The reprehensible nature of the collective caused by unacknowledged mass psychosis and deliberate measures of control by the ruling elite

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover Painting by Priscilla Livesey

Of all the acts that occasion merit, yours are amongst the least respectable. Nobody will look back on your accomplishments with pride. They will look back on your actions as stale and lame if ever they look back at you at all given your insignificance. Yet you wear your badges, adorn each other with medals, and circle-jerk all the same.

If you work as a banker, used car salesman, insurance agent, defence lawyer, a practitioner of advertising or marketing, or some other otherwise unscrupulous occupation, I am talking to you. But I am also talking to anyone who mindlessly toils to have the system function. Even those who are shown the least respect for bad reasons, and even those who are shown the most respect for good reasons. See, good intentions and evil acts, are not mutually exclusive occurrences and can certainly be delineated, although they seem to be inexplicable. Even when good acts occur which do merit recognition, there is a sinister underlay happening here.

You know the system I am referring to, the one that indoctrinates us from birth, enslaves us and sucks us dry, while depending on the impoverishment and disenfranchisement of the masses, all to the direct benefit of the ruling elite. It is a meme at this point – “society”. Of course, in public you would not say so, for fear of disadvantaging yourself, but you know I am right. Maybe you would even agree with me in private, given a mask and some alcohol.

I truly respect criminals more than charlatans, and believe me, you are a charlatan. It is only that you have been indoctrinated to think because what you are doing is normal, it must be OK.

However, there is no pit of ethical depravity you would not sink to, as a component of the machine, if only you were told it was the right thing to do and given the smallest of nudges – the consistent debauchery of your social superiors is sufficient testament to that. You are under control.

It must strike you as a red flag that you were taught to ignore instinct, not ask questions, and allow yourself to be led blindly by whatever likely psychopath or cretin found themselves in a position of authority above you in the hierarchy, but you proudly march forward in the name of your country, in the name of doing right. Right is whatever you are told it is.

To a soldier, the right thing to do is to kill his enemies. Who are the enemies? Whoever you are told they are. What is more, you are the enemy to your enemies, and the right thing they were told to do, was to kill you. It is incredible how readily this paradox is accepted. It is amazing how effective nationalism is as a tool to control the masses. It boggles the mind how one can be swayed so easily and still have personal pride. You just happened to have been born into your country, was it not so? Would you not feel the same way if born into literally any other nation? I suppose a coward is someone who betrays themselves, so as to not experience discomfort.

The prospect of shame must be too much to bear for most. The easiest thing to do is to dispense with one’s personal spirit and drudge onward possessed by the spirit of the community. In a word, to follow the general direction is to sell your soul. The benefactor of the orchestrated impoverishment, disenfranchisement, and genocides of which I speak is and always has been the ruling elite. Big Brother smirks smugly down upon you, only you perceive his smirk as a smile and his smugness as kindness, exactly as he intended.

Someone once said something to the effect that the worst kind of monster is someone who does not know they are a monster. Perhaps from your perspective, that is a fitting adage for me – I am out of line, am I not? Well, so be it. At least I am independent. At least I am secure in myself. At least I think for myself. At least I can speak my truth without a mask. At least I am not a coward and a charlatan, like you.

You must think I hate you, and my blood must boil, but I think I rather pity you more than despise you. I am fallible and biased, influenced by past events. I may not be speaking with complete honesty, but I think I am, and I like to think my aggression is on behalf of the natives whose blood you shed, whose women you raped, before you enslaved and dehumanised them, and laughed as you did so, and on behalf of the organisms whose existences you unashamedly stubbed out or put in jeopardy, and continue to do so, all for a little slice of that pie, and after all that glorify your actions.

You are wholly mistaken. Most of that pie is reserved for the ruling elite. A select few. You will barely get a fraction of the dregs lest you are successful amidst the vultures and rats. You are being played. You have a choice. Release the shackles and take measures to dismantle the establishment or continue in your soon-to-be historic ignominy for the sake of personal convenience in your short and only life. Let us be honest, though. We both know your answer. Need I say more?

“True courage is about being honest with yourself, especially when it’s difficult.” – Mr Robot, S1E6.


Submitted: May 08, 2021

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