There was a problem with existence as a material manifestation of more than simply thought.To be aware of one’s self had its limitations in that a single thought might have inferred coherent action? But when it was split into two there was an immediate fractious level of disagreement and divergence. The single cell ‘world amoeba’ may have had a way of reconciling this? But after all it was bound to fail when it was defined by varying substances. Democracy just did not hack it. Thus when man as the noble savage may have abided the ‘sturm und drang’ of immediate family in the wilds civilized cooperation would always lead to unforeseen burdens and restrictions in the form of laws. The goal being to find a way to get all involved to act with common purpose as one. From that point on the immediate environment had become the biggest adversary. The tribal notion of get along with the great mystery of ‘what is’ dissolved into the ever present mentality of ‘what is possible at some future point in time’. The focus of the amalgamation of the species into a nation took away the individual rights to decide against against the judgments of the most influential. And the fiction of the majority was born along with its greatest advocate, the politician.
A larger dilemma soon appeared to this self-lauditory notion of organized society in that the larger it became the more it found rivalry with heretofore unexpected larger ones. Many of which though not initially warlike were definitely more efficiently organized and therefore innately powerful. The natural inclination to overwhelm by force of numbers so as to assimilate this foreign body needed a more subtle strategy of something called guile which was a device that acted as a cover for implementing some form of self-serving form of deceit/ This became known as diplomacy and involved the trade of women as fertile concubines that would yield family members to serve as hostages for one of the other side’s vestigial remaining notions of family loyalty. The procreation of offspring being the greatest form of reserve strength in the contemplation of imminent hostilities. And the greatest burden when resources to accommodate a progressional rate of growth was not supported by the surrounding environment. Thus Democracy’s true tyranny was born being called social welfare.
A reliable means to trim down the thinking herd and control its ability to reason then became necessary to counter this burden and came into being known by the term warfare and was thus established. The difference between the notion of overwhelming confrontation by numbers well-known in the dim formative past now became a struggle against ones own. The entities known as ‘straw men’ and ‘scapegoats’ were invented always seeming to have a permanent home within ones own general population. Animal husbandry quickly morphing into agriculture so that the designated irritants to society could be regularly weeded out as needed. The large the population the greater the ferocity of the means of extinction needed. The mere public suggestion of the possible implementation of these tools of the trade of slaughter led to the double-edged form of mental anguish called advertising and public relations. The idea being to keep the core population fearfully off balance and thus easily tractable to cooperate with strategies that would lead to their own physical destruction. The longterm effects producing and unexpected offshoot in the form of the misnomer of modern medicine. Something that rough hewn individualistic males were restrained from avoiding by security obsessed females who, as the main object of social manufacture of species, would not tolerate. Thus was born the concept of the mightily hammer of the vote. An illusory ritual where the male of the species was ever undermined by those professing feminine aspects in favor of the something called the state. An artificial mental construct that assured getting things most in return for pledging one’s future biological output as collateral in return for the guarantee of the lion’s share of resources. The mechanism passed overhead of these females to the male being something called taxes. A concept associated with a necessary stable condition commonly referred to as living death.
The onion-like complexity that evolved in the wake of all these many advancements being the source of that nagging condition called angst. a situation where an external artificial device was created to help self monitor the species on an individual basis. Considering the stratum of the various flavors of humankind and the styles of life that the unavoidable effects of unmitigatable nature provided this invention had to imagined in several forms. The phone. The movie theater. And the television screen. The first of these variants useful to females in their role as wardens of general society. The middle as a remote location where offspring could be occasionally exiled to for the mental well being of the former. And of course, the last device being useful to immobilize the most egregiously active and individualistic males in specific traps such as sofas and bar stools. The programmed material of modern broadcasting demonstrating its worth in monotonously recycling the same of fantasy of male potency in sports that featured male in adolescent play and mock slaughter. Something useful to the aims of the larger organism as previously stated.
