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Comment by Gilgamesh on May 6, 2010 at 3:22am

I intend on it Vince. I've learned through the loss of my brother to never take my family for granted. I fear the day that my mother passes. She is not a very healthy person and I fear that she wont be around many more years. Luckily, her home is right on my way to work, so I stop and see her a couple times a week. We always spend some time together on Wednesday watching South Park together :) I'm sorry to hear about your mother. If you're a "momma's boy" like me, I know it hurt bad. Thanks for your comments.

Comment by Gilgamesh on May 6, 2010 at 3:03am

I'm sure I'll jump back in at some point. It's becoming a family trait to be a truther: My father has recently retired from the positions of S.Michigan RCO for the Norfed Liberty Dollar, and state coordinator for We The People foundation. He's still in the rabbit hole though. He's found a good balance that hopefully, with time, I'll inherit. Thanks for the gift Vince.

Comment by Gilgamesh on May 6, 2010 at 1:58am

Well Greg, I wish I could just forget everything I've learned and live in ignorance. God knows that's the easier road to travel. But I can't just forget everything. The only thing I can do is avoid the topic. See, I'm a very emotional person. There's no grey area with me, it's all or nothin'. That's just who I am. And so it is with myself and the world of truth, I'm either totally encompassed by it, or totally avoidant of it. Unfortunately I can't live in that world anymore. I dedicated three years of my life to that world: attempting to educate people, signing and perpetuating petitions, campaigning for Ron Paul, even printing up and handing out informative pamphlets. But I can't continue on that road, at least not at this point in my life. Things are much to hard to frustrate myself with things that I can't control. I would literally cry myself to sleep some nights thinking about the atrocities going on around the world, the social and political injustice in my country, and the blatant attacks on personal liberties that our forefathers fought and died to bestow upon us. I got to the point where it became physically strenuous to not grab random people by their face and scream at them "open your eyes you fucking idiot, look what they're doing to us". I don't know if I failed to explain how much this was affecting me or not, but needless to say, it was getting very nasty in my head.
Maybe someday I'll get back into it, maybe next election season. But for now, I need a break. My kids need their happy daddy back, and so do I.