The proud parent thinking that they had done the right thing taking their child to the amusement park asked, “Well! How was it?” The little boy stared back quizzically and replied, “I’ll tell you when I finally get back from the very last one.” And who of any of us can say that we have ever gotten off that merry-go-round since? Or indeed have wanted to? Even if it finally kills everything about us that may have been decent in the end? We spend the night in fear of our own cowardice to act in our own behalf. Leaders and perpetrators may be one and the same but the real party at fault is ourselves for going along. Is the life of a fantasy soaked slave so sweet that he cannot risk breaking his chains? What is so magnificent about carrying the very weapon of your enemy about in your hand and then taking it’s cancerous emanations into your head? Who told you that you could not wash your own clothing by hand in a washtub? Who told you that you had to allow yourself to be injected with the same poison that is spread by the same institutions that wish to eliminate you? Why must your take a necktie as anything beyond what it is intended to symbolize beyond a noose that you eventually hang yourself with? The populations of the major cities are simply self deluded fools that think that their lifetimes are simply about being owned like spoiled pets. Fulfilling a false illusion of individuality while in fact they are merely rearranged cogs glued into place on phantom wheels designed to grind them into their own slow inevitable destruction. The plans of which having been planted through careful drama’s endless repetition written by those very enemies that have lived amidst them for generations as parasites. The existence that your persist in perpetuating is your own folly and no one else’s. You let ‘evil‘ rule existence, that less than ironic polar opposite of ‘live‘, and then wait around humbly, like empty headed sheep, for the consequences to catch up to you. The only sure thing in this equation being your own assured end on someone else’s terms.
Why my world and worldview was ripped away from me. Here I sit mentally fit and physically reasonable. Waiting. Waiting for an opportunity. Any opportunity. Something that will never come again. Why? Because my generation who foolishly set the trend to Liberal mentalities were a bunch of fools. We were easily taken in by the notion of Utopia that was slathered upon us by those professional deceives in Hollywood, publishing and the counterfeit coinage of that segment that calls itself the ‘news’ media. Now I sit idle contemplating my imminent demise like some character in Orwell’s, Paradise Cafe. Feverishly monitoring the screen as if I was looking out the window at the planetary geo-engineered weather wondering when if ever I will see the sky and perhaps the stars ever again. Oh yes! My own eyes still experience what goes on around me, or does not. You see I have developed a long memory. Actively worked upon it in these times of unexpected prolonged unwanted leisure. The world as it once was now something that the current stack of techno-babies cannot imagine or possibly confront. They only know faux visual universes that ape insignificant semiotic post-Modernism.s that give an artificial flavor of worlds past. More in the way that prospective worlds of a tainted future all resemble the Socialistic plans for present tense co-opting. The destructive fantasy of equality by complete normalization on the model of the mechanically foolproof doctrine of the Corporate Globalist management of the entire planet. One where human life is an anachronism that must be stamped out from universal molds to offer perfect cogs. Ones deprogrammed of any uniqueness and ready to surrender all individual leanings in return for the occasional prize of some robot fulfilled animal desires. Semen and ovum for the uterus of one’s closed fist and not for the promulgation of an independent family. Mass routine inoculations to limit lifespan and vitality to the absolute baseline minimum or use as a bio-weapon to quell any unforeseen revolt. A core obsession to displace and dispel all Elvira Madigan’s format he planet. Bitter daily pills filled with arsenic. Life as perpetual suicide where each day begins and ends with a wish to finally get it over with and die.
