The magnitude of our collective blindness is something to behold. As long as we have some money in our bank accounts, our iPhone, Facebook, and a few other shiny bells and whistles dangling from our lives, we deem things “manageable”.
That grants us the luxury of complaining: the violets rail against the yellows, the greens moan about the magentas, the right despises the left, the left sneers at the right, endlessly volleying grievances back and forth. Understanding? Empathy? Humility? No, not just yet.
As long as the bombs fall in another continent and the genocide is in some faraway country, we shrug without much discomfort. It can even be entertaining and add some fire to an otherwise emotionally bland life.
Dictatorships streamline things for those wielding real power—and, lest we kid ourselves, I don’t mean the dictator perched on the official pedestal.
What passes as democracy in two-party political systems are a tad messier, but perfectly manageable, largely due to the people’s gullibility, emotional lack of control and minimal intellectual activity requiring any attention span beyond recognizing that carrots are orange. The string and the stick? So peripherally irrelevant. The guy holding the stick? Invisible… inexistent.
I was told by a bird whose color will remain undisclosed, that each of those two major political parties serve the same entity. That is, the owners of the club called Earth—the ones who holds the stick. And we, the people, keep emotionally engaged into exalting one leader and bashing the other on the head, while the owners benefit from either.
No wonder cattle go to the slaughterhouse—that’s exactly where we deserve to go. A seemingly ironic demonstration of the near absolute power of the law of cause-and-effect.
In lieu of a slaughterhouse, a pleasant prison is good enough. Add some super smart technology to the mix and we’ll be so happy with the circus that we won’t even need bread anymore. Just a needle streaming juice from the data center in someone else’s back yard.