A further means of control to restrict the restlessness of the combination of men and women had to be devised that would further inhibit unexpected outbursts desirous of escaping the proscribed patterns of society’s strictures as a whole. The orderly distribution of human beings to toil at their allotted tasks needed a static address. Thus the family home accompanied by the mortgage that was impossible to pay off until later life was instituted. The fiction of something called ownership a carrot to be held just out of reach by the overbearing burden of the state upon the hapless donkey. Something to further hobble any overly precocious male. The stress created by these artifices of the abstract referred to a normal life needing to be circumvented by a vehicle that represented escape but in fact ended up in further debilitation of choice. The modern automobile with its yearly releases managed to garner whatever future earning potential a family unit might be able to produce and recycle all their equivalent work product back into the hegemony of the overbearing state. That world germ known also as mankind.
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.
OK, I’m confused? I’m a big boy. Sticks and stones won’t do more than possibly bruise a bit. OK. What confounds me is a sneak attack from a completely unexpected corner? Lets just say from someone that might be off their ‘meds‘ for the day. A perennial ‘do-gooder‘ Liberal lofting an assumed transgression that is mentioned somewhere in that ever-expanding street manual of ‘Critical Theory’ based crimes garnered from the Liberal lexicon. Something that in terms of the experience of anyone with Northern European genes has become akin to a seasonal affliction. Like the ‘grip‘ once was during cold’s season? Except of course, since the last election, EVERY day is cold season. Try for example mentioning the word TRUMP in mixed company in public. Yelling the epithet “NIGGER!” would cause less of a stir. That is a major transgression! But if you don’t utter a peep and someone calls you over to dish a serving of verbal shit that you cannot even recall? Quite frankly, I don’t know? Something about hurt feelings in a public discussion that occurred months back a topic of general world history? Huh? What? Come again? What’s the point? Nothing really. A minor incident that might have one scratching their heads for a half an hour? Little of consequence beyond minor irritation. This world seems to contain an overabundance of deranged ‘Third Wave Feminist’ champions that love to level their Liberal-speak harangue in any convenient direction at the drop of the ‘T‘ word. But what does remain shocking is that the evil beast of Liberal SJW political dementia is now so rampant within the land. Something approaching a St Vitus dance of an out of control excess of mental mania!
When one considers that the mindset of those so wrapped up in a polar viewpoint of the world that that believes that all else in terms of other viewpoints is complete and total heresy. And that it must be actively suppressed to the point that no other opinion than there own can be allowed to be aired in public discourse then there is good reason to be wary. If we were talking about taking up arms about a public figure as someone whose opinions were well known there might be some rationality to a situation of confrontation. But obviously warfare has hit street level at a small town and shopping mall near you. While YOU may not be at war with them, THEY are most assuredly at war with you. Picture that ever-trembling restless worm of a fanatical cult religious devotion burrowing into a palsied brain demanding acquiescence to it’s narrow dogma. Spontaneously threatening violent action if there is not an unequivocal submission by all others within their earshot. One could squawk about the tyranny that such persons impose? But, in reality, the discussion might be better put as the proclivity of these destructively maniacal little wind-up toys impose upon your local society.
The most logical response of, “Your nuts!“, coming minutes long past ones own foolish attempt to decipher reason with those hopelessly past irrational. Certainly that attempt once would have been considered appropriate. But from those who have come from that general fog of suburban indifference, the rules of the current political jungle demand something else. A sharp well administered rebuttal to hysterical harangues that convey a message of, “Continue your attack at your own peril.” It appears that as with many other eras of the past, the world has degenerated back into the jungle. Those who have been too long in thinking that such fundamental concepts as personal freedoms and the right to unhindered self-expression are are now deluded? Apparently this bygone sensibility is as extinct as the proverbial Dodo bird. What has been a minor irritation growing in volume over the year is now getting quite serious. The old adage of believing in the rights of others to speak their minds freely and defend it to the point of risking one’s mortality has shifted to “On guard!“, and defend yourself. At this late age, even being currently so long int he tooth, let me say that, I fully intend to do so.
