A work of fiction. A letter from a political prisoner, smuggled out to his compatriots in 2032 A.D. by John Layman
(centrist)
Saturday, March 20, 2010
A letter from a political prisoner in 2032
I am a nobody. But I can see. The somebodies- they want all us nobodies to see what they tell us to see. I hope a few of us can see that, But, Hey, they have all the power now. The big speakers. The big amplifiers. The knobs and the buttons and the gears. What do we have? Not much I guess. And you know what? If we did have something- who would operate it. Remember communism? Who could be trusted. This cynicism is so fatal to all the connections of grace and fidelity. There is so little honor. What we have now is fatalism masked over by the make-up of commercials for "just another day in paradise". Movies and TV shows feeding the narcissism that is eating out our intestines. Yea-The zombies are us. The scientists are them. The survivors are caught in between the two- people who are just food for the turned ones and more bodies to burn. The scientists, they know they did it, but they are just glad they are alive and deep underground with their employers. All along, they spread the lie that there was not enough to go around, when Anyone who looked up from the feeding frenzy saw that it was the inordinate share being taken at the top that was destroying the system from within. The Soviet Union imploded because corruption ate the pillars away. They could not sustain the illusions anymore. The people saw the truth as they waited hours standing in lines for toilet paper. We still have our illusions.
They didn't have the movies we have. They didn't have the TV shows. They just had the lines and the oppression and the awareness that the West was eating and driving shiny cars and celebrating life. The celebration didn't last though. Corruption was eating away the pillars in the West even before the Soviet Union fell. The United States was betrayed from within by the lackeys of international bankers. Pushing the buttons, pulling the levers, turning the knobs, for their own benefit. They were the greatest addicts of all.
Consuming whole industries in their greed. Watching from behind the curtain as whole societies crumbled into chaos. They could have stopped it- but why? They started it. They had always been there, the sons of their fathers, waiting for the watchmen to fail. For justice to come up for sale once again. They had no affiliation with anything but more for themselves. They only worked together in a sort of wary predatory alliance, like wolves. If one of them stumbled they would be quickly devoured by the same men that had howled at the moon with them the night before. Every four years they put up a couple new puppets. The people ranted and raved and had their "choice". A few new salesmen and technocrats were voted into Congress or appointed to the bench with the say sos of the so and sos. A new "reformer" to lead the same as it ever was until it became a little worse than it was before. While behind the scenes the good ol boys gutted the beast and hung it on their spit. The dreams of five generation earned with blood, sweat and tears -lost in a few years of sleeping at the wheel.
Democracy is one thing. Capitalism is another. They are not one and the same. Capitalists manipulate money at the market level and only know the Darwinian way. Survival of the fittest, that's a joke. Dominion of the masses by the strongest is what they are after. The evolution of a whole new super race of hidden power brokers, that's their ticket. When jobs were being sent to third world nations the prices did not drop- they went up. The difference between what a citizen in a democracy makes working under the protection of law, and what a slave laborer earns in a nation where you do what you are told so you can just live- well, that's a lot of money in the pockets of the few at the top.
Free enterprise, well, that's a joke too. When a half a dozen related conglomerates control all the commodities, communication and commerce there is no competition. A complex oligarchy screaming "free enterprise" through a megaphone at a huge mass of disenfranchised workers and tradesmen and proprietors and farmers even as they wring the last few drops of life out of the fabric of the American working class is all that was. So, after all the factories shut down, after all the steel came from overseas, after all the gold went out of Fort Knox and into the pockets of the money changers, after all the respectable jobs were gone and the middle class was dealt with- that's when they really took over. A generation of children raised on Ridilin became a generation of young adults on Thorazine and librium and oxycontin and Zombie Nation was born. The horror tales of the late nineteen hundreds became a reality by the twenty second century. All the ties that bind have been cut now. Family is an anachronism of the distant past. People who insist on living off the land are on the New American reservations- locked out of the system and locked away from the cities. Me, I am a New American Indian. A proud son of Geronimo. I don't have a lick of Indian blood in me, but I can see- and I can shout a war cry.
