to do in this space, is beat back the ocean of doodoo that surrounds us with my tiny broom. I'm not a qualified or experienced person in much of anything really. But I still do have a curiosity for the world, and I'm a natural skeptic and critic. I don't mean to offend anyone with anything I'm writing here.

Til next time, Friends