One lives the life that one has despite the commentary of others for better or worse. For who can judge another with absolute certainty that they in fact are not equally misguided to make comments from outside of another’s experience? Or perhaps more so? A hypocrite. When ever too many people come together under the spell of a few others then bad things will inevitably occur. Who can keep us better insulated from this than ourselves through one’s own common sense? Extremism seems to attract its opposite number in opinion. To appear before the public within the engines of the realm of the popular as a non-aligned individual often courts disaster. The effect is generally tailored and preplanned. The fact being that a few casually feed us notes about our own pending destruction. The collective ‘WE’ morality being the philosophy of sheep doomed to the slaughter. It seems wiser to worry more about one’s immediate vicinity rather than complicity lend one’s hand and vote of compliance to agendas that twist themselves around to produce great harm. If you buy into the fiction that the best interests of the commonwealth of society are presently being served consider the analogy of the regulator of a pressure cooker keeping the vessel from unleashing its full potential. The exact task of the current version of the ‘fifth estate’ of modern journalism. To talk the talk without producing evidence of any journey but one to the bank with the check from the special interest entity that happens to support it. The only thing one knows for sure is how little one knows after all.
Distrust cannot do anything but destroy the social fabric of community. For better or worse one must interact with others of the same level of feet planted solidly upon Mother Earth. Mutual avarice and altruism work well together when negotiated by equals. The necessary currency of human relations must be counter balancing of whim and undisclosed agenda with studied intransigence. Consensus, though it empowers the commercial markets is the St Vitus dance of simpletons and fools. The institutional cultivation of public opinion through public perception is the power base of the cartels. The larger society is ruled by voluntary illusion. What you are encouraged to believe becomes everyday fact if you consent to ascribing to it as being so. The weight and prestige of authority is administered by the state on behalf of the powers behind its bureaucracy. The model of the ‘good citizen’ is but another role closely akin to that of sheep in the flock awaiting the present tense vagaries of shearing or eventual slaughter. It is only ones collective unwillingness as a matrix of anonymous skeptics that prevents the obvious from occurring.
Now, in this age of telecommuting and simultaneous second by second tracking of the behavior of crowds that lend assurance to hidden agendas against their most feared enemy, random behavior. A continuing sense of chaos is fine if it is duly manufactured but quickly shunned and covered up with the gloss of further falsehoods if it is not. Truly random thoughts and the miracle of inspired genius demonstrated by powers unknown destabilizes the illusion. To simply posit the definition of the entity behind the regular fiction of one’s own name is to court disaster in the lexicon of properly maintained acceptable public consciousness. That is specifically what the fiction of psychiatry and socialism were designed to combat. Fighting fire with fear but not water. This is the current paradigm of the fiction of modernism and the deception of preplanned demolition that is really intended behind that word, “Change” created by those artful shepherds who everyone is ever unwilling to address by name.