No, I did not imagine this sort of world possible way back when I refused to follow my own father’s lead. Or take his hard won sage advise. Now the current generations are not even guaranteed the possibility of committing that mistake. That vague steel wool superstructure of state supported constant social justice harangue wears down all propositions that were once taken as solid foundations of sanity and successful life. Things like living a childhood exclusively within a home with two parents there to actively raise them. Instead of the modern conventions of constantly being farmed out to nurseries and day care and after school behavior medication by electronic screens. Live constantly with the faux apprehension that the easily available Internet cornucopia of phone accessible factoids does not comprise wisdom. Routinely surrender themselves in the blink of an eye to social media gossip that cannot validate its claims beyond an unconscious sense of perceptual awareness that it must come ultimately from an anonymous overbearing despotic power group in control of that same means of diffusion. The motivation by way of an unspoken fear that they too may be quickly marginalized if they do not go along with the central planning’s latest whim. Mass suicide of the the self by the continued consensus of silence supporting an increasing conformity by total inaction. “Do what you are told!” and squawk about it in private. Blame, blame,blame! But never act in your own behalf by supporting your own family identity against the latest shifting viewpoints. Take on the portmanteau of guilt without question or rage against those who would saddle you with it. Just sink back and surrender. Some form of ongoing unstoppable festering waking nightmare that easily de-trains any of my own unconscious nocturnal leanings no matter how vile or mad or insane they might be. The dreams of former conventionality as once imagined now a future fully and finally erased. “All hail the eternal guinea pig!” Chasing the world upon a screen while they remain perpetually immobile. This are the seeds of the Utopia’s sold to my generation by the evil corporate few come to flourish. I sit here and sip my coffee in the meantime. Looking out over the perpetual gray landscape of civilized futility an no longer dare to dream. Only being able to support just so many nightmares?
Solidity is an illusion. Why? Because that is what is official transmitted through the contemporary mass media as incontrovertible truth. The big voice that stunts the effect of any other one competing with it. The individual counts for noting if pitted against what is simultaneously repeated daily by millions of other tongues as absolute fact. Yet those who defy same and have the provable facts to recommend them still must be counted for naught. They are afforded the label of superstition and considered possibly as being magicians who can wield powers of prognostication heretofore yet unrealized by the masses. Masters of time and space in fiction and fantasy that are deferred to a good tale. The balance between the annoying persistence of ever present chaos that cannot be efficiently explained away fast enough and the precision of an iron safe heaviness of those ever congealing universes of words that specifically attempt to anchor the same is always in a competitive flux. Though that little that is perpetually factual results in the constant business describing the indescribable with newly birthed terminology. And its relative effectiveness comes down to matter of finite weights and measures. You can count and possibly manage that which you may perceive. Yet since perception has varied qualities in terms of size and time in terms of structural integrity. Factors that even in their most constant sense of immobility eventually are demonstrated by some authority to be ever in flux. The perception of one’s existence may simply be a matter of collision with intersecting vectors that are in different degrees of transformation. Civilization depends upon the ability to precisely quantify all experience and keep the evolution of new explanations fresh enough so that they are perpetually accepted by the members of that society.
Power over society then is defined mostly clearly upon the ability to seamlessly convince others without controversy. The main tools that are needed to enlighten but in reality simultaneously confound are an organized ability to produce specific terminology to fit the demand of the moment. Ones that are sufficiently arcane as to not be generally understood but permeable to the tongue of the embedded cabal of reigning ‘universally’ recognized experts that reliably assent to the veracity of this latest patchworks upon what is loosely considered reason. The most persuasive groups being those who are clever enough to keep themselves positioned within a place where they can do both. And keep other competing groups fended off from the means of distributing to the masses a better devised more convincing set of terms. Even though they may be mere stories posing as plausible theories ready to overturn those others that are currently in force. Find any society and note that those in power always have both preferred access to ultimate control of the social engines of everyday discourse. Yet power congealed upon a few breaks down when the overbearing weight of a society neglected due to fantasy standing in for materially provable facts. One that has been overly defined and ultimately unwieldy to efficiently provide resources through wordplay for its population. The progressive increase of influence of a group solely in charge of the ‘dictionary’ eventually imposing a break in communication with the great mass of those that are considered functionally illiterate.
It is no surprise that subset cults form based upon ready illusions of common experience that may have a physical rationality based upon terms describing appearance and specific customs. But in fact are equally based by an equivalent sense of membership seeming more believable because they have managed to define where the boundaries of their explanations are overcome by those of another equally discrete but overbearing group. A larger continuity comes not in these details by one specific cult that has the most influence over another. But by the similar mechanism that all groups employ towards their own particular flavoring in attaining the same goals. The definition afforded to the surrounding chaos that remains lies just beyond the group’s perception becomes a confidence game. A war of plausible fantasy of one group versus another slanted specifically towards their own interests. Here the current religious devotion to the historical world view of Science as evolved from the genius of the recent physical dominance of West cultures over the last several hundred years have successfully displaced the cults of past religion. The utility of the former being in no way different than that of the latter. It is not that the average person of today conceives their own realm of experience any different in a substantial manner to that of the lives of their distant forebears. The focus derived through the employ of modern description prejudicing any accurate understanding of things past that were derived from a different set of terms. Those existing in the present tense having just been educated in a completely different tongue that seeks to maintain a semblance of past terms that evoke a partial collective memory of that which once reigned universally supreme way back in the distant past.
