I actually have mental health struggles. I take meds every day. I’m at baseline. When someone says “seek help” and I’m fine it’s insulting and demeaning. I’m doing nothing wrong. You’re being rude to me. This whole thread is about a food crisis that a lot of people on here agree is happening, most in fact, and you are in denial of their experience with this aggressive rhetoric. If you think oil production is unrelated to food production there are better ways to express yourself on that.

You are so incredibly mean.

I think you are part of that other completely different culture that is now colliding with ours and we just have no clue how to talk to you people and you have no clue how to talk to us. You seem very rude to me. What makes sense to you and which you take for granted seems completely nonsensical to me, and vice versa. I don’t even know where to begin. It’s like you’re speaking a different language entirely.

It feels like you’re incessantly going after me in a bad faith discussion style.

I’m confused. What do you want evidence for? Seems like various common knowledge being mentioned. And why do you think I’m making some big argument? I’m trying to have a broader discussion, more like brainstorming, not a debate. Why all the fuss?

I’m referring to shale oil peaking. That’s the only reason oil production has increased in the United States recently - shale oil production increasing massively over the last decade. I saw something that seemed to indicate the US shale oil peaking which would be a major factor in food production going forward and may have spooked the markets and thereby disrupted supply chains. What do you think I mean by ‘factor’ or ‘depends heavily on’? When someone is brainstorming it’s common courtesy not to get all dismissive and degrading, also basic decency.

What? What do you think I mean by that? I’m making a basic statement about reality that seems foreign to you, not one of those mystical things people say. All of these factors in agriculture are intertwined especially the way in which oil pervades the production process.

Everything is connected.

There is a broader crisis at work you should really be aware of. Watch ‘Collapse’. It’s a great documentary centered on the work of sustainability activist Michael Ruppert that gets into this.

What are you talking about? It’s a major factor. I didn’t say it was the only factor.

Literally agriculture depends heavily on oil.

Agriculture depends heavily on oil.

Yeah around there. I’ll check it out.

What do you mean you don’t see the relevance of shale oil production?

If I don’t starve before then.

Yeah as I go read more it seems like what I’m more concerned with is OSAT (open source appropriate technology) where there is heavy consideration of sustainability. Also some of the things people are mentioning here which seems to kind of overlap - open source ecology, right to repair, etc. I think though I’m kind of wanting like a deliberate synthesis of all of this, the whole range of issues, almost like the intersection of ‘green politics’ and open source everything. I feel like that intersection doesn’t get nearly enough attention. I don’t know if it’s because the ‘science wars’ make it a little awkward or what.

I’m just really traumatized by Facebook and all that. Sorry if I come off as triggerhappy or abrasive. I did see much of your point. It seems like our lives are increasingly based in cyberspace now for better, worse, or neither; so I feel like I’m fleeing an abusive domestic situation (big tech platforms as a home) where there was extensive trauma bonding going on between me and the algorithms.

I’ve been all over the map on this historically looking at every angle - there’s no understating that. After just such deep and broad consideration, at this point I think it is perfectly fair to be deathly concerned that big tech and the power structure of which they are a part do not remotely have our interests at heart. They have all of this psychological knowledge about addiction to which you refer, and they are using it to make people more addicted, more engaged, more dependent, all to make more money. It’s actually simple in that respect. It is my old naivety to even begin to think again that there is something socially responsible left at the foundation of big tech. I am not a flawless specimen of mental health independent of big tech, but the economic model upon which they are based is an important aspect of my overall problem in life. There is more room to heal, more room to breathe and lick my wounds apart from them on balance, so that is where I am headed. I am surprised that a decade after Edward Snowden there are actually still people saying “don’t be afraid” implying that the system is fundamentally good.

It’s not extremist to point out how messed up this massive tech supermachine is and how it’s milking us all mercilessly for every last dollar and cent and calorie. If you think that is radical then you are unfortunately quite deep in the machine. Things have to fundamentally change.

When I lived in that nice middle class neighborhood growing up there was a drive-by shooting (which we all completely panicked about and made a huge deal), a meth lab that was discovered one day three doors down (the police came with hazmat suits and everything), my drug-addicted uncle was often wandering into the house drugged up on heroin, and there was this longstanding story about a guy a few houses down the other street who killed his wife then went up to a nearby mountain and shot himself. People had been warning me about poor neighborhoods all my life up until I was 21 saying they were even worse. But since winding up constantly in poor neighborhoods I’ve never been mugged, developed a generally thick skin, basic street smarts, learned who not to look in the eye, what not to do, how to react, how not to react, stay out of people’s business, what situations lead to what other situations, don’t be such a stickler about every little crime or suspicion of crime, listen to some gansta rap, know the greats, vibe, and everything is gravy. Seems simple to me now. Now I just enjoy the neighborhood. Birds chirping. Trees swaying. Haven’t heard about any murders, meth labs, and I can afford a place of my own, or at least a room of my own. It’s better than being a thin-skinned suburbanite who finds themselves walking on eggshells the minute a wild crime-ish energy appears.