In a backwater border area somewhere near an African frontier a tiny mud brick box shaped shanty stood. Long abandoned. It now served as a covert military installation. A bunker serving as a forward looking enemy observation lookout post. Central Command had decided it would make an incursion through bombardment by using this location as the operation’s covert base and ready eyes. They set up a gigantic booby trap per their orders in the adjacent quadrant near the enemy. A killing field that the artillery barrage would subsequently drive them into. The well-hidden structure was manned at times by three or four paramilitary and agency types, half of them women. An unlikely combination of personnel considering the immense level of physical danger in holding such a position after the fact of the disclosure of their presence in the region. They had to attempt to make the second part of the mission look as if it was simply a happenstance occurrence that did not reveal the fact of their presence in near proximity within this structure on the ground. Theoretically the distance between them and the ambush they set up would be far enough. They prepared their end of this exercise from the cover of the tall grass that cloaked their location from view. When it came to initiate their end of it by setting off the explosives, much to their surprise and dismay, a woman’s frantic voice sounded outside revealing their position. Someone that had panicked and not followed the directive of leading potential pursuers away from their disguised base. Small fists pounding furiously on the outside of the structure’s only entrance. This fugitive’s opposite number giving her entry inside just managing to close the heavy wooden beam door before the enemy arrived to lay immediate siege to their structure. A contingent of troops that had been just far afield enough to manage to avoid being annihilated and now burning white hot for a quick and brutal revenge to be levied in kind. The rapid assault on the sturdy timbers saw them pried from their jamb and uprooted in an unexpectedly swift manner. The small room filling quickly with many sets of eyes bearing expectant expressions searching for victims upon which to visit their impending evil intent. Their festival of the application of vengeance would begin in a round of torture of the men and and build slowly to a crescendo saving the women for its finale. Tasking their imaginations to kill everybody in the bunker in the worst way possible. Their collective efforts seeking to provide a fit level of retribution for the ambush.
A Portuguese speaking backwater community in the middle of nowhere in sight of the coast. A haven for old burned out Hippies. A truck driver of a big box panel job doubling as a cab driver offering rides through the tangle of tiny causeways and dead ends that served as the town’s central sprawl. Navigating congested city traffic in the oddest of spaces. In one instance actually bumping up and down going up over the roofs then bouncing across their closely stepped flat cousins down finally into a bone jarring impact upon a dusty street. Smashing a large granite serpentine Augustine head with the back of the vehicle’s carriage. Revealing its true character as a faux stone maquillage for hiding drugs in their liquid form. The immediate result of such a spectacle finding the thoroughly rattled passenger now extent on the other side of town. The driver reveals a young adult daughter whose birthright has cost him his chance at fortune. But he is not a vindictive sort. If you treat him nice then maybe next time take the ride and you can have his daughter maybe as a wife? Maybe to prove yourself? The young girl being the next chapter of the tale being spun. That old story of a Tomboy tough exterior camouflaging an otherwise good heart. The mood of the scene set off by the transport of Italian architecture many centuries past. Though these people are not Italian they are living in an old town. The tourist comes back by the stable of the pensione eating a leg joint of chicken finding the young woman naked in the corral tending to the animals. A big brown and white Guernsey cow backed up against the rails where a horse formerly stood. He tosses the piece to her and she tosses it back on the ground. Then quickly picks it up and throws it back out of the corral at its sender with a look of disgust. “I don’t like chicken!”, she snarls. She’s a willful spirited lass. The man reflects as to what a strange, strange, strange world it is realizing he is currently amidst a dream of his own visiting other simultaneously slumbering people’s lives.
