The level of crap being shoveled to us by the mainstream media has become so pervasive it as if the main sewer line broke wide open at the source and no one can find out how to turn off the pumps. We are drowning in their crap.
What I find amusing is that they jumble and juxtapose it all with the Hollywood gossip propaganda and paid for paparazzi bullshit so that in scanning down the front pages of the “New York Post” online you come to realize that every article is just manufactured nonsense. Designed, built, and created content meant to beguile you into believing the absurd.
If you find yourself reading the mainstream media, and then tuning into Twitter, you are sucked into a world so far from your own reality as to suspend your belief that you are actually alive, have a functioning brain, and understand your own world.
The two “realities”, the one painted by the mainstream media, and online propagandists, and the one you are living by the minute, hour, and day, are separated so far apart that instead of questioning their version, you begin to question your own life.
The saving grace is that you wander away from the computer to get a cup of coffee and realize that what you’ve just seen online is not real life. That we are now living in a tech controlled narrative that some amongst us have immersed themselves in as true believers, a giant online “Church of Scientology” created by the CIA to prevent us from realizing the horrors of their actual sins against us all.
In the past when this gap has presented itself to us it was narrow, our lives more or less matched up with what we all saw in the mainstream media and online. So we questioned, but not to any great degree. Those amongst us who saw this gap and howled, we labeled them conspiracy theorists and isolated them and their views from society. It’s not that bad, we said, you are a bit on the crazy side.
But now with the MAGA movement the gap between our lived reality and the narrative is reaching a chasm. The differences are of an epic proportion. We grew up saluting the flag, pledging our allegiance, and feeling as if we were part of a sacred creation. This giant experiment in Democracy and decency. How could it not be decent, the pursuit of happiness was an integral part of it all, written right into the foundational documents. Only the most optimistic and hopeful and good would concern themselves with consecrating happiness as a worthy goal.
Only now that we’ve seen into the chasm, the canyon, the dramatic and vast difference between what we live, and what they say, we see the rot exposed. We see behind the curtain, we realize there is manipulation, bad actors, and that our “free will” and “liberty” is an illusion. And that even our vote is suspect.
People who will go to these lengths to lie to us full time would have no respect for our vote. They don’t respect us enough to tell us the truth. And worse, they don’t have the respect for us to tell us the truth on the most important aspects of what they are deciding for us. Information about the vaccines, the agreements reached between government and pharmaceutical companies, cannot be released for 75 years. The files on the Kennedy assassination must be sealed another 60 years.
Who works for whom? Why does everything have to be a giant secret? Can you reasonably say that it is because it is all “for our own good”?
And anyone who assigns a nefarious means to these decisions is labeled a conspiracy theorist or Kook. Our government is “We the People”, but with millions of “Classified Documents” we aren’t allowed to see. Right.
And if you look around for support, if you seek to find someone, anyone, to raise a voice in opposition, to say that in the last twenty years alone our national debt has spiraled from a mere 6 trillion dollars to 35 trillion dollars, spending a trillion a year on average over our tax revenues, which themselves are coming in, in record numbers, there is no one to be found to sound the clarion call.
It took the Republic some 200 years plus to create a 6 trillion dollar deficit. It took only 20 more to add roughly 30 trillion to that amount.
No one blinks. No one flinches. We keep electing the same leadership, or at least the voting machines tabulate and tell us they’ve been re-elected, and the problems don’t abate. We have the exact same percentage poverty rate today that we had in 1964, the year they passed legislation that was to “end poverty in our country forever”.
We all consider that we live in times of affluence and yet the homeless tent cities across real cities in the West continue to expand, and expand. In some Liberal cities such as Los Angeles the homeless have become ubiquitous. The small town of Venice is over-run with tents. To wander the streets is to do just that, to walk in the street and not the sidewalk because the sidewalk is wall-to-wall tents. Drug abuse is rampant, human life is laid to waste across the city end-to-end.
No one flinches, no one blinks, they step past, they step over, they avoid eye contact. We have a “Hooverville” in booming economic times of plenty. The idea of an economic downturn, even a severe economic decline, makes one wonder just how bad this all could become. Fentanyl is ravaging our people and the word never escapes a politician’s lips.
They have pretty much legalized pot across the nation and the population is medicating themselves from morning to night. You can’t get through a normal day anywhere in America absent the smell of pot wafting through the neighborhood in a thick and pungent odor.
But no one stops to ask, why does a people have to self-medicate, to place themselves in an alternative reality, is everyone experiencing some mass pain that requires them to dull reality? And if so, what does that tell us all about the actual mental health of our society? I smell that shit from morning to evening as I ambulate through my normal, non-medicated, existence. And it makes me wonder, what is wrong with their lives that they need so badly to escape reality all day, everyday?
And is this by design?
Does the CIA want us all medicated into a dull existence, one where just getting up off the sofa is too much effort to exert. Certainly a pot medicated society is one that isn’t going to overthrow the powers-that-be.
Add in all those SSRI’s you are all gobbling by the millions a day, and I have to wonder, as one who isn’t medicated at all, what has happened to us all? Has reality become so awful and painful that we are all collectively medicating to avoid having to experience it? I don’t take them but I have to ask, if you need Paxil, or Prozac, or Adderal to get through life, to actually ambulate through your day and survive, have you bothered to stop and examine your life?
Could it be that you have some underlying realization that the gap does exist, that your lived experience is so far removed from the narrative they sell you, the only way you can reconcile the two is to medicate into a fog that allows you to believe? To succumb to their will you have to self-medicate or go insane?
Perhaps you think me insane for thinking this way.
Sorry, but being of Irish descent I don’t listen to complete bullshit absent ridicule.
You just can’t piss on my leg and tell me it is raining.
And frankly I’ve gotten too old to give a damn what repercussions you think you can impose. Perhaps I should fear the CIA, and FBI but I don’t. They are men, just like me, they have to sit down to take a crap. And when they try to feed me some I recoil in disgust and contempt.
If their desire was to have me loathe my own country they have succeeded. If Kamala wins it can all burn down to the ground, as far as I am concerned they stole it from me long ago. I remember the day they stole us all blind, when I was a tyke, John-John’s age, and they blew his father’s brains out in broad daylight in Dallas. Only I was a poor kid and mom didn’t buy me a little Lord Fauntleroy suit to wear while I could salute the caisson. We couldn’t afford it then.
And I can’t afford one now.