American Dream American Nightmare
One is obliged to marvel at the amount of money and effort spent for the purpose of deluding the American public, few of whom have an inclining of what is going on. Even fewer, once they proceed down the rabbit hole of awareness, awaken to the extent of propaganda and outright lies that began long before September 11, 2001.
A ridiculous digitally animated 104-minute movie broadcast in exciting segments throughout the day on 9/11 as breaking news, along with NASA’s absurd outer space theme movies since 1962, constitute the most blatant nonsense of our time. Add other psyops and false flag shows broadcast on a regular basis. If you, as most persons, consider these revelations unbelievable, simply stop reading this.
My understanding of the extent to which America’s masses are conned by means of mass media has come only since around 2008 when I committed to study 9/11. Although I had previously held questions about various details I had, for the most part, accepted the government’s narrative. I think that having read Vance Packard’s The Hidden Pursuaders, C. Wright Mills’ Power Elite and White Collar, Reisman’s The Lonely Crowd, Veblen’s The Theory of the Leisure Class, works of Albert Jay Nock and H.L. Mencken, Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States and others, helped prime me for this understanding.
Others having a different background express knee-jerk resentment when asked to confront even obvious televised absurdities. Calling it cognitive dissonance doesn’t fully explain the phenomenon that is incorporated in the very nature of audio-visual perceptions. It is as unrealistic, as it is difficult, to find others aware of what is being done to us all. The perpetrators’ view of humanity is realistic, judging from the huge success of their televised frauds. There is much evidence that they enjoy what they are doing.
A former farm-boy, I only half-heartedly bought into the American Dream, viewing with some bemusement its focus on popular culture, status, appearances, and trivia. From high-school days friends and even my own family accused me of reading too much and not paying enough attention to what William James called “the bitch goddess success”. In many ways I am a child of the 1960’s, a decade of domestic social upheaval including civil rights, sexual revolution, feminism, and above all, Vietnam war protests. I read The New York Review of Books voraciously, discovering there Noam Chomsky and Howard Zinn, among others whose columns struck a chord in one who, in the previous decade, had wondered what the Korean War was all about.
My father had a lifetime corporate career in which he developed sponge rubber along with other inventions. A self-educated scientific genius, he had a better grasp of human nature, a subject seldom discussed at home, than I ever achieved. I have lived through a wonderful period in mankind’s history for a person in this country who believes that life, rather than a moral testing ground or a money-maximizing pursuit, can be enjoyed ethically and emotionally. I am eighty four years old, still trying to understand political and economic dynamics, and grateful for economic opportunities and personal pleasures afforded me by those who designed their game.
The game I refer to is the money, or currency, game that thrust modernity containing all its deficiencies upon mankind. In exchange for crass materialism, puerile entertainment, ubiquitous indebtedness, horrible wars, pseudo democracy, and aforementioned hoaxes, Americans have been able to exchange early morning to late evening rural survival drudgery to making homes in cities and towns. Survival has become linked to a capitalist mantra and the dominance of ever growing culturally irrelevant corporations. I am trying to figure out precisely how and why our guardians feel it necessary to lie and delude us so mercilessly. Calling them names, such as psychopathic or devilish, does not seem to me to be very constructive.
We must be careful about using words such as evil and cynical. There is, as Thomas Szasz pointed out, generally a method even to madness. It goes without saying that policy must be self-serving. Games of chance are constructed for the financial benefit of the house. Today there is much talk of systemic collapse. Common sense tells me that those in control will do whatever it takes to preserve or restructure their game in order to avoid Armageddon.
Why are appallingly fraudulent narratives part of their game? One can suggest that they are to distract from other issues. Narratives of hugely successful moon missions provided government a counterbalance to its hugely unsuccessful Vietnam debacle. 9/11 ushered in the war on terror, patriot act, and mid-East aggressive wars. Sandy Hook took investigative focus from 9/11 and gave a boost to gun-control legislation. Other shoot-em ups keep citizens in fear. It is all a form of perverse entertainment. What are the odds of the masses ever getting a grip on all this?
Is government itself ever unselfishly benevolent? Back we go to Plato, Machiavelli, Aldous Huxley, George Washington Plunket of Tammany Hall, Mencken and, especially, to Nock’s Our Enemy, the State.
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