Fall descends! Displacing warmth with slowly biting cold kisses upon the cheek and over one’s extremities. Young Black sedan driven man’s Toyota music rediscovery ‘esplanade’ pounding out a decades old beat. The decades old constant drumming bringing back that other salt shaker in line when the inadvertent listener once knew that particular tune by rote. The volume pushed up so loud before the static traffic lamp that it buffets one like Jackie Chan kicking their ass! His thoughts have been laying down flat for the bulk of the week. A fucking living skeleton still aping human existence. Dead for all intents and purposes to the outside world. Chanting his Asian mantra barely audible. Nearly indiscernible. Trying to escape that ever tinier box called life. Strumming chords and PC chord progressions, trite and dated, having been forever played. In the shadow time of this era, it was not just the wooden puppets that wanted to be a real boy. Little girls trying to take that away too! Identity! Uniqueness! So fucking important! The more artifice applied like makeup to achieve it, the further into a faceless crowd one falls. Tourists in their own lands! Marveling at the falsehoods that they have been told. The magic box of elementary poisons. Nothing to wear! Not a single thing to believe in any longer. All used up! The empty cases discarded. These fucking ‘broads’ are all think they’re boys! There souls have been stolen and now they are just part of the furniture. A dead stick between their legs. Who will put this world aright? Certainly not its enemies that have been working overtime over generations to topple it! No longer that paucity of former friends on the other end of that warm piece of plastic blistering their palms. Hoping for the purring wetness bursting forth within the inert coldness of their extended hand. Modern Relationships. “Girls get what they want!” Boys get their unending frustration. CIVILIZATION? “Game Over!” Nothing left but King Rat! Jump head first into the bore hill and breath the shit into your lungs for a fast exist out. Who was originally accepting the proffer of, “Everything you ever wanted or dreamed of delivered to your door on a silver platter?” That yellow belly low down dirty rotten snake? Or the man who tended to the maidens? The world is your Apple TM. But sooner or later, it rots. That constant pound of jungle rhythms. Who would submit themselves to that? “You should!” You slave bitch! Both sides now scared by a rabbit.
Orwell would have been proud. That is, if Orwell really admired his own sense of vision about the world falling into perdition. The worldwide system of communication that initially had been free of constraint. But now one had to fear that one would be secretly singled out and barred for some arcane reference to what those who ran and controlled the system might consider as “inappropriate“. News items both real and ersatz were daily broadcast on tributaries of the larger upstream news wires. Liberally documented with what appeared to be grassroots phone captured video footage peppered with high quality ‘mood’ photos. Material designed equally as much to confuse as to clarify. Cadres of ‘trolls’ up and down the stream of information muddying the waters with enthusiastic disinformation cast in negative emotions urging ‘knee jerk‘ animal response from the average viewer. Pick any rabble rousing era in history and compare the genius of employing the crowd dynamic of schizophrenic single-mindedness without the actuality of a physical mass of humanity standing beneath the same tree. The virtual victim handing their plucked rhetorically by the neck swinging before all. The mob stirring its ire and rebounding ot back and forth between anonymous sources. Some actual personages and others paid agitators of the state apparatus who egged on any so foolish as to let their pent up emotions fly forth into typed text. The robust mechanics of this unified system growing ever more voracious for raw data. Collecting, organizing and storing every aspect of what was so foolishly inputted. Assaying the time and frequency of keystrokes. Building dossiers of cross referenced preference to model the behavior of the faceless individuals based on time of day and the voraciousness of their actions in accordance with the category of latest event.
