NO BARS CAN HOLD YOU

Wherein I get, in fact, too fucking drunk and high to even contemplate rational, responsible "blogging" and instead decide to "blog" of the secret and mysterious connection between people, places and events, only to painfully come to the conclusion: fuck it, go with the flow [with reference to the works of myself.]

Notes towards an investigation.

Actually, I really did "investigate" something this time. I've spent the last four months surrounded by conspiracies and conspiracy theories and have now sorted the [e]wheat from the [e]chaf and distilled the essence of the non-or-at-least-less-batshit-crazy-crazy-crazy shit into 5 short paragraphs consisting entirely of "what if" questions. Because I'm all about the questions.

That's OK, no need to thank me.

Most of this shit should be axiomatic to you anyway.

conspiracy theories, in 5 short paragraphs consisting entirely of  "what if" statements that should be axiomatic to you anyway:

what if we are in a war? what if it is not the war we believe we are in? what if this is the way our true enemies want it? what if it is not a foreign war against a foreign enemy? what if it is a war on consciousness? what if it is a war on our own minds?

what if as well as irrelevant information, the state gives us disinformation? what if the state creates confusion to hide the truth? what if when we realise this the state creates a diversion to distract us?

what if the media “captivates” our attention? what if this restricts the range of our conscious awareness? what if the attention of the masses becomes “entranced”? what if the media create an obsessive fixation with certain superficial events that “seize” our attention? 

what if we are already gullible and highly suggestible? what if the state manipulates us into a game of “divide and conquer”? what if they get rich off of other people's blood? what if they incite conflict? what if they covertly support both sides?

what if the state engages in covert, fear-based psychological warfare against us? what if we have already given away our power? what if our capacity to think and respond creatively is undermined? what if we are frozen in trauma?

And now, a poem:


the picture behind lends testament
to the ironic figure in the foreground
the subject and the context are juxtaposed
  

much like the jihad of your mind
against the wine glass of our civilisation
all released at the protest and the bar

chained like dogs to the screen
so the big lie slowly reveals itself
and by that act of being known

is changed back again into the unknown
much like the jihad of your mind
against the wine glass of our civilisation


Bonus!

All this was inspired by the principle - which is quite true in itself - that in the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously. Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to think that there may be some other explanation. For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying.

- Adolf Hitler: Mein Kampf, 1925, volume I, chapter X [arrogantly abridged and italicised by me.]

Oh, I know [I know!] but contain your ire. It never hurts* to put these things in their proper historical context, dig?

That's alright, no need to thank me.



* but may sometimes help