In the cities, they can't keep the anarchists down, but revolutionaries are gone now. Cynicism destroyed all the revolutions except the one that wants to tear everything down. You would think that the powers that be would have learned from the terrorists of the twentieth century. Terrorism was born and thrived on large populations of young men with no hope. Even as the oil flowed through the middle east the mullahs and the sheiks did their dirty deals with the international bankers and the common people got nothing but more sand in their mouths. When a man has nothing to lose and no way to gain he will pick up a gun or a hatchet or a pipebomb or whatever. Suicide is a relief. I'll take a chance for those virgins of Allh cause there ain't nothin waitin for me in this desert. The Great Satan (America) was really no more to blame than the sheiks and mullahs- but it played well to the uneducated sons of oppression. They took the Great Satan down a peg or two here and their, but just as their own leaders had been betraying them all along, the leaders of the American Dream had been selling out the sons of freedom, forcing more and more people down the ladder into the desperate churning mass of the working poor. The land of the free and the home of the brave became a land of indentured slaves and timid masses. The liars and turncoats in Congress took down all the laws that protected American workers from predatory business practices and the crash of 2019 was the death rattle of the whole rotten system. The money inflated and changed. The tax rebellions were suppressed. The government failed and the corporations took over. A clever plan well executed over several decades co-opted the rule of law as lady justice took off her blinders and sold the balance to the highest bidders.
That's why I am where I am today, in a high security prison outside of Billings Montana. But Hey, don't cry for me, I am a free man in my heart, because like I said, I can see. I can feel. I can speak my mind with no fear and they can kill me if they want. Better dead by an assassin's bullet or a firing squad than a member of Zombie America. So long American Dream, Welcome y'all- to the New American Nightmare.
A letter from a political prisoner in 2032
I am a nobody. But I can see. The somebodies- they want all us nobodies to see what they tell us to see. I hope a few of us can see that, but, Hey, they have all the power now. The big speakers. The big amplifiers. The knobs and the buttons and the gears. What do we have? Not much I guess. And you know what? If we did have something- who would operate it. Remember communism? Who could be trusted. This cynicism is so corrosive to all the connections of grace and fidelity, there is no honor left. What we have now is fatalism masked over by the face paint of commercials promising "just another day in paradise". Movies and TV shows feed the narcissism that is eating out our intestines.
Yes, I am saying the zombies are us. The scientists are them. The survivors are caught in between the two- people who are just food for the turned ones and more bodies to burn. The scientists know what they did, but they are just glad to be alive and deep underground with their employers. All along, they spread the lie that there was not enough to go around. Anyone who looked up from the feeding frenzy saw that it was the inordinate share being taken at the top that was eating the system from within. The Soviet Union collapsed because corruption ate the pillars away. They could not sustain the illusions anymore. The people saw the truth as they waited for hours standing in lines for toilet paper. We still have our illusions.
They didn't have the movies we have. They didn't have the TV shows. They just had the lines and the oppression and the awareness that the West was eating and driving shiny cars and celebrating life. The celebration didn't last though. Corruption was eating away the pillars in the West even before the Soviet Union fell. The United States was betrayed from within by the lackeys of international bankers. Pushing the buttons, pulling the levers, turning the knobs for their own benefit. They were the greatest addicts of all.
Consuming whole industries in their greed. Watching from behind the curtain as whole societies crumbled into chaos. They could have stopped it- but why? They started it. They had always been there, the sons of their fathers, waiting for the watchmen to fail. For justice to come up for sale once again. They had no affiliation with anything but more for themselves. They only worked together in a sort of wary predatory alliance, like wolves. If one of them stumbled they would be quickly devoured by the same men that had howled at the moon with them the night before.
Every four years they put up a couple new puppets. The people ranted and raved and had their "choice". A few new salesmen and technocrats were voted into Congress or appointed to the bench with the say sos of the so and sos. A new "reformer" to lead "the same as it ever was" until it became a little worse than it was before. All the while behind the scenes the good ol' boys gutted the beast and hung it on their spit. The dreams of generations of workers earned with blood, sweat and tears -lost in a few years of sleeping at the wheel.