How foolish anyone was to abandon their accustomed modes of real world discourse with their fellows in favor of the promise of a larger theoretically more admiring audience. A figment of one’s imaginary ego bound desire to find and have universal acceptance with the fiction of others that thought and felt and acted in consort with their own supposedly unique point of view. The opposite of this situation of course being the case. Liberty, as it once was known had become a sham. The general population no longer willing to mount inconvenient notions into any form of ground level immediacy of physical conversation. Preferring instead the absurd antithesis of what was in fact completely monitored discourse with what was in fact an artificial avatar of the state. The streets and byways of the land growing quieter by degree as the masses of humanity chased their own tiny personal handheld devices. Their rapt attentions ever focused hopefully on the appearance some small byte of information or string of text from some remote unseen source with a familiar ‘handle’. A world enslaved. Removed physically from the waking world and thrust into a consensual illusion of daily accessible mass communication with the mental construct of a diverse and accepting multicultural audience. Who knew anymore if their pen pals were human or just artfully guided collections of electrical impulses following algorithms set up to recapitulate one’s own previous responses over inauthentic events that to one’s shock might have never occurred in the first place. The hint let out from on high every once and a while that this was indeed the case. That the whole experience was a trap. A stratagem devised to create mass hysteria and then study the reactions of the two legged public at large. Like rats condemned to the pernicious curiosity of psycho scientists forever changing the maze keeping them away from food and fraternity with their own kind. Cruelty and perverse intentions conducted all in the name of a soul crushing ever-voracious Babylonian Hebrew deity Moloch whose fires needed to be stoked minute to minute with fresh bodies and fertile minds. The offerings to this fire illuminated drawn from the personal commitment of the unwary not understanding the danger in so frivolously sharing their innermost thoughts with this infernal beast.
The collective entity of humanity counted and the sum total of their thoughts, hopes and dreams added up and then recycled back to them in some perverse form of twisted reflection advocating further abstraction from the self in promoting the purchase of highly prices useless articles to enhance the ‘realism’ of the experience. When in fact the merchandise was simply a more intricate form of mental encroachment promising everything to its new owner but delivering a time wasting enhancement of sequestering more minutes of devotion during the day to steal away one’s mind away from one’s self. Everlasting temporal fame and the most up to date membership with that imaginary elite lurking just below the surface of awareness of the growing obsession for satisfaction of the same growing like a cancer obliterating the normal personality expressing anything individual. The entire society de-evolving into insects nervously seeking out their own kind trying to find their hive. The monsters administering this system either completely blind to its eventual ramifications or so morally bankrupt to only acknowledge the thrill of directing so many hundreds of million lives with the casual touch of a few keystrokes. The notion of enjoying an absolutely unique self as once considered the most enervating element in existence now close to extinct. The age of parasites feeding on the soul of humanity now having progressed into full swing.
There had long been a notion popularly held by recent generations now just past that vampires are real and do exist. Manifestations of bipeds that lived following the herds of humans through time and space as a pack of wolves might have in the Eastern forests of middle Europe before they had been denuded by the sightless industry of man. Shape shifter’s by the intelligent design of the great nameless invisible creator of all, they had many odd and arcane powers that their punier humankind could barely imagine in dark nightmare disturbing rest. The lexicons of descriptive words the reigning babble of many parallel languages unable to fully describe their powers over their prey. Only in terms of the strength in numbers did hominid’s enjoy any sort of advantage. This consequence coming from the husbandry of their betters in their species being bred at large as an expansive herd. The tastes of their master’s leaning towards variety creating much duplication. There seemed to be no inherent danger to their breed from what was generally referred to by these self-congratulatory superior entities. Many of their foremost leaders kept larger estates manned by select members of them for the amusement of play and basic sustenance to be harvested. The roles that these unwitting mortal were found to be most useful in being servants. The greater delicacy generally agreed within the brood being not simply blood or flesh but the capturing of their life’s forces drained at the point of death through fear serving almost as a condiment. There was a natural loathing that was harbored by some bipeds based upon a certain unexpected level of biological evolution of awareness. Careful watch kept to make sure that this phenomena was not contagiously spread so as to make the larger herd unmanageable. To the uncrafted sensibilities of their breed any extended attempt at a larger realization of their plight defeated by socialization. The rules of society in the hands of their ‘betters’.