Perhaps the reflection of societies from the mirror of radically different organized species that seem mindlessly mechanical and self unaware can bring a new light? Given that their rigorously repetitive behaviors are equally a matter of discrete communication which to outside observation remains completely arcane. The organized chaos of the ant kingdom being very possibly no less cogent to a larger appreciation of impenetrable chaos surrounding the same version of imagined chaos that seems to threaten to envelope our own. A simple description advancing this postulation reliant upon the very same communal mechanism guaranteeing survival by a communion with others in finding logos perceptually universal. Perhaps from a higher viewpoint the institution that supports this sense of the accepted rationality being complete babble to the sensibilities of entities far above and beyond our own? The notion of our own perception of intelligent design as reigning from above not necessarily demanding the necessity that those who might have effected it would be aware of another. Our own resting far down below on a rung equally imperceptible to them. The method of organization employed all these realms reliant upon the ability or a member of same to conceive of something outside itself and a restless ability to find new ways to convey this notion. Words or their equivalent modes of transmission being the key to the expansion and future growth of the subset of life at large.
It seemed harder to want to say anything of substance anymore. He was sick of making other people feel good about their lives! Others that may be so full of distress that they need to seek out strangers like him to find escape. Humans when they form into groups are troublesome creatures that must evolve enough over the course of their own lifetime of experience. Crack their way out of their own egg shell of that pretense that society benevolently shelters them. These other souls always failing to cooperate in a positive way on their own behalf unless they are magically coerced into it. It is always the goal of personal self interest lurking in the background that powers these ‘good impulses’. No wonder clever tyrants rule? One only get as good as one is willing to give. These ‘nabobs’ realize that most people are their own worst enemies. “If your life is shit then it is only your own shortcomings that have made it so!“, is ever their knee-jerk response. “If you can’t refrain from making the same old missteps in life then learn to love them!“, he said. They rest of what was penned in his mind was merely a collection of his own solipsistic fantasies from an equally demented unconscious mind as any he could imagine. “I really don’t feel like being clever for its own sake!“, had become the most usable motto.
The light from outside hit him like a shower of glass blinding him at every turn. Stopping short his inertia come of busting open the old oak door that had despite all his previous efforts splintered the old wooden jamb at last. His final physical effort sufficient enough to break free of entombment in that anonymous basement of the long abandoned roadhouse. It was stupid really! Really Stupid! Spelunking in a decrepit property empty of human habitation for a decade or more. A mighty close call at that. One that easily could have cut short his less than steady existence by a week of starvation and theist in a pitch black rat infested hollow. He we in the land that time forgot. When the staircase collapsed under him and he was knocked out cold after falling forward astray down onto the treads. He had awakened dark and dusty spitting blood to a realization that life was at a possible divisive juncture. One where a stupid careless acts of erratic curiosity was providing a real danger of terminating his lifelong complacency in a way that he could never have ever imagined. This seemed kind of odd as he considered his otherwise mundane boring existence invulnerable to such an extreme change.
When he was a young man he could recall doing many stupid and crazy things. Self-destructive dangerous things. Going to the middle of a city to a major construction site and removing all his clothing to contemplate sleeping naked in a ready hole in the ground that might easily be bulldozed shut the very next morning. Feeling like a wild animal that civilization was ever at odds with. He would recover his senses before it was too late and sneak away before he was discovered whole or crushed. Where in his mind he had hoped to wander to from this hollow caught amidst the density of vertical human habitation remained insoluble. It was a perpetually unfillable hole in his heart that he could not find salvation for. Some dumb longstanding mythic childhood tale gone amiss in an adult life. It left him in a situation of standing room only in the waiting room of human existence waiting for a result that never was obtainable. The world of his fellow bipeds was merely the same old game of promises.
