Thursday, March 15, 2007

They Really Really Mean It.


What is the latest word on 'product'?
Well, there's a lot of it about. There are thousands of establishments all over the country which are specifically devoted with explicit formality to the production of units, creatures of acquired habits, creatures which will fulfill their creators' dreams of harmony.

Funny that. When the creators first sold their dream of harmony we were sold a bill which promised angelically pure devotion, devotion to us, and an end to the irritating tendency of the young to be wilful and wayward, a way to stop them from seeking their fortune on the wide borne of the world and lead them into a form of obeisance wherin we could assume our rightful positions of seniority.
They would be ever seeking our wizened advice and the masters of schooling would be the masters of all.

So.
What went wrong?
Today we have millions of little terrorists, all seeking to break each other down and do nothing useful for anybody. They are foul, foul-mouthed and violent.
What went wrong?

In one, short, word, nothing.

Nothing went wrong.
We set out to produce a particular result, and we got exactly what we asked for.
The only thing that was wrong was the illusion used to sell the crap in the first place.
But I'm guessing that the amount of embarrassment mixed in with the outrage shows that we really knew it all along.

We wanted conformity to social ideals and that is exactly what we got.

We got conformity to social ideals, any and every social ideal.
As this precludes any particular social ideals, we have a generalisation, a loyalty seeking to be attached. Freedom has declined to just meaning 'choose your conformity' a choice of loyalty to one of the variety of causes.

But the bedrock of the shared experience is the conformity to socialisation of the mind.

And today we send these little warrior-agents out into the world where they invade, degrade, violate, abuse and wreck.
All without any meaningful reprisal except recourse to legal sledgehammers which leave the punished guilty feeling ever the victims, producing a wailing, suppurating, deafening cacophony of protest which eventually undermines even this, last, legal bastion of recourse for the innocent.

But what we must realise is this; they really, really love us, and what they do they do for our own good.
Their love consists of bringing us back into the fold of security, by means of rendering us incapable of any form of independent life, by making sure that we are like them.

And all that matters to them, is that we, whether friend or enemy, are like them.

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