The supremacist merry-go-round. ‘Whites‘ were once on it. Then they were lobbied to let negroes and women on it along with them. Now the ‘Negroes‘ and women want the ‘whites‘ to sit at the back of the bus and get off on their election. All the while the ‘Jews‘ driving the bus pretend to support all by support none. Other passengers from different identities getting on and off any only briefly engaging in the rowe. Only their own nebulous claim to be both above all things. And of course, superior to them. Supremacy is an ego-trip. Those who indulge in it seem to puff up like a balloon that go sailing slowly to the upper atmosphere. At a certain point the bubble expands as the air pressure insides exceeds that of the outside. But the structural integrity soon is overwhelmed by the internal pressure of that ego and bursts. The best that the balloon can hope for it it has lost its attachment to common sense is to get caught at a higher altitude for a while and begin to loose air. Then slowly as that ego deflates it comes down gradually in a sagging sense of humility. Of course that occurs only on calm days. When the atmosphere is stirred up There is less likelihood that the balloon with survive the journey upwards nearly as far.
This seems analogous to the ancient Greek tale of Icarus who build his wings of wax and feathers. The closer to the Sun that he rose the mores the wax softened until the whole contraption melted away. The result being an inevitable falling back to take a fatally hard landing on solid earth. Popular Western culture is too enamored with the ‘self‘. Too smug and secure in the fact that for better or worse, nothing is going to change in their neighborhood anything soon. But like anyone caught by whimsy to step farther into topics they have no right to claim judgment about they overstep their limits. And in a society as overstuffed with everything including opinion, they are easily popped. The whole culture riding on the edge of the cliff of unavoidable chaos due to unproductive attitudes that will solidify into hatreds and quite possibly to bloody violent conflict. But over what? Who did what to whom several hundred million years back when no one now living could have ever been alive. The irony being that what is considered as the most accurate history being the province of the group considered most in power and actively scheduled by other ones for demotion. One’s opponents having to learn the dogmas of it’s opposites to attack it. More absurdly yet these same attacking groups needing to attempt to believe in their own collective fantasies that are at the same time both arcane and far afield so that they cannot bear any scrutiny beyond serving as an excuse for animal blood lust. Whatever they hope to gain from those that they consider as too dominant simply being destroyed. And everyone being the lesser for the exercise. That old adage of, “Cutting off your nose to spite your face!”, coming into play. No one able to be right because the popular harangues of the moment has made every other for of exclamation wrong. The mindless philosophy of a stirred up mob trying to find some mischief to get into so justify its ill feelings. Any and all scapegoats may apply.
Of course, seismic events do not simply occur from nowhere without someone behind the scenes expending an awful large amount of effort to get them going. The principle of finding a harmonic upon which to apply a scalar situation of discontent that effects all sides equivalently badly so that depending upon the point of view everyone is both right and wrong. The fact of the matter being that they are not in control of themselves in either way beyond simply being swept away in the prevailing stormy winds. Throughout history there are always certain groups that wait in the wings who have been born in the back alleys that seem to prosper on continued chaos. They take great lengths to not be called out in public as the instigators of trouble that they really are. Part of their art being to not only remove common sense logic from any discussion, but to convince any that might stumble upon their chicanery as crazy or unfair in their accusations countering their insiders innate behaviors. These are the human virus’s and parasites in no way different to that a similar species that affect both animal and man. Who is to ultimately blame? What can one say that over the long term it does not really matter. For to go beyond pointing out the roles taken by all and going on from that moment to deflate the egos of all to a reasonable size depriving them of the intake of further drama, there is nothing more that can nor need be done.
No engine of man in terms of an abstract governing body or popularly recognized saint of current reigning authority can take the place of the almighty of the fact that all sides remain pint-sized and minuscule before the insoluble mystery of the universe. Those simple questions of existence that the ego-bound would so easily hope to ignore and leave behind as they pump themselves up to escape same. You may think and therefore thou art? But can any in the crowd of those doing same collectively prove that their attempts are really more than just another passing fad or folly. In that ways mankind is it’s own worse enemy. The final judge being the inevitability of an inescapable ending to their tale. The story of every endeavor coming to a finite conclusion. That is what recorded history at its best can offer that those living only in the moment of their own folly cannot.