jetpen
4th July 2008, 21:42
What if you lived in a society of evil and insane people, how would you react?
Seemingly everyone I trusted has turned against me, so much that I have lost my illusions about humanity. "Hell...I'm in hell" I often think.
I live in the USA, because I have no means to escape the USA. What a brutal country; what an insane society.
Wisdom: what good is it? How nice it was to be deluded; how much better the USA seems when the popular myths can be believed.
My horror at my knowledge is compounded by my sense of near-total isolation. Only authors, intellectuals from faraway places and times, seem like they could be my friends. I am rejected by American society, and I doubly reject this society.
American people are monsters. When I see Americans, I perceive their essence: cannibalistic, voracious, robotic...monsters. They are killing so many people, destroying so many more lives. How can I talk to them? When they ask their meaningless "how are you?" I find it difficult to give the expected reply of "just fine". What can I say to them? They are so totally brainwashed; a lifetime of American social programming seems impossible to undo in a few minutes of conversation.
Americans destroy people and then cast the blame on their victims. Americans seem controlled by a collective mind that instructs them to act in unison. The collective mind of Americans appears so dark that I can't describe it.
"Hell...this is hell" I think again. And I know that the US does not have a bright future, but only a much darker one. Americans seem beyond any reform, beyond communication, like monstrous dogs with frothing bloody fangs soon to be uncaged. The next phase in American history seems certain to become an even darker one.
You probably will not understand what I would like to tell you. I believe that you are more completely deluded than you will ever realize. I know that you have great faith in ideas that you didn't choose to believe. Unfortunately you will likely never understand that you have been indoctrinated into a belief system that forces you to act in ways that can only harm other people. I wish I could trust in your benevolence, but I'm afraid that you are one of many completely brainwashed automatons. How could I persuade you that much of your beliefs are utterly false if you do not believe in rational arguments?
I think that the US is a diabolical cult, a self-destructive mass insanity that will not end well. I feel a sense of horror in playing along with American values. I cannot believe in the myths that keep people loyal to this monstrous system. Nor can I hope to convince anyone of what I know because one of the things I know is that people's beliefs are far more determined by popularity, by advertising, by television, than by sound facts and sound reasons.
A minor example of the horror I perceive is this: on July 4 a mind boggling event occurred: the US media didn't tell the story of how the US Congress passed a bill that may lead to war with Iran. The bill authorized the US President to begin a naval blockade of Iran, a blockade which could well begin a horrendous war. Shouldn't this political development be widely broadcast? Yet the main US media corporations broadcast a deceptively different story: they told a story of how Iran was rebuffed by the US Navy which presented the message that Iran will never be allowed to blockade the Strait of Hormuz. Notice how the US media told a very similar story, a confusingly similar warping of the story told in the alternative press and the non-US press. It is a marketing technique to mix words between one story and another because this technique has the effect of confusing people, of blurring the two stories together, and in people's memory most distinctions are lost and the person may have false memories of things that never happened. And the media tell lies, inexcusably, non-accidental lies about matters of death.
A war between the US and Iran would be monstrously insane. Yet, there are no protests in the US. None of the US mainstream media even reported what happened in the passage of the bill that may begin a horrendous war. How alone I feel when I realize that I am one of the few people who read books, one of the few who think independently of the popular American myths. How can I feel confident about participating in such a society of monsters. I feel like a liar when I must treat Americans politely when in fact I view Americans with a similar disgust as I would view giant talking cockroaches ready to tear me or anyone else apart upon realizing that we are not like them.
The United States is a country gone mad. It was barbaric and self-righteous a long time ago, but now it is beyond a nightmare. And when the oil can't continue feeding the US, whether that is in 10 years or 30, I have little doubt that the monsters in American skins will turn on one another with the same wickedness they have treated foreign human beings for so many decades.
To reveal that I do not agree with American mythology is a dangerous thing. Perhaps by writing this I am dooming myself. I know that the worst Americans will yell profanities at me for daring to disagree. But I have more fear of the "better" Americans who will tell me that it is okay to disagree with them, but then act, subconsciously, under the control of the American mass mind, to do me harm. And the greatest harm I fear comes in the form of "help", of American help, which is the diabolically self-deluded way that Americans destroy people.
The American mind, and the American belief system, and the American laws and rules, are diabolically clever in that all parts sustain the illusion of benevolence while the whole acts to do the most horrendously destructive things to people. I see the US as a giant monstrous machine, of meshing gears the size of cities, turning to crush more people, a giant juice press of human blood. This horrible vision is only a summary of my general impression of the United States; I have reasons for my impression, but listing all these reasons and insights would take up the length of a book.
