Day at the Beach

Don't forget to play in the real world

So we took the little beasts first to load up on sugar for an Italian style breakfast. The Ice Spartan is with us, and he’s probably contemplating becoming an ascetic monk on the top of a mountain away from other humans because of it.

Then the wife said we should take the to the beach, though it was closed and cold and there is no one there.

The Ice Spartan sat on a lone bench on the beach and when I told him, that “See, you thought it would be chaos, and instead, here you are, in peaceful solitude on a cold beach just how you like them,” he replied, “Yes, it’s very interesting. I look left, and I see the calm sea, the whole horizon is peaceful. And then I look right and I see… your children.”

He did chase the little aryan girl for quite a bit though, they have a strong love-hate relationship, since, she is who she is. As and example, he saw her with a stick a few days ago, and asked he about it and she said with a beautiful smile: “Yes, I’m going to poke your eyes out with it!”

But then when he is away for a couple of days and comes back to stay with us she runs and hugs his legs and tells him “I missed you!” and she randomly gives him a hug and kiss when she sits near him at the table.

Then again, the other day, when the girls were on the trampoline and they tipped it by mistake, and liked it, they asked him to hold it tipped, or to tip it for them with them in, as the new game (which probably destroyed the thing, but anyway…). The little Aryan Girl had not seen this prelude, so just saw him tipping the trampoline with her three older sisters in it. She gave him a fierce look, and shouted:

“Leave my sisters alone!” The promptly charged him and tried to bite him.

There is no doubt that one too has Viking genes in there.

The Young Viking spent his time claiming the hills of sand by planting a stick on the top of them and digging holes in their tops, to build tunnels.

The Pink Astronaut (upgraded from her previous nickname of Piglet) build very fancy little towers decorated in shells, and Monkey, got the filthiest of them all though she is the second-oldest at age ten.

It’s nice to see them run around wild, even if the sand, inevitable wet shoes, and so on, are a PITA.

But now that spring is here, whenever they cause too much chaos in the house, I get them to put shoes on and throw them out to go and play in the forest.

Dejected, sad, and upset they are from this. For about 13 seconds. Then an hour later they come call me to see what new insane game they invented, or mythical city they built with sticks, and random toys.

Seriously, the digital world is all a trap, and I use it as a tool to fight the advancing “Brave New World” they want to push on us right until permanent VR, digital money and social credit, and slavification.

Build communities of resistance against all the “comfort” coming your way, or become the caged bird. And your cage will not even be gold. it will be covered in excrement, and overawed with invading species.

Fight back by LIVING and refusing to comply with any of the bullshit. And it’s high time, fiat money got burnt to the ground along with the “people” who control it.