Toward De-Ratchedizing the World:
@ Martin Reed Posted Friday 30th January 2009 16:52 GMT
> Nurse, the screens and the really big needle!
[Emerging from the nearby Trauma-Sensitive Transmat pod, cleverly disguised as an ordinary tho' somewhat large pot of petunias]
In order to do psychiatric and psychopharmaceutical violence to this whole-hearted one for exactly what reason? And on the authority of WHOM, pray tell? It'd mebbe make for a right funny 'toon but for the MKUltra/BlueBird overtones, really.
My point: I, for one, am already pre-Ratchedized. No victim here; merely one hard-hammered survivor of an awful lot of that manner of hammering, and in no mood to lay John 8:32 low at all, ever.
amanfromMars is spot on, Mate.
Fact: As of late 2008 on through to the present day I finally get to wrap up a hard-hit thirty-odd year stint spent flapping my gums in the face of any and all who might conceivably hear out even a bare concept re the fundamental perversity of the reagaN/thatcheR/friedmaN false-framed model of all manner of lassez-faire "Deregulated Free Market" economic and business sense and practice in this world, "Pay for Play" Factor and all. As the world grew increasingly flawless (for the lawless), I just kept on describing the ongoing Phorbidden Phenomenon with creative phrasing and constructs well-adapted to succinctly and transparently delineating the Ancient Abomination that now threatens to swallow us all (me too) whole.
Not entirely unlike our amanfromMars.
My temporal reward, until most recently, fell spot-on along similar lines to what you and Dirty Nurse Ratched apparently still have in mind for our honored interplanetary guest and evident benefactor. (shame.) But really, that whole range and entire manner of pharma/psyop nutjobbing + tinfoiling of our most precious national resource of all (the honest, self-actualized, liberated and accurately perceptive human mind; it is irreplaceable) is just soooo Nineties!
Now kindly do open the ears; put one to the ground and listen closely. The dull backdrop of rhythmic thudding sounds you hear are not yet Tribal Indigenous Worldwide War Drums. Today they are mostly due to the natural life-cycle of multitiered Ponzi-Go-Round National Financial Structures. They are today (oh but only just a mere few so far, today, yes, and the point is...?) collapsing pancake-style and heading straight down at near-freefall speeds toward the basement.
More sadly, as some few already have discovered, that hollowed-out Global Economic System's basement is deeply flooded 'cause even cheap China-made pumps of such mammoth capacity range cost good money. Money, my friend, that "THEY" swore up and down that "THEY" (whozat'they'uvyours?", some fool butts in; duly ignored) ) swore up and down ALL OVER the Telly-Vision every day that THEY "NEEDED" (like a strung-out heroin addict swears; same tone and phrasing; match 'em up!) so as to "INVESTmoreINVESTmoreINVESTmore!").
Ergo, in due course and season, Iceland. Now, THERE we had WAR DRUMS.
The screams? Oh those. Apart from all us Normal People with normal sound minds (though by State fiat duly sore injured) who have been by now robbed, burned and crushed (or are in the process of being so slaughtered, as taxpayers always are by the classic model), it's the greedy corpy Scheissters and their ermine-flaunting Enabler-Class "Gatekeeper"(FNORD! They BURNED the PLANKS and SOLD the very HINGES!) scum,
Yup. It's nothng but Bushwack-y Ponzi Operators Gone Bust. And dragging you and myself and even amanfromMars down down down along with their own criminally impunitive <I>tuchus</i>.
"Oh, but a mere additional 187 tra-la-dillion fresh-minted quatloos from YOUR MINT will surely probably stop all the unpleasantlness... WE shall platform-ize and hypothecate YOUR MONEY (erm, our Wealth Creation, that is) yet again and you too shall have a bit o' dosh from our lily-white (under the muck) hands next, this time for certain, yessss... Oh that "Productivity" matter and "Intrinsic Value" thingie, yassss...
You can certainly just harness your dogs and pigs (oh I meant workers and the police who supervise that abject horde, excuse me) on the cheap now, thanks to Creative Finance and New Instant Bits-on-a-Disk, to grub up a Fresh New Batch of Truffles from amid Mother Earth's living bowels; all the better with which to replace your Normal Bizness Costs after I who am Bankster "Big Boy" Bagman nip safely away, back to Davos... Now pay up."
Not mumbling: "BIG BOY DID IT." Oh Mister Tracy! Paging Officer Tracy!
Hang the whole usurious derivatives-drunken lot. With 'em, all the sold-out PhD+MD Freudian shrink-o-mat hoodwinksters who indeed gladly took normal sensible folks' money to force the Big Lie down every perceptive situational-dystonic throat. See the classic BBC documentary "Century of the Self" for details in depth. Also "The Power of Nightmares" from the same source.
Google and be amazed.
I, for one, heartily WELCOME all our Martian friends as well as all other off-worldly Benevolent NonViolent OverLords to this earth AND to my immediate vicinity. Best company of all, one finds. Beats ones' ever submitting to the tender graces and mercies of our incipient homegrown Reptilian Horde and all who share the Oleander Jungle with 'em, hands down, all day long.