I've been thinking a lot lately about my viability as it relates to the industrial powers.
For a while there I was basically sunk, for many reasons. Of course there's more of them than there is of me, they have a broader and deeper power base, and the resource differential between us is massive. But one thing I got they haven't got, that's spunk and determination. In school I outlasted several teachers, so obviously I don't go down without a fight.
Spunk and determination. But that's not to say I haven't had some luck too, some extraordinary shaking out of the dice of life. For instance there was no way to predict the Krugman connection of a few weeks ago, when the famous columnist shamed the industrialists (I wrote about it), meaning they withdrew from me in a substantial way. That helped immensely. Add that kind of luck to my spunk and determination, and that's a force that's hard to reckon with.
What have I been doing lately to regain my viability? The other day, you may recall, I used the biblically-based science of taunting, taunting the industrial powers by calling them clowns. I felt a lot of regained viability from that exercise, more than what I would likely have felt simply by chance. Chance alone usually pays off moderately, but conscious exercises have a way of building on themselves.
Now I've been thinking of some of the techniques of sympathetic magic, a biggie of which is coming up with a representing image upon which to operate. It's a lot like doctors practicing on cadavers. If they're dead, it's hard to mess up, and the benefits are great, discovering your way around a human body. If I can represent the industrial powers, the representation itself is not living, so the actual industrial powers don't know what's going on. But the benefits within my own mind (as with the doctor) would be very real.
So what if I came up with some effigies of the industrialists? That would surely be a major thing for pumping up my viability. Then, as we all know, once I get the psychic viability I feel I need, I could be back out nosing around the industrial section, accruing evidence and slanting it in such a way as to be justify my case against them. Then I might set them on fire!
The blasted industrialists! Clowns!