Democracy is one thing. Capitalism is another. They are not one and the same. Capitalists manipulate money at the market level and only know the Darwinian way. Survival of the fittest, that's a joke. Dominion of the masses by the strongest is what they are after. The evolution of a whole new super race of hidden power brokers, that's their ticket. When jobs were being sent to third world nations the prices did not drop- they went up. The difference between what a citizen in a democracy makes working under the protection of law, and what a slave laborer earns in a nation where you do what you are told or die- well, that's a lot of money in the pockets of the few at the top.
Free enterprise, well, that's a joke too. When a half a dozen related conglomerates control all the commodities, communication and commerce there is no competition. A complex oligarchy screaming "free enterprise" through a megaphone at a huge mass of disenfranchised workers and tradesmen and proprietors and farmers- even as they wring the last few drops of life out of the fabric of the American working class. Propaganda is all that was. So, after all the factories shut down, after all the steel went overseas, after all the gold went out of Fort Knox and into the pockets of the money changers, after all the respectable jobs were gone and the middle class was dealt with- that's when they really took over.
A generation of children raised on Ridilin became a generation of young adults on Thorazine and Librium and Oxycontin and Zombie Nation was born. The horror movies of the late nineteen hundreds are becoming a reality in the twenty first century. All the ties that bind have been cut now. Family is an anachronism of the distant past. People who insist on living off the land are on the New American reservations- locked out of the system and locked away from the cities. Me, I am a New American Indian. A proud son of Geronimo. I don't have a lick of Indian blood in me, but I can see- and I can shout a war cry.
In the cities, they can't keep the anarchists down, but the revolutionaries are all gone now. Cynicism destroyed all the revolutions except the one that wants to tear everything down. You would think that the powers that be would have learned from the terrorists of the twentieth century. Terrorism was born and thrives in large populations of young men with no hope. Even as the oil flowed through the middle east the mullahs and the sheiks did their dirty deals with the international bankers and the common people got nothing but more sand in their mouths. When a man has nothing to lose and no way to gain he will pick up a gun or a hatchet or a pipebomb or whatever. Suicide is a relief. I'll take a chance for the glory of Allah because there ain't nothin waitin for me in this desert.
America was really no more to blame than the sheiks and mullahs- but it played well to the uneducated sons of oppression. They took the Great Satan down a peg or two here and there, but their own leaders had been betraying them all along. Likewise, the leaders of the American Dream had been selling out the sons of freedom, forcing more and more people down the ladder into the desperate churning mass of the working poor. The land of the free and the home of the brave has become a land of indentured slaves and timid masses. The liars and turncoats in Congress eradicated all the laws that protected American workers from predatory business practices and the crash of 2019 was the death rattle of the whole rotten system. The money inflated and changed. The tax rebellions were suppressed. The government failed and the corporations took over. A clever plan well executed over several decades, co-opting the rule of law. Lady justice took off her blinders and sold the balance to the highest bidders.
That's why I am where I am today, in a high security prison outside of Billings, Montana. But Hey, don't cry for me, I am a free man in my heart, because like I said, I can see. I can feel. I can speak my mind with no fear and they can kill me if they want. Better dead by an assassin's bullet or a firing squad than a member of Zombie America. So long American Dream. Welcome y'all- to the New American Nightmare.
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An excellent piece, and nobody needs to wait til 2032 for THIS to come to fruition. Such are the characteristics of the pyramid scheme called capitalism... a giant tumor that gets applauded for its "growth", and heavily fertilized (and propped-up) to cause more growth. Not too bright to grow cancer, eh? See the Colombia Freemason pyramid scheme symbol on the back of the USA dollar... for more embarrassment. See the USA Gov being located in a 'district of colombia' for even more embarrassment. See Google IMAGE SEARCH for 'pyramid of capitalist' for even MORE embarrassment. Ain't rat-racing FUN?! Truth is, there is/was no such thing as "taxpayer dollars" or "your hard-earned money". All money belongs to the "fed" and no (en)titles of ownership can be had... for money. Amway (American Way) survival coupons (money) is a giant joke/con. Purina luxury-junkie chow. Yum! The herd woofs it right up, and asks few questions about its substance. Take care. Again, nice writes.
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