Haiti, what horror. All those half starved people with American warships "protecting" the coast, "defending" America. What compound horror that Americans not only blindly unquestioningly succumb to the myths, but that there are not even a few voices in opposition. To find the opposition to American myths requires searching them out, but the typical American may live and die without ever questioning their role in the diabolical machine. What a horror it is to recieve "aid" from Americans.
Al-Qaida...how often is this "organization" in the news. Yet, anyone who researches it will discover that it is a fantasy, an invention of media myth tellers and government elites. Yet there are Americans who hate Al-Qaida, who want to fight this imaginary creation. As the Americans shout and cheer and threaten, I feel as an alien watching through a telescope at another world, a world of mass insanity.
How can I say "yes, I'll go along with all of you" when Americans are so deluded about so many things, and when I see clearly how Americans are immensely destructive. "Hell...I'm in hell" I think. My goal is to escape from Americans, yet such an escape would only be for myself. I cannot wipe away the vastness of their madness. What do I do? Unlike the sleepwalking drones I have no comfortable cocoon of lies to live and die within. I cannot ask for any advice, since American advice is based on such corrupt nonsense. I don't see how I could change the world, especially in such a short time. I know that catastrophes caused by Americans are a near certainty, yet I can't do anything about it. What a horror it is; a horror that I doubt unintelligent people can imagine because it is a horror of abstract ideas, a horror of reality, a horror of the past, and a dreadful fear of the horrors coming in the future.
It would be comforting to remain a rationalist but I perceive a terrible truth: that humanity is irrational. The "superpower" creates dungeons, the elite debate the design for torture chambers. Human efforts are devoted to manufacturing weapons while a fraction of the same effort could build beautiful things and ease the pains of many suffering people. Some abstract philosopher might argue that pain is part of the beauty of life, but try starving, try watching so many lives destroyed, and call it a beautiful part of life. Are cannibalistic insects, massed in a swarm of self-destruction, a thing of beauty? Perhaps to someone; but to me I feel sick, horror, dread and fear.
Where is the beauty in burning? If beauty and good are only human concepts, how can we live and not feel some concern for living? I see Americans as a dark people, as petty bullies attacking each other, not with the dark beauty of a hawk, but with the bleakness of sick mad rats weakly biting one another.
Maybe I would like an anaesthetic for my thoughts, some remote country to flee too, some large bottles of wine to retreat to. Perhaps I am not an American.
I am willing to go anywhere, do anything, if only someone knows how to best escape American society.
Seemingly everyone I trusted has turned against me, so much that I have lost my illusions about humanity. "Hell...I'm in hell" I often think.
I live in the USA, because I have no means to escape the USA. What a brutal country; what an insane society.
Wisdom: what good is it? How nice it was to be deluded; how much better the USA seems when the popular myths can be believed.
My horror at my knowledge is compounded by my sense of near-total isolation. Only authors, intellectuals from faraway places and times, seem like they could be my friends. I am rejected by American society, and I doubly reject this society.
American people are monsters. When I see Americans, I perceive their essence: cannibalistic, voracious, robotic...monsters. They are killing so many people, destroying so many more lives. How can I talk to them? When they ask their meaningless "how are you?" I find it difficult to give the expected reply of "just fine". What can I say to them? They are so totally brainwashed; a lifetime of American social programming seems impossible to undo in a few minutes of conversation.
Americans destroy people and then cast the blame on their victims. Americans seem controlled by a collective mind that instructs them to act in unison. The collective mind of Americans appears so dark that I can't describe it.
"Hell...this is hell" I think again. And I know that the US does not have a bright future, but only a much darker one. Americans seem beyond any reform, beyond communication, like monstrous dogs with frothing bloody fangs soon to be uncaged. The next phase in American history seems certain to become an even darker one.
You probably will not understand what I would like to tell you. I believe that you are more completely deluded than you will ever realize. I know that you have great faith in ideas that you didn't choose to believe. Unfortunately you will likely never understand that you have been indoctrinated into a belief system that forces you to act in ways that can only harm other people. I wish I could trust in your benevolence, but I'm afraid that you are one of many completely brainwashed automatons. How could I persuade you that much of your beliefs are utterly false if you do not believe in rational arguments?
I think that the US is a diabolical cult, a self-destructive mass insanity that will not end well. I feel a sense of horror in playing along with American values. I cannot believe in the myths that keep people loyal to this monstrous system. Nor can I hope to convince anyone of what I know because one of the things I know is that people's beliefs are far more determined by popularity, by advertising, by television, than by sound facts and sound reasons.
