As best as I understand and know right now… fuck…

I need to run for governor. Fuckin hell. I don’t see any more efficient means to create a better village.

At the end of the day someone has to get in there and pull some levers.

God damn it.

This means filling a managerial role. This means being scrutinized to no end. This means having every little mistake I ever made/make/might make/might not make/etc. being amplified. This means being on record A LOT and having every little word being put under a microscope. And worst of all, this means coming to the attention of lunatics en mass.

Alternatively… plan B. Live in the mountains and ignore politics. The same politics that determine if WWIII will get hot in the US. That drive costs of everything. The same politics that cannot refrain from taking more control regardless of how incremental it is. The same politics that inevitably knock on your door to make sure you’re complying. Plan B isn’t an option… I wonder if the older and (hopefully) wiser me will agree.

Plan C… something something tree of liberty. Yea that’s a big fat no. Plan C is called failure.

Thus… I need to enter politics. Like a 50cal enters an egg. A rotten, dirty, corrupt egg. Stir some shit up. But don’t tear it all down… that’s childish. We need to improve what we have.

I need a thru-line. What am I working towards? Why bother? I’m the richest man in the world and I don’t mince words. Why am I wasting my time on what most rightfully call a moronic endeavor instead of spending that time with my kids?

Thru-line: The Objective