"Family Values" -- a prime
sales pitch of those running for office (presidential candidates included). Does anyone
know what they have in mind? Are they really still interested in the family or are they
just playacting while doing a miserable job of covering up their misdeeds? We are fully
aware of what’s happened to obliterate family values. We don’t need absurd
proclamations that only add fuel to an already roaring fire. Unfortunately, new and
diabolical twists on the family theme are being created solely for the purpose of playing
with our minds. "Power" created an economy necessitating the need for two wage
earners per family. "Power" forced the turn-key world of children into
existence. "Power" distorted the purpose of welfare and resulting imprisonment
of productive people. "Power" corrupted our laws and were rewarded for exporting
our jobs. "Power" is in the process of decimating our worker’s economy.
"Power" is in control of the supreme tool, our armies, and they are sent to
fight the battles of power ... as ordered.
Power! Power! Power! -- the plunder
goes on. It is we the people who are always subjected to the preaching of morality as if
we have conjured up this mess in order to bring destruction on ourselves. What a ridicules
thought.
Did we the people create the
multi-trillion dollar debt, a debt we the people will be forced to pay, not government as
they continuously misrepresent. As we repay the debt we had no part in accumulating, the
lenders will rake in billions (the interest we pay on the debt each year). Our government
is doing their best to relate the debt to every social program they can think of. Bull!
They should listen to us and perform as promised to us and get on with the job of
downsizing their own bureaucratic pork (including corporate welfare). They must be forced
into disciplining themselves. I know that thought has become purely wishful fantasizing,
but one must start with orderly intentions.
Has it become too much to expect --
the ones we hired and assigned to safeguard our laws and lives ... do what they are being
paid and trusted to do? Can we ever induce them to return their allegiance to the
organization that originally employed them ... "We The People"? If a turn around
even smelled like it was possible, we would instantly rally to the cause. For the present,
our hopes suppressed, having no indication that the tainted can ever be cleansed, we
reluctantly harbor increasing hostility. A time will surely come when we will no longer be
able to digest the preachings of false prophets.
"Power" has shackled us --
gotten us out of their way -- as they are going about the business of transforming America
in a way we could never dream was possible. Could we ever have imagined the peoples’
voices would be so thoroughly silenced as they are today? Could we ever have imagined we
would be chastised for irreverence to an unacceptable happening?
Lets go back to the future. The 1939
World’s Fair, its tantalizing presentation of what’s to come. Its sensational
buildings and exhibits are all long gone. One memento remains with us -- evolving and
gaining momentum ... it’s the talking, walking, arm waving, cigarette puffing
"robot man." The clumsy chip of yesterday lives on today in a different more
efficient form. It no longer is performing for us. "We" are now being trained to
perform for it.
The glory of the future, depicted by
an array of manufactured innovations to improve our lives, is here, but not being
manufactured here. "Made in the U.S.A." has become history. So you see, the
glory was not ours to profit by. Our innovations eventually made elsewhere, wound up
creating our debt. Once the world’s leading creditor, we have "progressed?"
and become the world’s leading debtor. How marvelous! So much for the glory of the
families future.
As we continue plummeting downhill, a
hollow voice from above insists we have nothing to fear. As our manufacturing base is
being transported to third world countries, we are being told "that’s where
those demeaning jobs belong." We, of superior intellect, will learn to live happily
ever after "in the kingdom of the chip," obedient servants to a greater will.
Though we have loudly stated we don’t agree, it has become the sworn duty of our
government to convince us, becoming a service society is the way to a glorious future.
That pitch may have been marketable
if the workers of America were permitted to be involved in planning and decision making.
Now that we are aware of impending consequences, the concept can no longer be accepted on
face value. It just doesn’t appear to be the way to enrich the mass of society. It
has shown every sign of enriching only a favored group at the top. It was either a
monumental marketing misjudgment or more likely a confident act of deception. In either
case it has created a defiant opposition.
Whatever the course of events that
brought us to this point -- society as a whole shows no signs of benefiting. On the
contrary, as we are being digitized, relegated to live within the circuits of
"power’s electronic revolution" we are an obviously altered and sinking
society. No doubt, there are those who will profit. No doubt, a power at the top will pile
wealth upon wealth. As long as "their revolution" remains unchallenged, the
society born of "our revolution" ... will be annulled.
There is accomplishment as a result
of the chip, accomplishment that has been designed to serve the public. Exploring space
would not be possible without computers. The convenience of traveling on modern jet-liners
would not be possible without computers. Science that truly benefits our lives has leaped
light years ahead, because of the computer. People and business can both profit because of
the computer. How one programs and intends to use this marvel ... that becomes another
story. Left to continue on its present course the programming power installs for its own
purpose will never consider us. The euphoric environment of the future appears to be
further away than ever. It may in fact be gone forever if power has its way.
