Stumblebums in the Land of Nod

Over the last few weeks, I’ve made some feeble attempts to get my work out there on the bigger sites or reach out to others in some way.  But I can see that they don’t trust me.  It may be that I have used a different e-mail address to contact them in the past or I am held in suspicion for not using my real name.  Or the stench of the site I once contributed to will never wash off.

 

Anything out of the ordinary is a red-flag these days and “paranoia runs deep” in the world we now find ourselves in as government infiltration of the Liberty Movement is a constant reality. 
 
But I have no ulterior motives other than wishing to thank others for their work or the desire to gain a bit more traffic on the dusty and indistinct trail now leading to my site.   


The truth is that I’m barely computer literate enough to even start a blog.  I lost my last website due to not knowing what I was doing.  This site is as basic as it gets and I still don’t know what I’m doing half the time. 
    
For those of us who learned to type on an electric or even manual typewriter, I suppose I’m not alone in feeling more than a little bit lost due to the level of technology required to do the job right these days. 
Granted, I am learning to use the statistics regarding the few that are visiting my site.  I’m learning to use this surveillance system like a good little spy as we are now all being conditioned to keep an (electronic) eye on each other.  


There are those who put monetary gain above all else though they would tell you otherwise.  There are those who now tell us that a politician will save us when they previously told us that all politicians were puppets, especially at the highest levels.  There are those whose heads are so far in the clouds that their feet no longer touch the ground.  There are those who are government snitches that have helped create this sick environment we all now find ourselves in which leads to isolation and self-imposed restrictions that weaken our resolve and impedes our ability to stand together against the common enemy.  We’re too busy making enemies of each other.  Whether this is real or imagined makes no difference as the results are the same.


And then there are those of us who are stumblebums in the land of Nod.  At this stage, about all we can do is keep falling forward and do what we’re given to do whether trusted by others or not no matter the small number of readers.


After all, we never know who we may reach and what difference they could make because of it.