Thursday, October 10th, 2013 at 9:36am

Why Me?

Posted by admin
I’ve been asked, why bother?  Why spend years researching and writing.
It’s even a question I’ve asked myself.    That’s right! I talk to myself. 🙂
I’ve taken on the task, because, it’s necessary and, no one else is doing it, in quite the same way.
I am cousin to almost all of the Presidents and Vice Presidents of the USA through a common ancestor. So I feel a duty and calling to fix our Country. 
You might ask yourself “why not go with the Flow?”  Just Follow the lead of current Politically Correct culture.
If you are reading this then you do not just conform; you follow an internal compass.  
“what they follow is different from what most people follow. They don’t conform for the sake of conforming. They don’t do what others do merely because others are doing it. They follow an inner voice, a call. They have a vision, not of what is, but of what might be. They think outside the box. They march to a different tune.” Chief Rabbi Jonathan Sacks
“Marching to a different drummer does not make one superior… or inferior,
merely in tune with their interior.” – Dr. Society
The explanations and insights, you will find here, are not out there.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, I see things that other have not. 
No, I don’t see dead people.   
Though, I do see debt, people. 🙂
I continue with The Society Project because I know we will succeed, with your help.

On a personal level, it is a lonely business, for myself, putting together this material and forming a workable plan that people can implement.
It will also be difficult for you until enough people are convinced and our view becomes the norm.
It was far easier to ignore everything and hope it goes away. 
There is a song by Kansas that describes what I went through and what you will encounter.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
At some point, one gains perspective that makes others uncomfortable.  It grows harder to converse about subjects people aren’t ready to face.    To other people it seems:
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
Eventually, the blank stares, faltering smiles and even hostility accumulates and one finds themselves all alone. 
I am not the first nor the last to find themselves in this temporary state.
I go on because I say to myself, based on past experience rising above temporary setbacks:
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done

Only relatively few are needed to repair the system.   This is for you.