You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world.  You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Belle Paris

Victims of a shooting attack lay on the pavement outside La Belle Equipe restaurant in Paris Friday, Nov. 13, 2015.
Well over 100 people were killed in Paris on Friday night, in a series of shootings and explosions.


I'm not even paying attention to the attack in Paris two days ago on Friday the 13th, 2015. I'm not watching the constant coverage on TV with angst and amazement. I'm not modifying my Facebook picture by overlaying it with the French flag. I'm not grieving or clenching my jaw in anger.

I'm not being manipulated.

Instead, I am watching how the rest of the world is being deceived and manipulated. I can see how our empathy is used against us. I can see how this manipulation works every time, whether it be the sinking of the Lusitania, the attack on Pearl Harbor, the Holocaust Lie, the Murrah Building bombing, 9/11, Sandy Hook, the Boston Marathon bombing, or any other orchestrated drama. I can see why the ruling sociopaths think we are stupid sheep, worthy of nothing more than to serve their needs and desires until we outlive our usefulness.

Oh yeah, I can see the problem.

Humanity has never known a solution, as far as I can tell. Organized sociopaths have always ruled us. They have always fooled us with their superficial charm, their clever lies, their chameleon-like adaptability, their secrecy, their affected certainty, and their inherent selfishness and arrogance. We are sucked into their game like moths attracted to a flame. Because of our respective psychologies, they can't help playing us, and we can't help being played. It's an eternal tango, with sociopaths leading and non-sociopaths being spun, flipped, swung, slid, and otherwise tossed about like sacks of grain.

Is there any overcoming this broken record? Is this a dead-end skip which won't stop repeating? Does an outside operator have to come into the room and move the needle for us for the music to ever play again? And is there an outside operator that even hears our predicament? Do we have to do this ourselves by becoming self-aware, by understanding how we actually work, and what makes us tick, and realizing that it is not the same for sociopaths and saints?

Ya, like that's ever gonna happen...

 "Look at me, America.  Look at my concerned face.  I practiced this face in the mirror for several minutes until I got it down pat.  I can put on this face at a moment's notice now to show how much empathy I have for the victims of the sociopathic policy I help deliver.  It's all an act, of course, because I don't feel empathy like the rest of you stupid sheep, but I'm the best damned actor since Ronald Reagan, and I'll fool around 80% of you all of the time.  Pretty convincing face, huh.  Yeah, I'm damn good.  That's why they picked me for this job, because I follow orders and sell the deception so well.  Fall for it, suckers!  You know you love it!  I'm your leader, worship me!  Hail me!  Admire me!  Another Nobel Peace Prize to cap my unforgettable performance!  Who da man!  Who, who who!"


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