When the Pedal Hits the Metal

War was always something that I heard about on the news. A theory one could talk about, theorize over, form opinions on and intellectualize.

One could get nuanced about its ethics, sympathize with its victims, role play evacuation strategies and ask questions about the motives of its main proponents.

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Then it comes to the edge of your own doorstep and you realize that it’s all horseshit. It’s like having a grand plan to avoid turbulence while sitting in seat 53E of economy.

Good luck mein Freundin.

You realize, not one of your books ever made sense, and those pundits on the TV, on X, those YouTube influencers, they are just talking heads. In the literal sense, it is just a head that blabbers about things it knows nothing of. A head that forms strong opinions and seeks to screw with yours. A head that is on the whole vacuous yet attached to a voice box, reading a script that never stops.

Vikid stopped listening to them.

Then you see the people around you. The various responses. What does a fox do before the foxhole. Does he run? Does he stick his head in the sand? Does he rise to help the people around him? Does he stay calm or does he panic like a headless chicken. Does he quietly escape or does he continuously plan on escaping? Does he feed the panic or dampen it?

Vikid was not sure there were any right or wrong answers here, just observations. For Vikid, though a Superhero of Truth, knew in this instance the concept of Truth brakes down.

At the edge of chaos there is no truth, only responses.

The beauty of it all, you look out at nature and it is utterly indifferent. The sky still caries the its celestial objects in a clock like serenity. The tree leaves gently bristle in the breeze. Dolphins still play in the shallows as eagles scout for fish while nesting their young on the perches of rocky cliffs.

War is a very human thing. We like to think of it as some externality but when it comes knocking on your doorstep like the grim reaper, you have to face it. That devastating rage of a fellow human being on the end of a rocket. And you can do it with dignity or without. Neither nature nor God cares. Nature with indifference. God on the other hand with empathy and grace, simply watches on allowing history to unfold.

At the moment, things around us are calm, but we all know now, what a beautiful illusion calmness can be. For those who escape, Vikid wishes you all the best. Just know what you’re escaping into. If it’s Europe, be aware it may be from this boiling pot and into the future frying pan.

Be aware of the real forces around you.

Vikid was in the ocean when all of this began, quite literally surrounded by fish and under the surface examining waves of fluorescent red and yellow coral. Examining the ancient wonders of evolution.

When back on the ship, in between a brief pause where he had data reception he searched the web for news.

One of the fellow travelers asked him what was going on. As Vikid skipped around looking for clues, he updated the people around him.

Vikid announced it was the fog of war and that a lot of fake accounts and AI videos were on the loose. To which one of the guests said that the BBC would have the Truth. Why confuse yourself? Go to the truth! He pretty much grabbed the phone out of Vikid’s hand and read the “News”. One could see his satisfaction in “knowing”.

Vikid had a face plant moment. Indeed it is a poor schmuck who follows the BBC or any of its ilk. It is where you go to be misinformed.

There are other stories.

A dozen other comrades on the boat whining about Trump as we gently kissed the Straights of Hormuz. Blaming the war on Epstein and two dozen other fabrications that make no sense.

But Vikid has no time for that right now.

He can only suggest you grow up and look around at what’s actually happening. Perhaps it’s a few million war hardened military aged men being housed in hotels all over your country. Or medical doctors feeding hormones to children as “gender healthcare” or ADHD. Or 100,000 girls being raped over 20 years, and the person allowing it all, now sitting as Prime Minister. Or Maybe it’s being injected by untested MRNA juices and boosted 4 times by a crooked Pharma executive.

And you’re sitting in seat 53E, in Economy hypnotized by the BBC.

Ultimately, when the Pedal meets the Metal, when the rockets start flying… What’s your response?

There are no right answers.

And that’s,

The Vikid Truth

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