It was said by some something that for a short time posed as gospel waiting without any period of grace to be quickly replaced by the next truism. This sort of indirect manner of communication by hearsay increasingly being the most trusted telegraph as for those who were in the profession of gathering rumors to be daily dispensed, no one would believe in anything purely official anymore. That was simply there to state some sort of foundational premise by which the rumor mill had context appropriate to the point that the keepers of societies current cultural blowtorch wanted to erase or emblazon. How then was it possible to understand one’s existence in any other fashion that would be consistent enough to be trusted as a truism? Whatever character that might be introduced at this juncture by way of this detectable premise then being reasonably cynical and unreachable by the common sense nature of animal intuition. Not willing to ever trust their own first impressions for a lurking fear that someone somewhere was smarter then they and had deviously factored in that distinct possibility. Most of current society had by this point been factored in as sheep, their aesthetic of entertainment merely relentlessly overcooked cliche’s rudely appropriated from centuries past. Something that by virtue of rote familiarity made the them more comfortable to the misery enjoyed by those of their lot.
Brain dead zombies buzzing about like proverbial electrons only sure of their immediate trajectory since the last collision, always feeling the strain of being pulled towards an invisible center. The long span of life ever present in the experience of the same continuous moment. No sense of growth come of the impression of growth over the long haul. No sense of personal identity outside the amorphous group. No loyalty afforded even the closest of kin ever in favor of the infantile self in an amoral atmosphere of being provided ample lip service and told that any lack of delivery was the result of the lack of those around them through the convenience of calling out the hue and cry of yet another scapegoat. The world would have been better had so and so done what! What indeed had been done to begin with one might have asked to begin with beyond the usual trickery. The gloss of the official carried forth by the dumb efficiency of robotic devices that had been assembled as a bulwark against any unexpected censure imposed by anyone that might have unexpectedly caught on that this routine was merely institutional methodology designed to shackle all the other buffoons. So the unofficial religion of the time now dispensing with even the threat of life after material earthly existence as the ultimate shillealeah to keep societies rascals from losing ownership of the farm.
So perfected was this cradles to grave stratagem that few opponents appeared in the course of daily business. The only threats being lateral from associates that might at any time rival the few at the top that secretly vied for dominance. The other factor of unexpected external chaos appearing from an unexpected quadrant that was beyond the powers of this few to fend off. Bunkers and safe places held at the ready to wait out such disasters and then magically appear once again to proclaim some sort of omniscience on behalf of all the sheep slaughtered amidst the few left miserable and remaining. Humanities only real hope being this sort of chaos in both small and large measures. Idleness and boredom providing a convenient opportunity to shift attentions. The quick switch from dulled out unconsciousness to vicarious painful immediacy a spear point that would not be allowed to turn into a phalanx of rapidly rising opposition. That thin veneer of professional bullies separating the staircase to all upper levels. Packs of jackals posing as Jack Russell terriers madly gavotting about the crowd in the full tilt of angry paranoia each dreaming of being the most favored lapdog at their respective master’s feet offering purloined blood from ever neck that they had bitten for a simple cuff misinterpreted as a pat upon their brows. Call it Liberal in the most Conservative sensibilities of the same. It will all come out in the wash.