FROM YOUR INVISIBLE RULERS: MEMO TO EARTH

Behold Me: the power and glory of the State. One World. And welcome to Hell.

FROM YOUR INVISIBLE RULERS: MEMO TO EARTH

My Dear Loyal Serfs, Cheerleaders, and Deplorable Others:

I like people.

That’s why I provide a 24 hour news cycle of amusing politicians, useful fools, and other entertainers, for your distraction and edification. I teach you useful things, like how to manipulate, agitate, and participate. I teach you how to sell all that to unindoctrinated other “folks.”

I merchandise comfortable arguments that convince you my arguments are true, because everybody says they are true. I say my words so often that they inspire you to come to order.

My order.

In fact, I say these words so much that if anybody even dares disagree with me, then their employers, friends, neighbors, and families will label—no, BRAND them—them as a racist, bigoted, radical, homophobic and a god-cursed conservative.

Oh…wait…there are no gods.

And the conservatives…we are working on that.

These are labels nobody wants. I control you with labels you don’t want applied to you. Some call this “political correctness,” but I think of it as more, your self-installed, self-repairing, self-sustaining shackles.

But don’t worry: it’s all good. And you’re good to go.

You see, I appeal to your give-me-a-free-cookie side. I give you contradiction, confusion, panic, anger, class envy, war, government cheese, and death in your streets. This keeps you alert and loyal to the benevolent security I offer. I shovel it over your heads until you’ve drowned in it and don’t even realize it. War is freedom; guns can’t protect you; rioting is blessed; death is normal.

And, you belong to me.
Bee bop, a’ shoe bop.
Bee bop a loo ah.
Baby.

So, I stoke your imagination with sex and ads hot from the bowels of Madison Avenue so that you can lust for things you will never have. Then I pump you full with toxins of despair, loathing, hatred, and unsatisfiable desire to excite and motivate you—so I can then purge you like a warm enema, with entertainment, entertainment, entertainment, and more entertainment to distract and subjugate your happy little mind, to me.

I’m the one who iPads, iPods, and iPhones you until you are stuffed to the gills with gibberish and irrelevant “memes,” whatever the hell a meme is. I ram this all down your throats like a Frenchman force-feeds geese to enslave their livers for food. I poison your guts with the toxic bile of unfulfilled obsession.

But it’s all good, and good to go, and you can git behind that, because I hocus-focus your Lady Ga-Ga Ga Dam enchained imagination that’s no longer yours, because I give you my made-up words, and phrases, and ideas you think are your own. But they are soooo not….

Oh—and then, when you’re swollen to bursting with my bogus bull crap, and your anger is a swollen pus-bomb ready to blow, I’ve invented torch-lit stadiums for screaming and stomping. I created stars and stripes, the swastika, the big red star, rap, the Wave, the Boo, the Wooh, and the Woo-Hoo, too.

I know what’s going to happen next, because I scripted it myself. But I don’t think I should tell you. I need you fresh, and jumping mindlessly from crisis to crisis—so many crises that your terror and confusion wipe and enslave you to Me.

You need a friend. I can do things for you. I can help you with ANYthing—politics, religion, voices in your head, Hawking radiation—what—ever!

Because I am vast, and powerful.

I am alive, in control, and self-fulfilling.

Behold Me: the power and glory of the State.

One World.

And welcome to Hell.


By Jeffrey A. Friedberg


Pro Deo et Constitutione – Libertas aut Mors
Semper Vigilans Fortis Paratus et Fidelis
Joseph F Barber