I’m Mostly Done

There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do. … Go through his clothes and look for loose change.

~ Miracle Max, played by Billy Crystal in The Princess Bride


At the very least, I’m mostly done. Inadequate at motivating change in a significant number of people, ten years into writing and speaking about the most important threats humans will ever face, nearly a thousand posts in this space, I am taking a break. About a year after I wrote I would be retreating — a year in which I increased the frequency of posting in this space — I’m making the same promise again.

A strategic retreat is in order. The lethal combination of professional trolls and the Deep State — not that the two are mutually exclusive — has me changing my priorities.

All this assumes industrial civilization holds beyond September, 2017. This seems unlikely, considering an Arctic Ocean free of ice (or nearly so), along with global financial bubbles on the verge of popping, “flash droughts” threatening grain production, global decline of net fossil energy, the ongoing and near-term false-flag-induced military misadventures involving North Korea and other locations around the globe, and a few dozen other threats to this set of living arrangements.

Clarity is needed, obviously. I’m not giving up, whatever that means.

I’ll still tour upon demand, although I’ll no longer pour my own money, and that of my generous partners, into my speaking tours. I’ve no fiat currency left to give. Instead, all tours will be fully funded and organized by the host(s). The only employee at Crawford’s Attractions has taken a salaried position and is therefore unavailable to continue supporting my work. If you’d like to take her place, please let me know via email: guy.r.mcpherson@gmail.com

Considering my expertise as a speaker and the importance of my message, full funding and organizing for tours seems reasonable. Indeed, most speakers with my expertise and public following charge thousands of dollars for an hour-long presentation on issues far more mundane than how we respond to the discontinued existence of Homo sapiens.

Along with the workshop’s co-creator and -facilitator, I will continue to offer the Only Love Remains workshop in Western Belize where I live. It has proven hugely powerful for the few participants who have taken advantage of the opportunity.

I’ll release video clips now and then, especially during and after speaking tours. This work will continue to rely upon the latest available evidence from reliable sources. If I do not tour, video releases will be brief and infrequent.

I will continue to make myself available for interviews. Results will be posted in this space.

I’ll write rarely, at least compared to my output to date in this space. Writing is difficult. Writing well, and creatively, is mostly impossible. For the majority of writers, the pay is terrible. In my case, there is no pay. Most of my future writing will respond to requests, such as from Weekly Hubris.

Nature Bats Last on the Progressive Radio Network will air live until the 5 September 2017 episode. Video radcasts of the Guy, Fawkes, and Jamen show will air until pre-recorded episodes are exhausted. All subsequent bets are off.

I’ve deleted the Facebook Page associated with Nature Bats Last on the Progressive Radio Network. I will terminate commentary in the Facebook Group associated with the radio show shortly after the final show broadcasts live. I’ve deactivated my Facebook account. I’ll stop or greatly reduce the time I spend online, especially on social media.

I’m tired of holding the hands of people who are not willing to return the love. As a result, I will respond cryptically or not at all to the dozens of daily mundane requests easily answered in a few minutes online.

Looking back, I’m stunned I made it this far. The cost: everything except extreme isolation. The reward: a relatively clear conscious. I’m whole. I need nothing more.

Was it worth it? Does it matter?

Call me what you will. I can already hear the cries of “he admits he was wrong,” “he burned out,” and “he was too weak.” Actually, the evidence indicates I’m correct. And I’ve endured libel, slander, and death threats for more than a decade, along with repeated and ongoing attacks on my work and on my character. I’ve endured the loss of enormous privilege, money, and relationships. I was subjected to juvenile name-calling in the New York Times and libeled in the pages of the Washington Post. In other words, I’m plenty strong. I just no longer give a damn about most of the people I’ve never met.

Make no mistake: I love humanity. It’s a majority of the people I can barely tolerate.

I’m not bitter, although this decision is bittersweet and I’m afflicted with large servings of disappointment, disgust, sadness, humor, and various other emotions. Finally, in other words, I’m reasonably enlightened about the human condition.

I’ve finally concluded that nearly all humans within civilization deserve the horrors they willfully bring to others. I’m saddened by the knowledge that innocents and non-human life will suffer as a result. And I’ll not shoulder that heavy burden.

To the extent I am able, I opted out of the monetary system in pursuit of peace long ago. I remain grateful for the generosity of my supporters, which covers most of my modest living expenses, and I understand those who would rather contribute to other causes in the future.

I did what I could, at tremendous personal cost. It wasn’t nearly enough. Please carry on without me, albeit with my moral support.