Good day Mayberrians!
While researching some upcoming topics and content ideas for my MechaNation series this morning, I came across a rather startling political commentary film concerning the Police State directly tied into the US Master Contingency Plan.
With the aim of tying in some of the outlandish ideas into the opposing faction of government introduced in my soon-to-be-released title MechaNation: The New Frontier (Q1/2 2013), a new government is coming to power west of the Continental Divide named the Western Federal Alliance (WFA) following The Fall of 2047.
Now, let me preface this by noting that, prior to 17 minutes ago, I'd never heard of Alex Jones, but perhaps, I should begin to devote some reading time to his range of topics.
He has a series of films documenting the prospective collapse of order following a catastrophic incident not entirely unlike what transpires in the pages of my MechaNation novels; one such film can be viewed Here on YouTube. Due to my writing room's rather impeded internet speed this afternoon, I haven't finished the nearly 3 hour film, but thus far, I found plenty worth sharing.
See what y'all think and commence the comments!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Howdy neighbor
A quick backstory for the curious on this blog's depressingly necessary name:
Over this past weekend, the wife and I were day-tripping up north to introduce her side of the family tree to our first child, born last September; for most, this was the first time they would meet face to baby face.
Along the way, she and I took an introspective note of how many people were being complete idiots on the interstate (not that this is something new for Texans), but especially for a Saturday. My brain went into analytical mode over why people have become--or rather--are going out of their way to be, err... Assholes, for a lack of a better title.
The last several years (read: Decades), I've noticed a sharp decline--a devolution of the species in fact--where people are slowly reverting back to a more animalistic nature. This blog aims to explore why.
We've got some great theories cooked up, which I'll be posting here fairly regularly.
Today, we're going to focus on what I'm retitling the 'ME NOW Condition".
Certainly you, my fellow Mayberrians, have heard of the 'Me First' theory. I'm going a step beyond this mentality, where people have begun to insist that their needs are above all others, but more dishearteningly, they will risk it all to prove that point.
This could be something as trivial as cutting in line at the grocery store, to a full-on road rage battle royale that lasts for miles and miles.
We've all been subject to this scenario: It's early, 0-Dark hour, you're being an exceptional human being by driving to work, laboring your life away to pay bills, and then it happens. Joe Asshole rides up on your rear bumper and kicks off the ME NOW Condition with a round of bright-lighting. Well, gee, I forgot I was on your road. Exccccuse me! Oh, dang. I'm surrounded by lots of other people and I can't move over.
This just won't do for Joe Asshole. Bright-lighting ramps up to obscene tailgating, and then weaving back and forth like you're hampering Joe's 90 MPH pace he likes to maintain on his road.
Me being me, I usually roll off the gas to prove my point; there's plenty of lanes, go find another one. Joe eventually gets it and floors it, gives me the finger, then cuts me off and slams on the brakes. Yes, very productive Joe.
I could go on, but we all know the scoop. It's childish, redundant, and Joe is making damn sure that he's telling everyone he has an IQ just high enough to walk and talk, but not both at the same time.
Now for the science: Why is Joe doing this? Why has ME NOW completely taken over his logical and emotional control? The answer is, surprisingly, quite simple: Big Business.
Wha'?!
Yes Mayberrians, Big Business is creating more and more cut-throat, eye for an eye, you-versus-me Joe Assholes everyday.
Let me explain: It was, arguably, not long after the 1980s where the general idea of treating people like expendable assets became a central theme in the business world. Sure, that particular theme has been around awhile, but these days it is a pure Modus Operandi for any company with more than a few hundred workers. More work for less people, far less pay, and to hell with anyone not bearing the title of CEO. (Chief Egotistical Operator? Sounds apt to me!)
Quite simply, the value of an individual to Big Business leaves us at the mercy of the stock price. It's not new news, nor good news, but true all the same.
