Highs Below Zero

Originally Started December 28, 2025

I feel like I have let people down by not speaking up. I didn’t do it maliciously. In fact, I assumed it wasn’t wanted. But I’m more grown now, and I realize that I myself was tricked by a propagandistic model, the one that says, “Everyone already knows this.”

There are always new people. Maybe you are one. Hello.

I think I now have  the tools, skills, experience, and ability to share info about communication — propaganda is a form of communication — in a way that can help people.

I want less war, less suicide, less pain, less violence. More joy, more excitement, more beauty. You can’t out-hate hate. You need some other tactic.

Auntie Grammar is mine.

I will re-listen to the recording I did last night. I want to talk and I need to organize. (My thoughts, you know. I got the adhd, maybe.)

In a time of disconnection, I want us to reconnect. I want us to rebuild networks we allowed to atrophy when we handed the work off to social media moguls with no scruples and even less talent. They sabotage their own machinery to keep us bound to them. I hate it. I don’t like hating. I want to leave.

So we need to build a new network. I’m trying, over here. It’s hard. I’m not the best at this work.

I’m good at the making; I’m not good at the marketing.

I’m writing about marketing. I’m writing about propaganda. It’s the same thing.