I am—I think.

Any newcomer to philosophy who starts wading through the introductory literature is likely to run across numerous discussions of reality. Are our perceptions of it accurate, and does it even exist? If it does not exist, then how can we exist?

René Descartes was a French philosopher who famously doubted his own existence. He is best remembered for his statement cogito, ergo sum (“I think, therefore I am”).

Such mental sleuthing may lead many to think that philosophers are a little silly. Even the most addle-brained people know they exist!

However, I’ve come to appreciate the importance of starting at square one and examining the very nature of existence. The universe is a very strange and complex thing, our minds are similarly strange and complex, and there are countless propagandists who devote their lives to tricking us.

There are times when I find myself contemplating the possibility that nothing really exists except my mind (a concept known as solipsism). As a long-time political activist, I often wonder if I’m the only politically astute person in Gothic Seattle. It sounds like a horribly arrogant thought, but I’ve just about given up on finding intelligent life anywhere in the U.S. Years ago, I began calling myself Seattle’s only activist, and there aren’t many players on the national level that I respect.

I now have nearly 90 websites and have published half a dozen books. I understand why they get so little attention; the Jews are playing their usual games. Google has gone to extraordinary lengths to steer people away from my websites.

However, that isn’t the whole story. My websites still get some traffic—a few thousand hits a week. Surely, a few visitors must be intelligent people who will mention my sites to their friends, who will spread the word among still more people.

Sadly, that doesn’t appear to be happening. My traffic is monotonously regular, and I almost never receive e-mails. I know that some of the people I work with have visited my websites, but they never interact with me.

After launching a new website, VivaPalestine.org, I contacted more than 300 political groups that claim to be pro-Palestinian, inviting them to exchange links. I would estimate that about 10% of the e-mail addresses were invalid. The first response was from an asshole who called me a Zionist shill! His last name was Schwartzman. He was probably a Zionist Jew himself. The second person said he was disturbed by my websites.

To make a long story short, I never received one link. Again, I know that the Jews have enormous control over all things political, but is their control 100%? Are we living in a universe modeled after The Hunger Games?

And so, I live in a universe where I have to contemplate the possibility that there might not be one genuine pro-Palestine political group in the U.S. Nor am I certain if any of the pro-Palestinian protests are genuine. I’m sure there are some individual protesters who are genuine, but are they being led by the nose by Jewish operatives?

The more degraded Seattle becomes, the more I have to accept the possibility that there really are no intelligent people in this city; at least, no intelligent people that care about the community.

The more boldly one speaks out in the political arena, the more isolated one becomes. But rather than surrender and join the sheeple, the situation only goads me into giving the whole world the middle finger. I love the following thought from the philosopher Albert Camus:

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence becomes an act of rebellion.”

We could even replace freedom with intelligence. When living in a world full of ignorant and stupid people, we can either surrender and allow them to drag us down, or we can embrace intelligence and wisdom, becoming so smart that our very existence infuriates them.

That still leaves me with some philosophical problems. What’s the point of fighting the good fight all by yourself, knowing you can never beat city hall? What’s the point of being intelligent in a society that worships stupidity?

I still cling to the hope that, someday, an intelligent person will discover my writing and connect with me. Better yet, maybe I’ll acquire a fan club in China, Latin America, or the Middle East.

Barring that, I’ll likely die alone, sad yet fulfilled at the same time. I will never surrender and become one of the degraded assholes I see all around me. My death will be an act of rebellion, just like my life.

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