The young woman had to show him how the grooved sliding double door panels separating the bathroom from the hall worked. Her impromptu demonstration left him feeling old and useless to the present era offering the excuse of being an expert on architecture passe. He had never figured himself to be a charity case but the circumstance of having others foot the bill here and there was becoming tedious for both him and those few others that provided special consideration to him upon the curb of a street. What was expected of him was a unfathomable mystery. He wondered if it was within his powers to simply will his own demise? And if so many around him were silently waiting impatiently for him to make the association and to take that step? He had become useless to anybody else’s scheme. There should have been anger on his part he guessed. But instead there was a tinge of melancholy for those times when his presence had seemed to mean something to others and of course, himself. Yet this was but a dream all in his mind. Something that he had awakened to when night had begun to surrender to day and the dim glow of morning had provided a guide to a way out of his prison.
Each day was now inexplicable in an environment where those few like himself placed their hopes and dreams in this waking world like a sucker bet in a Monte Carlo casino. The culture like a tight glove of no consequence for it seemed that the intangible human spirit yearned to continue proceed despite the stereotyped genetic furniture that cast it in place. If this was madness then each night of fitful sleep were the fetters to restrain one from the completion of the madness. It became clear to him that this emptiness he was seeking to avoid by entering same was but a unique product of his own species of man who preferred to encumber themselves with abstracts than live in the wild amidst the natural chaos. This unquenchable need for complete dominance of their surrounding poisoning the possibility of recalling their own Eden. Hemmed in by unending collections of cleverly concocted material objects that served to divert them from their basic nature into the folly of an industrial fabrication of Utopian perfection that could never find completion until it has consumed all that it could reach. A pyramid of trash in empty tin cans and bottle caps rising upward from earth toward the sun. The ultimate monument to the planned obsolesce of everything. This was what he both feared and was drawn to. This ultimate fate of mankind.
In this culture little white boys cry while little girls don’t. It is a shock to see this happen. But then is exposes something unexpected. A truth to the light of day. Little boys are put in an impossible position of not being able to express themselves as males where in a feminized world little girls have no restrictions. It has become a bygone appreciation in this culture to celebrate masculinity as an inherent virtue. In fact it has been demonized. Violence is accepted as a form of ethnic self-expression for both sexes. But is considered taboo for the most excluded segment of anyone of white Aryan Christian European heritage. The dogma taught being that they are most responsible for all the social ills of the current world. The actual historical truth suppressed being the exact opposite. Western society allowing itself to be overwhelmed by the fact of an internal cultural killer virus superficially referred to at ground level as organized Judaism. The cloistered fact of same violating the convenient conception of labels suggesting old rivals so much as covert alliances of several ‘desert based’ religious philosophies that stretch back literal eons. The serum distorting the natural inclinations of male and female in terms of producing healthy intellectual savvy healthy generations being amorphously termed as Liberalism or Political Correctness. Essentially crafty programs that have been carefully devised to program the host population from cradle to grave into self-destructive mindsets and self-defeating actions. The equivalent of gaining poser over the most important and influential centers of control over society and dissolving same much in the manner that an organism is devoured slowing being bundled up in a web by an arachnid. Toxic notions bombarding the culture incessantly through the destruction of the minds of the young with insidious half-truths that invert the perspectives in a manner characterized by authors like George (Blair) Orwell. We of the most sullied demographic are in a war for out own survival with people that nestle too comfortably among us that seek out annihilation.
The knee jerk reaction is too call this absurd of course. Even to suggest such a theory in current society being termed unacceptable. That in itself is the most telling clue. If you wish to find out an inescapable truth then start with the actions of those who anyone is not allowed to question as to their culpability for any untoward action. The penalty that the questioner faces of course is an instant form of societal enforced exile. The reason for the fear of same being so prevalent in European heritage whites being that the sledge hammer of the popular Liberal dominated media constantly fashions scenarios that offer only total destruction through negative branding of any personage that does so. Like any other long lost empire of old gone senile through its own decadence the United States has submitted itself to its own destruction by falling prey to those who would subvert it through guile. At one time without he help of mass technology literally building a false narrative upon a well-crafted a false persona taken from a time of two totally unnecessary world wars that only served to destroy the best elements of Western culture. Then replacing them with moral equivalencies that only serve to hasten a final and complete genocide of anything ‘white’. The most absurd part of this unthinkable crime being that the key element being the enfranchisement of dogmatically infertile ‘white’ females as the most dominate gatekeepers encouraged by false notions of social victimization. The European part of the species doomed to extinction because what was once termed as ‘the weaker sex’ has become its own worst enemy. Whites are caught in a mile of commercially funded media that is total toxic garbage. They send their children to schools that discard traditional topics promoting functionally self-survival and replace them with this media harangue that elevates the lowest common denominators of society as a model of exemplary behavior.
