Idle moments....

In an idle moment you might consider the future of mankind.

You might look at our current situation, reach the inevitable conclusion that we cannot carry on in this fashion, reach another conclusion that in order to avoid the future we have ordained by our behaviour we have to make not just radical changes, but changes to the very fabric of everything.

If your idle moment stretches out, you might begin to see the reasons for our current condition, and by extension discover the culprits and then how those culprits ensure that the rest of us behave in a manner which suits them and prolongs the nightmare that the rest of us live through and that they observe from their luxurious ivory towers.

You might wonder if they are so wise after all, for the nest that is being crapped on is the nest that, though they have the very best bits of it, is their nest too.

That makes you wonder if, by some strange reasoning or quirk of genetics, they are happier in filth and poison, enjoy bathing in misery.

If you have the time to mull things over further then you will reach an understanding of the nature of humanity, and an understanding of how that nature has been manipulated and shaped by the sticks and carrots of our masters, shaped so expertly that the vast bulk of humanity has no inkling that they are slaves, no understanding that they are imprisoned, no idea of the danger they now face, even no grasp of the crimes against humanity that they commit or their fellows commit with their unwitting connivance.

Humanity has surged forward in the last few decades in terms of the advances made by technology. Our finest minds, building upon the knowledge accumulated thus far and with the aid of computing instruments have caused a dramatic shift in the speed of advancement. These fine minds, lost in the idea that they are pushing forward the boundaries of knowledge, blind to the sources of the funding that drives their experimentation, ignorant of the morality and ethics of what they do, bent on the exercise of their mental superiority, have gifted into the hands of our masters the very weapons of misery and control that have enabled them to finely tune their subordination of humanity.

Things should be getting better for us all now.
They’re not.

Clever people are suckered into creating a hell on earth that would have been unimaginable to our forbears, beyond contempt, damnable and yet has been made humdrum, acceptable, bearable to the bulk of humanity by the constant repetition of suitable propaganda, again designed and implemented and transmitted by the instruments that our science has produced, our invention has conceived of.

So it is that this brave new world of ours considers that the extraction of cells from aborted foetuses is a good idea. So it is that a human being can find satisfaction in developing the cluster bomb. So it is that all of us use plastics that our descendants will be picking up from once pristine beaches for centuries to come, and cannot conceive of living without whilst we spew our filth into the future. Ignorant of the consequences, even in the main ignorant of the existence of hemp plastics that are superior and degrade biologically , ignorant of the reasons for their ignorance and the history that lies behind one of the great catastrophes to our environment.

An ignorance that is by design, of course, that derives from decades if not centuries of control of thought, control of education, control of what news is deemed fit for our consumption, what issues we debate.

The agenda is set for us.
It’s a fixed menu.
It’s the false reality of the control matrix.

Our finest minds, so subverted, wage slaves to the masters, earning their crust from wickedness, enjoying their relative prosperity, wallowing in their high opinion of their own cleverness, unbelievably conceited are themselves amongst the worst offenders, the greatest criminals.

They don’t even think about it, such is their conceit.

These lost souls can be found in many walks of life, each one sucking at the festering nipple of the great sickness that engulfs us. The psychologists that teach the propagandists how to manipulate humanity. The petty bureaucrats that implement a small element of the overall control matrix.

An endless, dull, mindless morass of blind self centred egoists that can do no wrong, and yet wrong is all they do.

They think they are right, these fools, and have a bank account to prove it.
My cats could do better.

It is not just the clever that are recruited into the Jailer class. Our masters understand that there is space too for the ruthless, the inhumanly cruel, the knowingly vicious, the pathetically insecure, the petty, the jealous, the greedy and the dumb. Each Jailer has his or her place in the pyramid, each answering to another sick human being a little higher than they in the structure.

In that idle moment, do you see the nature of the problem?

With love,
Olive xxx
(P.S. Thanks to all those that have kept coming though I haven't written for ages. I've been trying to pay some bills.)