The Voice Crying In The Wilderness

I keep writing and writing, and I sell no books, and receive no comments on Facebook, my website, my blog site or in my emails. John Arbuckle has nothing on me. I feel like the forgotten man, an undiscovered man.

Those few that do know me or have encountered me, just do not respond and walk away. Either I am very good and very smart, or very wicked and very dumb to elicit such a consistent, strong, unwavering response of resistance and non-response.

It really boils down to instincts ruling the narrative rationalized and the group dynamic imposed. Group-oriented people hate, shut out, demonize and marginalize actual individualists that they encounter. That is raw nature at its worst, a primordial struggle of warring forces for control of the earth. Satan and his minions, the groupists, rule this world and take out any significant threat to their hegemony. I am such a threat. God does not rule this world, yet, but De will, and we few individualists will serve in De's army, whether we get any comments on our blog site or not.