Bedtime Stories for the Permanently Perplexed

‘Hello Georgie – fancy a game of ‘cards’?
by Steven Mcauliffe
Contributor
For those who have placed their faith in the machine – these are trying times. The narrative is fracturing and splintering: the world seems unfathomable and random, brutal and bafflingly just plain wrong – and it is wrong of course, but for these people it is best not to question why it is wrong, best not to even attempt to lay the blame at the door of those whose task it is to supposedly serve us, to govern our affairs.
And weirdly, these same people who bemoan the state of the world do not wish to seek answers as to why exactly everything seems to be so consistently falling apart.
Quite simply, the people who resolutely trust in -and thus enable- the machine, well, they are being traumatised – and ironically, they still keep looking to their positioned leaders to guide their emotions – despite the fact that their leaders are quite obviously emotionless self-serving beings. Witness Obama’s amazing tearless crying in response to the latest (possibly programmed) massacre:
Not a dry eye in the house: well, apart from President Obama’s resolutely dry-eyes obviously; for this is what the ‘believers’ refuse to see – that the men and women of power can only ape the basic human emotions of empathy. It plays well with the public; it helps their political standing, and that is the bottom-line. -Nothing else.
But the real questions that should be asked of this terrible shooting are not asked. Once again, the narrative is fixed, and not one so-called journalist in the Western World can be bothered to ask what anti-psychotic meds these ‘lone-gunmen’ are all on; none can be bothered to even track down their therapists (who at the very least have evidently done a pretty shitty job of helping these troubled kids); so god forbid we even go down the route of Mind-controlled assassins – that’s la-la land, the province of loopy conspiracy-theorists – best to stick with the cliché-ridden ‘official reports’ that ask no questions, that provide no answers – best to trust to television reporters who descend en masse like a parasitical swarm upon the scenes of tragedy, and who, to a man and woman offer the same lazy platitudes in their own feeble approximations of human empathy.
Don’t ask questions.
And if these questions go unasked, then what hope is there?
And why are the deaths of some children so readily termed ‘tragedies’ and yet the deaths of other children simply ignored?
As Voltaire so famously said: ‘those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities’ -well, maybe we, ourselves don’t personally commit atrocities, but we certainly condone them when we unthinkingly support the murderous regimes who govern us – for as many have pointed out, why are no tears shed for the brown-skinned children who are systematically torn apart by remotely-guided drone rockets in impoverished lands? It seems that State-sanctioned acts of terror are acceptable – regrettable yes, but necessary –to those who don’t question at least.
Finally, with all the talk of mass-shootings and violent video-games, I was reminded of a piece of grotesque television that was broadcast a few years back. It was presented by the eternally-pleased with himself mind-magician, Derren Brown. In this clip he quite merrily traumatises a young man by sending him into a trance via an arcade game, and getting him to shoot so-called real-life ‘zombies’: A perfect illustration of how to create a mind-controlled assassin? —
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We must try, putting aside all laziness and sloth, we must try to take back our country. I may be an impossible dream, but it is my dream to take this country back. The people should rule
Just watched the video of the child murderer. Reading a script. Zero emotion. Even the stuff he dabs around his eyes didn’t stimulate the tear duct. Ice cold.
You see right thru the maze…Beautifully written!
Since you mentioned the machine, hear is great flute music, and look at what happened to American Indians so long ago, but the beauty of their music live on and warms our hearts! Keep on, great post! Thanks Zen…We all see thru the B.S. cause there is just so much ot it… Namaste!
http://www.indianinthemachine.com/
Crazy ! whats even more crazy was how excepting and obedient his so called Friends were in the experiment.
pink Floyd :Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It’s alright we know where you’ve been.
You’ve been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and Scouting for Boys.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It’s alright we told you what to dream
Yeah, I thought the ‘friends’ nominating of him and then watching his nightmare unfold a little—–unsettling.
Great quote from Pink Floyd by the way.
Thanks stephen. Dint want to come off all ( peace ,pot, micro dot ” but the song came to mind , pun intend
This is all an incredible nightmare that I didn’t believe a year ago when somebody told me 911 was an inside job, flouride was poison, etc. Not long after I stumbled upon Vigilant Citizen website through a Tea Party website which I was all ra! ra! about. Have been going down the rabbit hole ever since. But I must say that the vast majority of people I encounter would find all of this truly unbelievable and will not even consider the “milder” offenses. They respond as if I’m reciting a fairy tale or I’m delusional.
That’s how it works. Cool thing is, as soon as anyone pops thru, there here, now, all caught up. It’s so freaky. But if we can make it thru, anyone can. You just never know. Just takes one seed to germinate.
Picses ~ We’re all too familiar with that “fluoride-head” response. Poor things. But, just a short 3 years ago, I was one of them – and now I’m fully aware and loving it! The best thing you can do is let go of the urgency of trying to wake up the masses. I’ve even grown to love the response. It tickles me. Imagine just one sentence and you can cause that “frozen computer screen” look on their faces. I made 3 women freeze up today – simply by mentioning mercury poisoning from dental work. You could see the programming systems going bonkers! But, I planted the seed. They don’t realize it, but they’ll remember it. Tucked away in the wee recesses of their gray-matter computers.