This is by no stretch of the imagination an accidental situation some of unintended consequences as one might inadvertently mix two substances unadvisedly together to create a poison. Take any given segment of key element of this society in Western countries and find that it has at best been sublimated to the goals of an organized sect that uses the reigning international corporate hegemony as an infallible lever. All one has to do is examine the system of finance that allows this segment to make their wealth out of thin air from the ever increasing sweat of all portions of society that are made to work ever harder to get ever less. A system where the governments of every country on earth are connected by a single system of commerce based upon unsecured debt. The lender merely creating a piece of paper called a contract where the debtor promises to pay future wages in order to get credit from the company store. The role of same eventually becoming a small ruling elite that keep and iron grip on the common people through a government that enforces this cooperate hegemony without exception passing wealth upward and implementing further duress upon the have nots to squeeze them even more. All the while indoctrinating them with a totally inverted viewpoint of the would where they are led to believe that those of their own that resist this tyranny are to blame for it. The eventual goal of this world system being to completely segment all cultures and make them slaves through an interdependence that defiles their national and cultural independence. One group ever encouraged to be spiteful and envious of the other during an interim period as they destroy their own cultures through social and physical attrition. Not just a destruction of the European segment but eventually of every other segment into an ever willing population of domesticated sheep having no defining rebellious traits that would interfere with their own planned use and eventual destruction. Take the analogy of Orwell’s world and put Caligula at the helm and find the perfect analogy for the world of tomorrow if it is allowed to continue as ti currently seems to be.
It has been a very long time since I have gone out to see a new movie. in some ways this is not extraordinary in itself. But in others very much a statement of my core disenchantment with the current mentality of Hollywood that has shifted their mission from escapist entertainment directly into the realm of politics through cinematic artifice. Often becoming more that a less than subtle form of popular brainwashing. That alone has made my former pastime of watching a new film an loathsome exercise in sorting out banalities of purloined plot devices rehashed into sequel based pomposities over-layered by mind numbing visuals complimented by overbearing overly dramatic audio ‘klang‘. Going into modern multiplex auditoriums defaulted to real time mental detoxification during commercial messages sponsoring the hall through to the roll of final credits. I have come to favor certain measures for self-defense such as closing my eyes and analyzing sounds and positions on the 5 to 1 audio. But that of course leaves me open the possible devastation by main feature of my inner political fabric. Being of the now popularly despised class of ‘old white male‘ as irredeemable useless wino’s that all the dark powers of the media seem allied to demote and destroy, I know which side of the toast my own interests receive the ‘butter’. Given the everyday plot standard of the young white spoiled underachieving middle class girl as ultimate hero, I surrender all hope as I enter the auditorium to see the Sci-fi franchise that mightily launched that heresy and meet its make, Ridley Scott.
If power corrupts then the power of being a singular director whose films collectively gross big corrupts absolutely. It would of course be foolish to suppose that all within this universe answer to a much whispered but decidedly anonymous deity. But that is something that within the larger international film community is not acknowledged on pain of instant oblivion not unlike being chucked out of an airlock in deep space never to be seen or heard from again. Ridley Scott and his late brother Tony, made their bones with well-metered sophisticated plots and productions that in the former sense of same suggested that well-used gambit of suggesting some great unsolvable philosophical dilemma that the audience is invariably power with in the last moments of the film’s final conclusion. Though his late brother Tony generally stayed back on ‘terra firma‘, Ridley Scott continuously mentoring generations of would be scholars of cinematic borne epistemology with an unanswerable question of ‘what if‘ then answering it within the context of the next sequel with the negative least desirable conclusion as to the final disposition of his starring avatar. If you consider that most of his popular hero’s have been heroines it doesn’t suggest a very positive attitude about women and their inbred quirks by him? Each of his films seem to be generously funded by the standards of the era and the content of each production being under his absolute direct control. Nothing in his films cannot be accused of being accidental or unintentionally bungled by virtue of lack of funding by the conglomerates who fund them. What you get is a treatise for those that feel themselves sufficiently erudite and vague uneasy assent for the rest of us popcorn cruncher’s. So what indeed does one find with the inference of the latest chapter of his ongoing masterwork plotting ‘Gotterdammerung‘ in the twilight of the gods?