A minor example of the horror I perceive is this: on July 4 a mind boggling event occurred: the US media didn't tell the story of how the US Congress passed a bill that may lead to war with Iran. The bill authorized the US President to begin a naval blockade of Iran, a blockade which could well begin a horrendous war. Shouldn't this political development be widely broadcast? Yet the main US media corporations broadcast a deceptively different story: they told a story of how Iran was rebuffed by the US Navy which presented the message that Iran will never be allowed to blockade the Strait of Hormuz. Notice how the US media told a very similar story, a confusingly similar warping of the story told in the alternative press and the non-US press. It is a marketing technique to mix words between one story and another because this technique has the effect of confusing people, of blurring the two stories together, and in people's memory most distinctions are lost and the person may have false memories of things that never happened. And the media tell lies, inexcusably, non-accidental lies about matters of death.
A war between the US and Iran would be monstrously insane. Yet, there are no protests in the US. None of the US mainstream media even reported what happened in the passage of the bill that may begin a horrendous war. How alone I feel when I realize that I am one of the few people who read books, one of the few who think independently of the popular American myths. How can I feel confident about participating in such a society of monsters. I feel like a liar when I must treat Americans politely when in fact I view Americans with a similar disgust as I would view giant talking cockroaches ready to tear me or anyone else apart upon realizing that we are not like them.
The United States is a country gone mad. It was barbaric and self-righteous a long time ago, but now it is beyond a nightmare. And when the oil can't continue feeding the US, whether that is in 10 years or 30, I have little doubt that the monsters in American skins will turn on one another with the same wickedness they have treated foreign human beings for so many decades.
To reveal that I do not agree with American mythology is a dangerous thing. Perhaps by writing this I am dooming myself. I know that the worst Americans will yell profanities at me for daring to disagree. But I have more fear of the "better" Americans who will tell me that it is okay to disagree with them, but then act, subconsciously, under the control of the American mass mind, to do me harm. And the greatest harm I fear comes in the form of "help", of American help, which is the diabolically self-deluded way that Americans destroy people.
The American mind, and the American belief system, and the American laws and rules, are diabolically clever in that all parts sustain the illusion of benevolence while the whole acts to do the most horrendously destructive things to people. I see the US as a giant monstrous machine, of meshing gears the size of cities, turning to crush more people, a giant juice press of human blood. This horrible vision is only a summary of my general impression of the United States; I have reasons for my impression, but listing all these reasons and insights would take up the length of a book.
Haiti, what horror. All those half starved people with American warships "protecting" the coast, "defending" America. What compound horror that Americans not only blindly unquestioningly succumb to the myths, but that there are not even a few voices in opposition. To find the opposition to American myths requires searching them out, but the typical American may live and die without ever questioning their role in the diabolical machine. What a horror it is to recieve "aid" from Americans.
Al-Qaida...how often is this "organization" in the news. Yet, anyone who researches it will discover that it is a fantasy, an invention of media myth tellers and government elites. Yet there are Americans who hate Al-Qaida, who want to fight this imaginary creation. As the Americans shout and cheer and threaten, I feel as an alien watching through a telescope at another world, a world of mass insanity.
How can I say "yes, I'll go along with all of you" when Americans are so deluded about so many things, and when I see clearly how Americans are immensely destructive. "Hell...I'm in hell" I think. My goal is to escape from Americans, yet such an escape would only be for myself. I cannot wipe away the vastness of their madness. What do I do? Unlike the sleepwalking drones I have no comfortable cocoon of lies to live and die within. I cannot ask for any advice, since American advice is based on such corrupt nonsense. I don't see how I could change the world, especially in such a short time. I know that catastrophes caused by Americans are a near certainty, yet I can't do anything about it. What a horror it is; a horror that I doubt unintelligent people can imagine because it is a horror of abstract ideas, a horror of reality, a horror of the past, and a dreadful fear of the horrors coming in the future.
It would be comforting to remain a rationalist but I perceive a terrible truth: that humanity is irrational. The "superpower" creates dungeons, the elite debate the design for torture chambers. Human efforts are devoted to manufacturing weapons while a fraction of the same effort could build beautiful things and ease the pains of many suffering people. Some abstract philosopher might argue that pain is part of the beauty of life, but try starving, try watching so many lives destroyed, and call it a beautiful part of life. Are cannibalistic insects, massed in a swarm of self-destruction, a thing of beauty? Perhaps to someone; but to me I feel sick, horror, dread and fear.
Where is the beauty in burning? If beauty and good are only human concepts, how can we live and not feel some concern for living? I see Americans as a dark people, as petty bullies attacking each other, not with the dark beauty of a hawk, but with the bleakness of sick mad rats weakly biting one another.
Maybe I would like an anaesthetic for my thoughts, some remote country to flee too, some large bottles of wine to retreat to. Perhaps I am not an American.
I am willing to go anywhere, do anything, if only someone knows how to best escape American society.