To redesign a society against its
will, one must implant a pattern of order and blind obedience starting at the earliest
stage of life. It is now in progress. As our children enter schools that are mandated to
follow a central government’s methodology, they have been immediately placed in an
atmosphere reeking of the chip. From kindergarten on, the computer, more and more is
becoming the icon deceitfully symbolizing teacher. Unbeknowns to the impressionable minds
of the children, they are being umbilicaled to a nocuous representative of power, the chip
and the software residing within the innocent looking box.
This method of schooling (I
won’t call it teaching) has its advocates and opponents. Was it ever truly evaluated
-- presented to parents in order to get their opinions? "No!" It was installed.
It is proliferating. It is dangerous. Left to their own devices, power will never
willingly part with their controlling tool of indoctrination.
Before our very eyes "the
chips" are busy invading, gathering and reorganizing every facet of humanity’s
cherished accomplishments. Disapproval of how the chip is being used should not be
construed as disapproval of technology. The engineering accomplishments of our time, at
first blush, were for the most part accepted as improvements that would benefit mankind.
Most were improvements ... until ....
Modern machines entered our lives
gracefully. The telephone, radio, television, refrigerator, washer, dryer, disposal slowly
joined and improved a society as it was gaining in affluence.
Mother welcomed the technology that
released her from everyday drudgery. Family togetherness was enhanced by the increased
leisure time technology created. The hours a breadwinner had to labor to support a family
were decreasing ... yet wages were rising. Then something happened. All progress was
switched off.
Today, mother has been forced into
the workplace and couldn’t survive without those once considered "work
reducing" technological aids meant to improve her life. The results are clear. Now!
after working her eight hour shift in factory or office, generally at a low wage job,
mother ends the day with additional work (using the inventions originally promised to
reduce her drudgery). Is this an example of how the electronic revolution has become our
servant, or is it an example of how we have become its slave.
Obviously the electronic world is at
odds with the human world. It has now begun to trap rather than free us. The chip, a
tireless twenty four hour a day operative, can be relentless and treacherous. Created in
garage work shops, but championed and skewed by power, the chip will soon have enough
switches to connect to every human and turn us on or off at will.
No matter how many useful purposes
the chip can be related to, they become valueless when weighed against the depleted goals
of a society that suffers from its failed purpose. It has not enhanced our lives as
described, or inferred.
Most of the computer dominated work
force is composed of low wage data-entry drones. They are destined to sit hour after hour,
typing, staring into a monitor, and suffering from a new array of illnesses as a result.
Can this be the propagandized idyllic work environment? I haven’t found any happy
campers in that part of the work force, just worn out people.
In this new work place, as one works
the machine, the machine works you over. It can monitor how much time you spend typing. It
can monitor your daily work habits. It can document time away from your duty, such as
going to the rest-room etc.. The company can have the machine monitor anything it wants in
the way of checking you out. Are you willing to agree that this is the promised
wonderland?
Applying for a job, an apartment, a
loan was once a one on-one affair. You were able to engage in meaningful conversation. Now
you are forced to submit to an antiseptic questionnaire, handed to you by a regimented,
impersonal "chip modified, chip dependent, unconnected individual." You are no
longer the focus for interaction. You are only allowed to submit to a sterile inquisition.
The sheet of paper you signed is then fed into a machine where interaction is not allowed.
Only dubious profile and chip evaluate you. You will probably be told to return for a
decision. Don’t kid yourself ... it will be a decision based on how many points you
scored by some unknown standard. There was no human conversation or interaction. The only
human involvement was to feed the document into the computer and wait for it to send back
a data-based answer.
Example! A loan officer (why that
title is still valid remains a mystery) scans a mindless computer generated profile of
you. He shakes his head. You just know a problem is coming. The machine has printed out in
black and white, right or wrong, a determination. You have been declined by a chip.
That’s not possible you say. Asking to see the print-out is a no-no. If you insist on
seeing the report, you will be directed to contact a credit bureau, and pay a fee to look
at it. Good luck! "Is this the promised wonderland?"
Once the reality of how ominous our
future is beginning to look like becomes firmly set and understood by us, the methods of
retaliation will start to emerge. Corporate is now the prime gatherer, documentor, and
distributor of our supposed constitutionally protected private affairs. They are gathering
this privileged information by having ignored, circumvented, or distorted the laws
governing our right of protected privacy. Those employed to gather endless information --
"the computer indoctrinated data implanters," haven’t the slightest notion,
that what they are feeding to the chip will come back to haunt them. "Is this the
promised wonderland?"
Clarity of corporate purpose is
taking place. Clarity of what our purpose must become is also taking place. We must
reverse the theft of America. We must criminalize powers disregard for a society that
created and kept faith with the American dream. We must restore sanity.
We must return to our own
"recognizable wonderland" for our children’s sake.
I KNOW THERE’S A REAL WORLD OUT THERE
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