I grew up with lots of different types of people. One type was people who had it made. Solid loving families. Dad had a great job. Financially stable to the point of owning a weekend house. Some of these kids were in my class. Their Achilles heel was not seeing danger even if it was staring them straight in the face, and also never having a concept of urgency. They never had to scramble, never had to worry, because mom and dad took care of everything.

It’s not just demoralization that creates blindness and refusal to believe. It’s also because everything constantly going your way has turned your brain to mush, and made your spine go soft. The only time these kids were ever truly fearful was when they were watching a horror movie. There are downsides to growing up in wonderful circumstances. They keep you from becoming tough. They keep you from seeing and sniffing out what other people (those raised in “less fortunate” circumstances) can see very clearly. They make you soft and unprepared for life. They’re not demoralized in the least, but they’ll fall prey to exactly what Bezmenov describes. So who really had the “lucky” upbringing?

I grew up with lots of different types of people. One type was people who had it made. Solid loving families. Dad had a great job. Financially stable to the point of owning a weekend house. Some of these kids were in my class. Their Achilles heel was not seeing danger even if it was staring them straight in the face, and also never having a concept of urgency. They never had to scramble, never had to worry, because mom and dad took care of everything.

It’s not just demoralization that creates blindness and refusal to believe. It’s also because everything constantly going your way has turned your brain to mush, and made your spine go soft.