To save the few of you still reading this from a complete frontal lobotomy, I'm going to summarize where I'm leading you with this, and that is the Trickle Down Effect; that being the effect of a relatively simple memo from the CEO which spawns into layoffs, pay-cuts, and a general stomping on Joe American's way of life.
Yes, I've watered down a long and convoluted story, but that brings us to the whole point: Joe American has been shoved right up to the breaking point. He and everyone else is fed up with this endless existence as the stick to remove the poo from the CEO's shoe, and as anyone in said situation will attest, there's got to be a release.
The ME NOW condition isn't that release, of course. It's a cyclic effect that drives the aforementioned Trickle Down Effect. Joe American, who has been transformed into Joe Asshole, is spreading the misery.
Pressure builds on everyone is a different way. Some can take it and soldier on. Others digress into shit-flinging monkeys. Joe Asshole, logically, falls into the latter category.
But enough of all that. I've gone on for far too long; we all know the score. Big Business has created a retched beast and pitted us against each other, fighting over the same, meager bone by which we must both feed and defend ourselves with.
Now for the long awaited conclusion, the answer to which comes as a question: What can be done to release the building pressure (which has gone unquenched for far too long as is) to prevent the last cinder block from falling out of that old Mayberry wall of spirit? (Translated as: The country has gone down the proverbial toilet from what we remember as a hospitable, pleasant place to live, and it came as a consequence of this forced need to buy, consume, and a general feeling that we should be grateful for being afforded such malevolent treatment from the 1%).
Me being a logical realist, I see no pleasant outcome short of a second revolution. Whether that comes as intelligent legislation (oxymoron?) or the us-versus-them that it promises to be, I'd rather not make assumptions. I will admit, however, to making adequate arrangements to fend off the scourge who aims to be post-revolution Joe Asshole 2.0.
Call me Washingtonian, (George Washington, that is. I've got that Forefather thinking rooted deep in my Mayberrian mind), but having studied the human psyche at length, I'm not much of an optimist where such things are concerned.
Have you a better idea? Here's your chance to mark the record: Sound Off!
And as a little appetizer towards the next topic for consideration: "Where's your food come from?"
[As a final token of this enchanting read, I'm going to insert my shameless plug that I'm a hard-working SOB as a published author, who's delightful works of mischievous fiction appear on Amazon.com. Have a little peek here. Ignore that 'Infinite Dream' title at the top; its FREE at crimsonworx.com They are far more entertaining than this rambling shamble of words, and if you don't agree, I'll fully explain how to get a refund :-) ]
Over this past weekend, the wife and I were day-tripping up north to introduce her side of the family tree to our first child, born last September; for most, this was the first time they would meet face to baby face.
Along the way, she and I took an introspective note of how many people were being complete idiots on the interstate (not that this is something new for Texans), but especially for a Saturday. My brain went into analytical mode over why people have become--or rather--are going out of their way to be, err... Assholes, for a lack of a better title.
The last several years (read: Decades), I've noticed a sharp decline--a devolution of the species in fact--where people are slowly reverting back to a more animalistic nature. This blog aims to explore why.
We've got some great theories cooked up, which I'll be posting here fairly regularly.
Today, we're going to focus on what I'm retitling the 'ME NOW Condition".
Certainly you, my fellow Mayberrians, have heard of the 'Me First' theory. I'm going a step beyond this mentality, where people have begun to insist that their needs are above all others, but more dishearteningly, they will risk it all to prove that point.
This could be something as trivial as cutting in line at the grocery store, to a full-on road rage battle royale that lasts for miles and miles.
We've all been subject to this scenario: It's early, 0-Dark hour, you're being an exceptional human being by driving to work, laboring your life away to pay bills, and then it happens. Joe Asshole rides up on your rear bumper and kicks off the ME NOW Condition with a round of bright-lighting. Well, gee, I forgot I was on your road. Exccccuse me! Oh, dang. I'm surrounded by lots of other people and I can't move over.
