So many human beings seem to find themselves living amidst an institutional conspiracy of fear and unable to resolve fact from fiction. And to anyone that puts in a little time to sort through the conflicting manias touting doom and destruction from any source inconceivable or otherwise it is obvious that this is theater on a grand scale. Moliere many years past envisioned a Tartuffe where we are left with only very meager imitations of this sort of hypocrite in the guise of mountebanks posing as progenitors of ultimate power. The true power rests anonymous and publicly undisclosed calculating how to psyche out the general population through orchestrated scarcities in counterpoint with the repetitive programming of scurrilous false flag dramas employing the artistic flourish of prime time television production values. Never any credible evidence to back the reliable intervals of well-times political initiatives. Their minions freely distributing the notions of “can’t” and “can not” from the ivory of steel and glass towers constructed by numerically tiny elites that no one dare name or lambaste in ear shod of public forums. Their trolls abounding on the airwaves to give the appearance of discussion between pro and con factions that is reality are work for hire. The traditional bustle of happenstance town square discourse replaced by well-calculated incognito whispers. A small cadre of hyperactive barking dogs chasing an infinitely larger nervous herd masking their own respective fears of the day that the bovine masses awakening from their artificially induced state of perpetual coma and saying aloud in a chorus the unimaginable word, “NO!”
How strange that honesty and transparency is demanded without exception at street level but flagrantly defiled by those who drift magically into the public eye as supposedly being in the power of high office. The chaos of the world depends upon abandoning one’s own best interests in terms of daily survival and surrendering themselves fully to a handful of others who plot their institutionalized destruction. You can’t motivate a species that has the taste of your blood in its mouth. The greatest weapon held by these self-disenfranchised throngs is coming into the great fortune of a precise knowledge of exactly who their adversaries are and where they can easily be found to take them to task. As Balzac reminded his readers, “Behind every fortune is a great crime!” What further justification need their be to pull down these rascals and apply a little well-deserved vigilante justice? The defense of the realm ceded to apolitical mercenaries has ever melted away in the face of the well-demonstrated ire of an angry population bent on setting things aright at any cost. It is the law of the jungle that demonstrated that some must be willing to die in order to live. A lesson that many seek to avoid but to soon might be foisted upon them. The false ensue of security that has suppressed such basic sensibilities now soon the be revealed as mere smoke. For those willing to stare into the Gorgon’s once beautiful face but not be tempted by fear to turn to stone, the possibility of a future. For those who wish to huddle, business as usual, a rude awakening on a cold deckchair sliding down the stern of the Titanic.