Let us start with the most favorite topic of all Jewish movie producers on this planet, the well-traveled perpetual animus towards 20th century Germany in all her transformations. Now of course this inbred genetic antagonism extended to anything descended from the Christian breeding Indo-European stock. Consider that his loathsome competitor, Ingmar Bergman, made more lastingly unsettling movies on much smaller budgets all without those monumental spectacular explosions and the insipid vertigo of roller coaster CGI effects, one might consider Ridley philosophically ersatz. But that would automatically preclude the viewer from what is usually an exquisitely handcrafted work of perfectly ambled cinematic art. Something only less than a handful of other directorial genius’s are well-connected enough to pull off. The message therefore is generally more vague and haunting rather than purposely explicit. Compare the storytelling of the very popular James Cameron that steams ahead hitting the icebergs perfectly on cue while expertly tugging at the emotions in every possible way. Ridley Scott has to have a pretext lurking about in semi-obscurity down darkened corridors where other directors merely need a well-lit backdrop to launch their characters into action. The ghostly ‘ubermenschen‘ of Nietsche are finally revealed and destroyed by the genetically superior mechanical outsider evidencing the threat of one’s servant beaching their worst enemy through the usual Shakespearean conduit of unexpected betrayal. Where the monsters of old from Scott the director’s stilted universe engage in hellish assimilation genetically overwhelming all the players pitting themselves against their next best worse self, he saves the last best tidbit for special consideration. The de-evolved species known as modern woman which is not longer capable of giving birth in a normal sense of producing a family or the continued procreation of her own species beam part of a social experiment that only a Malthus could love. The perfect heroine no longer a Valkyrie come down from the heavens to conduct fallen warriors from their expended bravery upon the battlefield but an equally soulless and sterile in a humanitarian sense as her monstrous opponents. Something functionally indifferent and useless to her own species.
The plot of the latest tale less than sings as it plods through fuck-up after fuck-up that any pre-adolescent newly introduced to, “Call of Duty“, would be unlikely to fall victim to. Since everything upon the table presented has the inference of some higher purpose in the suggestion of a tapestry of ideas in the ‘great master’s mind, one can only infer that the ship’s crew are as a foil for most of regular humanity are simply that. Brainless morons that couldn’t save themselves from having their I-Phone heisted within ten minutes of being upon a ghetto street! The only saving grace from serial yawning in the dark being the timing and savagery of very violently pornographic imagery. Inside torn out, severed heads floating dull eyed in ponds and an occasional expose ‘mons Venus‘ tickled before its own is impaled. Such is the virtual satisfaction that the crowd within the mental amphitheater of this cinematic Coliseum is enjoined to savor. All this while the sneaking little synthetic human ‘doppelganger‘ recites some juvenile recitation of best music hall hits of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The James Bond franchise was more adept and purposefully crass at this vaudeville staged art form. Of course here in Ridley-land one is to be subject to scorn of possible snickers if they do not see some deeper unexplored hidden universal meaning! All the while the heavy handed plot bombs that were originally buried like nuts for the winter by demented squirrels are pulled out the usual dusty old Hollywood hat of three act, two plot point transition, surprise them in the end with the big twist at the conclusion story finale. Ho hum! So what if the bad robot winds? So what if the analogy is directly attributable to the wet dreams and supposed hopes for an elitist Utopia by the film’s major financiers? So what if the ultimate story can intimate the obvious conclusion of this current society that is now out of balance descending into a final fatal dystopia? Or Not! The core issue in my mind is GODDAMMIT! Am I going to being entertained, or not???????
