I have to get something off my chest.
I’ve spent a lot of my life as a “cartographer of chaos,” trying to draw an honest map of a dishonest world. And right now, the map is on fire. I know you feel it, too. The constant, low-grade hum of anxiety. The feeling that we’re all just one bad day away from the whole damn thing coming apart at the seams.
I have been trying to ignore the news. And yet, I still see the arguments. And I have to ask the questions that my training, my experience, and my own damn integrity won’t let me ignore.
About the Kirk murder… Stop for a second. Forget who you hate. Just ask yourself the one question a real investigator would ask: Cui bono? That is, ‘Who benefits’? Who gets the money, the power, the perfect excuse to crack down, from this mess? And the “evidence”? Does that feel real to you? Or does it feel like a prop, left there to be easily found by the cameras? I’ve seen enough real-world chaos to know the difference between a mess and a stage play.
Let’s ask another hard question. We live in an age of deepfakes, of AI-generated reality, of movie-quality special effects that can be made on a laptop. We are masters of illusion. Have we considered that the ‘reality’ we’re being sold on our screens might be the most sophisticated illusion of all? Are we watching the news, or are we watching the season finale of a show designed to keep us afraid?
Who profits from keeping us at each other’s throats? It’s not just the politicians. It’s the media empires that sell you your daily dose of rage. It’s the foreign powers that sit back and watch us tear ourselves apart. We’re not in a civil war; we’re in a bidding war for our own souls, and the price is cheap.
And the last question, the one that keeps me up at night. This whole thing didn’t just happen. It grew. It festered. It’s a cancer. The question isn’t just “How do we get rid of the tumor?” The question is, “What made our body so sick that the cancer could grow in the first place?”
These aren’t questions with easy answers. They’re not supposed to be. They’re the hard, necessary work we’ve been avoiding.
The real fight isn’t in the streets. It’s in our own heads. It’s in our own homes. It’s in the quiet, courageous decision to turn off the noise, to look at our own “dirty mirror,” and to start the long, difficult work of being the decent, integrous people we have always claimed to be.
I’m just a guy drawing a map. It’s up to you to have the courage to read it.