This just won't do for Joe Asshole. Bright-lighting ramps up to obscene tailgating, and then weaving back and forth like you're hampering Joe's 90 MPH pace he likes to maintain on his road.
Me being me, I usually roll off the gas to prove my point; there's plenty of lanes, go find another one. Joe eventually gets it and floors it, gives me the finger, then cuts me off and slams on the brakes. Yes, very productive Joe.
I could go on, but we all know the scoop. It's childish, redundant, and Joe is making damn sure that he's telling everyone he has an IQ just high enough to walk and talk, but not both at the same time.
Now for the science: Why is Joe doing this? Why has ME NOW completely taken over his logical and emotional control? The answer is, surprisingly, quite simple: Big Business.
Wha'?!
Yes Mayberrians, Big Business is creating more and more cut-throat, eye for an eye, you-versus-me Joe Assholes everyday.
Let me explain: It was, arguably, not long after the 1980s where the general idea of treating people like expendable assets became a central theme in the business world. Sure, that particular theme has been around awhile, but these days it is a pure Modus Operandi for any company with more than a few hundred workers. More work for less people, far less pay, and to hell with anyone not bearing the title of CEO. (Chief Egotistical Operator? Sounds apt to me!)
Quite simply, the value of an individual to Big Business leaves us at the mercy of the stock price. It's not new news, nor good news, but true all the same.
To save the few of you still reading this from a complete frontal lobotomy, I'm going to summarize where I'm leading you with this, and that is the Trickle Down Effect; that being the effect of a relatively simple memo from the CEO which spawns into layoffs, pay-cuts, and a general stomping on Joe American's way of life.
Yes, I've watered down a long and convoluted story, but that brings us to the whole point: Joe American has been shoved right up to the breaking point. He and everyone else is fed up with this endless existence as the stick to remove the poo from the CEO's shoe, and as anyone in said situation will attest, there's got to be a release.
The ME NOW condition isn't that release, of course. It's a cyclic effect that drives the aforementioned Trickle Down Effect. Joe American, who has been transformed into Joe Asshole, is spreading the misery.
Pressure builds on everyone is a different way. Some can take it and soldier on. Others digress into shit-flinging monkeys. Joe Asshole, logically, falls into the latter category.
But enough of all that. I've gone on for far too long; we all know the score. Big Business has created a retched beast and pitted us against each other, fighting over the same, meager bone by which we must both feed and defend ourselves with.
Now for the long awaited conclusion, the answer to which comes as a question: What can be done to release the building pressure (which has gone unquenched for far too long as is) to prevent the last cinder block from falling out of that old Mayberry wall of spirit? (Translated as: The country has gone down the proverbial toilet from what we remember as a hospitable, pleasant place to live, and it came as a consequence of this forced need to buy, consume, and a general feeling that we should be grateful for being afforded such malevolent treatment from the 1%).
Me being a logical realist, I see no pleasant outcome short of a second revolution. Whether that comes as intelligent legislation (oxymoron?) or the us-versus-them that it promises to be, I'd rather not make assumptions. I will admit, however, to making adequate arrangements to fend off the scourge who aims to be post-revolution Joe Asshole 2.0.
Call me Washingtonian, (George Washington, that is. I've got that Forefather thinking rooted deep in my Mayberrian mind), but having studied the human psyche at length, I'm not much of an optimist where such things are concerned.
Have you a better idea? Here's your chance to mark the record: Sound Off!
And as a little appetizer towards the next topic for consideration: "Where's your food come from?"
[As a final token of this enchanting read, I'm going to insert my shameless plug that I'm a hard-working SOB as a published author, who's delightful works of mischievous fiction appear on Amazon.com. Have a little peek here. Ignore that 'Infinite Dream' title at the top; its FREE at crimsonworx.com They are far more entertaining than this rambling shamble of words, and if you don't agree, I'll fully explain how to get a refund :-) ]
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