Stay tuned for the next seven years for the next sequel when you will ultimately learn what happened in these regard for the next installment of “Alien Something Or Another!“
Those who grow up under the shadow of constant guilt live alternately in a world of ongoing reciprocal hate. It’s indentured in their view of life and in themselves. Perhaps their perpetual venom spurs on the procreation of great things in their vicinity? But it is merely and outgrowth of an unstoppable obsession to one day carry out the long-planned vengeance of their unconscious upon the world around them. Both in part their near vicinity and as a twisted construct of their mind as in a whole. Something that the history of tit for tat prevents from occuring as this accumulation of negativity inspires a counter force that matches them in its virility. Thus their knowledge of their lellow creature is honed to perfection in a more complete way than any of their rival groups. They are survivors first and tyrants in the present tense leading on to forever.
If anyone doubts this fact they are not well-acquainted with the word that they have created. One where the wonders of technology have been ruthlessly tasked with daily spreading innuendo and doubt about every positive topic and trait imaginable. Where the opportunity exists the rush to capitalize on every seizable resource is a whirlwind of unstoppable change for only the purpose of itself alone. The society that is raised up on the lands cleared of any hint of a yesteryear becomes a wrap that is drawn closely around all to insulate it from the possibility of a knowledge of any other form of existence. The result is a mono-culture that only admires the achievements of others projected upon the incessant bloated ego of itself. The ability to cast blame is an exceptionally proficient resource that spans he centuries wherein any opposing party is painted with the most egregious sins of the painter. Pick and villain from history and read what few facts of the story behind them and find a complete distortion of same predominates over the pretended veracity. One could not go back to any previous time their brush has touched in a proverbial time machine and find a reasonable semblance to the fiction of the preent that has been long and carefully implanted in the consioussness of the present.
Who do I speak of? This seems apparent in a popular sense of specific groups or individuals that are repeatedly targeted for one reason or another, fairly or unfairly so. The determining factor for bringing veracity to prove responsibility one way or another is itself a well rehearsed carnival show. The truth of the matter suggests that the true movers and shakers making the decisions are cloistered behind the scenes and most probably may never be revealed to the wrath of the public. And therefore they evade any responsibility for their actions or crimes. It is those who take on the public faces as spokespeople and avatars who will bare the brunt. It can be fairly said that all the cliche’s about the socially accepted impressions of the who’s who of both good or bad are most probably innocent of the majority of criminal actions that are piled upon them. Those who really run the show over the long run of world history count on this in order to maintain a continuum of the transfer of power. Consider that any influence that is so ingrained into the overbearing structure of the matrix of world society being quickly removed will result in chaos. To see a dramatic change you must suffer through the most dramatic of situations. Since most at the top of the pyramid are sociopaths completely indifferent they depend that the bottom rung is totally moral. If that lower segment changes over to the same sense of moral depravity then the whole structure will cave in on itself. Chaos in the form of starvation, armed conflict and an interruption of the necessities will be inevitable. Thus those in control have the rest of us held hostage in a manner that a terrorist with dynamite strapped around themselves has his victims in a locked room his finger applying constant pressure to a switch if released will set off an explosion that will kill them all.
How can one defeat something that they dare not attack? Certainly not by a frontal assault. But be incremental but steady divirgence from the game plan. This is what these elites fear the most. That their subjects will gradually be unmoved and independent of them and exhaust their ability to guarantee themselves that change will not occur. We are not talking about tyrants that sleep well at night! But those whose fear slowly begin the consume them that they are becoming insignificant. Then their empires begin the fall apart. Shakespeare’s character, Macbeth may be the most famous analogy. Your own fears make you your own worst enemy. The vacuum produced allows for a shift that can be exploited. New paradigms. But in order to do this one must truthfully re-examine the dogmas of the past. And worst yet! Be willing to mercilessly take ones slef to task to discard them. To not make up excuses or accept arguments that split hairs. The prerequisite being to accommodate an absolute sense of truth as best as one can discover it. This will never be a hundred percent provable. Maybe not even eighty percent. But the overwhelming truth of palpable experience will outweigh all the polls and think tanks and scientific papers. The complexity of interactions by the main body of humanity define its character. If everyone thinks in terms of fighting and continual conflict then it will come reliably into being. If on the other hand that is not the most talked about topic it will dissipate and eventually disappear from the agenda. Quite literally, it is up to all of you to toss out the trash in your own lives. For only you can put out forest fires. And I would say, it’s about time.