The Sky King and the Killdozer - being fully human in an inhuman world.

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This is beautiful, Anthony. I was just thinking of writing something about these two as Heemeyer came immediately to mind when I heard this story.

Got goosebumps. Wanna cry.

God bless all you “screw loose” people out there.

It probably just means you’re fully human on a planet built for slaves.

Peace, love, and #anarchy.

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The following was penned yesterday by Anthony Clifton

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I can't do this as a video, but I can do this.

There comes a time for some people where the pressure of the world becomes too much and a guy just snaps.

And no matter how anyone tries to paint this special man in a negative light, he captures the hearts and minds of an entire generation.

Why?

He is a snapshot of the state of society. His reaction, as 'extreme' as it may seem at a glance, is the collective sigh of men everywhere who wake up every day tired of their life.

Tired of the status quo. Their muscles worn and sore from work, their minds numb from the media, hearts desensitized by their inability cope with the burden of their own reality.

This special man, this God for a day, always seems to be gifted in his action.

Heemeyer was capable of constructing his explosive resistant Killdozer despite having only a rudimentary amount of the knowledge required.

Russell was able to fly his plane, performing complex aerial maneuvers and piloting through mountain turbulence with amazing ease, stunning onlookers. His only flight experience was from video games.

This miraculous display of genius and spur the moment skill speak to the decay of society even further.

Their potential was endless, their existence became meaningless, and outside forces became irrelevant.

These stories, despite their differences, end the same way. The roar of this mans state of Zen, his moment of victory against the system, ends in his eternal silence.

But it doesn't have to.

The emotional state of onlookers who cheered on their god of the moment in the aftermath, is the inhale before the state of dread sets in.

The hero is free. You are not. And the realization hits like a death in the family.

And now we breathe. We wait for another hero to catch our eye, so we can cheer as another man breaks free and we'll cry after 'Why not me, when is my chance?'

Today is your chance. There is always a chance to rip your joy away from the razor sharp maw of society and the system.

You are a broken guy with a screw loose, you just haven't realized it yet.

You are always willing to be reasonable until you have to be unreasonable.

You want to see the Olympics, find that baby orca, you just want the government off your lawn.

You just don't know it yet.

But you will.

So celebrate these men, learn from their example, meditate on them.

And then do your barrel roll.

6-4-04/8-10-18

I hope this was worth reading, I had to stop several times.