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“You gotta watch it. It’s violent as hell, but it sucks you in.”
This is how my brother introduced me to the Squid Game several months ago. And he couldn’t have been more right. Mrs. Groovy and I watched the first episode and we were hooked.
The most poignant part of season one for me was when the twisted elites who funded the “games” were introduced. One was obviously a super-rich, super-amoral American. Mrs. Groovy, upon realizing this, asked a question that I had already answered in my mind. “Could our elites really be so evil?” “Heck yeah,” I blurted out. “Remember Epstein Island?”
You can tell the quality of your elites by the quality of their concerns. We got serious problems in this country. The national debt is over $30 trillion, we are way too dependent on China for manufacturing, skid rows are more numerous and more populous than ever, crime is rampant, annual drug overdose deaths now exceed 100,000, our southern border is a sieve for “migrants,” drug traffickers, and sex traffickers, our schools are so incompetent we have to import engineering talent, few Americans outside the upper class can afford housing, higher education, and health care without massive subsidies, fertility is below the replacement level, and one-third to one-half of the country despise our Founding Fathers and our Constitution—America, in effect, is collapsing right before our eyes. And what are the major concerns of our ruling elites? Well, one major concern is the territorial integrity of Ukraine. Our ruling elites have no problem spending billions of dollars we don’t have to help the Ukrainians repel the Russians. Another major concern is transgenderism. We all have to submit to the fantasy that a guy with a big hairy nutsack is a woman just because he gets estrogen shots and wears a dress. And if you dare question the new-and-improved definition of a woman, our ruling elites will do everything in their power to crush you socially and professionally.
I’m not going to pull any punches. Our ruling elites are sick demented assholes. They don’t care about you, and they don’t care about this country. All that matters to them is their twisted desires. And if their twisted desires mean squalor for you and the dissolution of America, so be it.
“Okay, okay,” I hear you protesting. “Our ruling elites are as wretched in real life as they were depicted in the fictional Squid Game. I’ll grant you that. But what the heck does their wretchedness have to do with tiny homes?”
Great question. Here’s the answer: Our ruling elites discovered long ago that the best way to control you is to sow financial weakness and then conditionalize access to the financial lifelines that they control. In other words, our ruling elites love it when people have so mismanaged their lives they are utterly dependent on either a government program or a corporate job for survival. This way, they can turn that government program or that corporate job into a Sword of Damocles over every dependent soul’s head. Want to keep those government contracts and grants rolling in? You better have the right number of women and POCs on your payroll and in positions of power. Want to keep your professional license? You better not question climate change, NATO, open borders, non-binary pronouns, or anything else our ruling elites hold dear. Want to keep your job? Well, you better get the jab, and if you’re white, you better renounce your whiteness at the next diversity-training seminar. And this weaponization of financial lifelines is only going to get worse. Our ruling elites want nothing short of a social credit system. This way, if you have a low social credit score; that is, if you’re uppity enough to question your school board, eat meat, or believe—heaven forbid—that all lives matter, your ability to do such elementary things as book air travel, open a bank account, or rent an apartment will be severely limited.
And this is where tiny homes come in.
The best way to be financially secure, and not be dependent on any government program or any lousy job, is to own your home outright. It’s amazing how low your cost of living becomes and how easy saving becomes when you don’t have a mortgage or rent payment. Mrs. Groovy and I own Groovy Ranch outright and the combined cost of property taxes, utilities, and insurance runs around $300 per month. If Mrs. Groovy and I somehow managed to lose all of our savings and were forced to de-retire, we could easily maintain Groovy Ranch with two minimum wage jobs.
Groovy Ranch isn’t a tiny home, of course. It’s a modest home of 1,500 square feet. And if the typical American had a reasonable shot of outright owning a 1,500 square-foot home in a reasonable amount of time, say no more than five years, I would be a supreme advocate of modest homes. But outright owning a modest home or better in a reasonable amount of time isn’t in the cards for most Americans. The typical American does however have a reasonable shot of outright owning a tiny home in a five-year time span, especially if he or she builds the tiny home him- or herself (see here, here, and here). So that’s why I’m a supreme advocate of tiny homes. Because our ruling elites are so depraved, our freedom and dignity will increasingly hinge on whether we have financial security. Those who have financial security will be able to tell the tyrants to lump it. Those who don’t will have to bend the knee. And the quickest path to financial security—to having no debt, an emergency fund, some retirement savings, and a low cost of living—is to own your home outright. If you value your freedom and dignity—and are decades away from being mortgage or rent free—you will get yourself into a tiny home (or a single-wide or an RV or a camper van) ASAP.
I’m not saying living in a tiny home would be fun. Human beings while immensely social also value solitude. And if you have a spouse or children, solitude would be a very rare commodity in a tiny home.
But you know what else isn’t fun? Kissing the ring of a scumbag bureaucrat or a scumbag boss.
If you’re the typical American, there’s no escaping inconvenience and shame. The good news is that you get to decide what inconvenience and shame you get to bear. Do you want the inconvenience and “shame” of living in a tiny home? Or do you want the inconvenience and shame of being beholden to Mitch McConnell, Nancy Pelosi, and all the other sick demented assholes who are fiddling while America burns?
I know which inconvenience and shame Mrs. Groovy and I prefer. If we didn’t own Groovy Ranch outright and weren’t comfortable financially, we’d be doing everything in our power to replicate that position of FU. And if that meant working two minimum wage jobs and living in a small off-grid cabin in the wilds of Montana, we’d be doing our schtick out of Big Sky Country. Fuck our ruling elites.
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