The Knowledge Crisis Has to Wait—First, The Book

Take a first dive into Coddled Children’s dystopian world below!

For months, I’ve spent almost all my time writing about the real crisis in the West. Not climate change, pandemics, or global conflicts, but the deeper, underlying issue that sits at the root of them all: a knowledge crisis.

Like Rome before its fall, we are watching critical thought fade, institutions break down, and the very foundations of our civilization quietly crumble. I’ve thoroughly broken down exactly how we got here. My next article was supposed to be about solutions.

I know what they are. I know how to bring everything together in a new book that will challenge the way we think about knowledge, progress, and decline.

But first… I need to finish what I started.

The English translation of Coddled Children has been long overdue. I’ve announced it before, but between deep-dive articles and uncovering the depth of our decline, it kept falling to the background.

That stops now.

Over the next few months, my full focus will be on completing the translation. As I work through it, I’ll share excerpts—short glimpses into the dystopic world of the Free Nations.

Once it’s finished, I’ll return to where I left off. The final article on the knowledge crisis will come, and with it, a larger discussion on what happens next.

If you want to follow along as the translation progresses, stay tuned.

The book is coming. And with it, the reality we need to face.

Here’s the excerpt of the first chapter of Coddled Children:

“I’m really trying to do everything by the rules of the Free Nations,” Kitty says, her voice tight with frustration. “But it feels like I’m dying a little more inside every day. My heart just… hurts.”

Her next words come out raw and desperate.

“I just don’t think I can keep this up for the rest of my life.”

Sammy takes a deep breath. When Kitty shifts from destructive to melancholic, there’s at least room for some talking.

“Alright, I’m going to ask you something,” Sammy says cautiously. “I get that you think we’re not doing things right. But have you ever thought about what we’d actually do all day if everything did work? Wouldn’t we just become redundant?”

Kitty looks up at her friend, wide-eyed.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s pretty simple,” Sammy continues. “Think about your ideal world—where the brightest minds solve every problem quickly and efficiently. What would we do then?”

She pauses, watching Kitty’s face twist in confusion. Sammy chuckles softly at the bewildered expression staring back at her.

“For people like us, there’d be nothing left,” Sammy says, her voice calm but matter-of-fact. “Unless we started doing the work of the Whiteys ourselves. And let’s be real—most of us wouldn’t be able to handle that. We’d be just as useless as you say. So tell me, Kitty, which is worse: being useless but staying busy, or being useless with nothing to do all day?”

“We’re all equal. We can’t lower ourselves to do the work of the Whiteys, and we can’t rise above the others either. So face it Kitty, THIS…” Sammy spreads her arms wide for emphasis, “is the best we can get. It’s really that simple.”

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