It is obvious that the world, in general, is an idiots delight of contrived mediocrity designed to keep morons occupied. Just look at the notorious conspiracy media... not that decoy "reputable" media. That's just a distraction. Window dressing to make things >look< good. I mean look at the stuff that people really read and really believe whether they admit it or not. Look at the tabloids, the true crime magazines, The TV murder shows, the two inch thick, metallic embossed covered, hack Scifi and romance novels, lame movie thrillers, manufactured music personalities. It's all bred in circuses with politicians as the clowns. Except the more fun you want to have the more you have to pay to play. Don't act like you haven't thought about how bad all that stuff sucks. You talk about it all the time. The question is: What are YOU going to do about it?! "They", the conspiracy, want you to buy all their crap. To work hard all day at a mindless slave task to make money to pay for more machines to play their indoctrination programs on. To fill your home with pseudo collectibles with a limited number collection edition of a godzillion. You know all that! We've told you and told you all that and if you don't believe it by now then there's no hope for you at all and you might as well climb back over the fence and roll in the mud with the rest of the slavish porkers. Right? And so you say to yourself, okay, I know what the conspiracy wants from me. I know how they work and what they do and I'm not buying it! By gads! I'm not gonna do what they tell me! I'm throwing away my TV! I'm smashing my porcelain thimble collection and tossing my frisbee and my cd's right off lover's leap and joining the radical anti-government party to learn how to make bombs! I'm shaving my head and burning my house down and the more they tell me NOT TO the more I'll laugh in their faces and echo the noble sentiments of the whoever it was that said "Free at last! Free at last! Thank blah blah Almighty I'm free at last! Right? RIGHT?! Sucker! You think THEY didn't plan for that? You think they'll be surprised, huddling around their long mahogany table, appalled that one tenth of one percent of the population has... "caught on"... and won't go up the slaughterhouse ramp like good little lambies? Well, hardy har har! They know they can't dupe everyone with the same birdbrain programming system. They know there are going to be a few who are just sharp enough to shake themselves awake and look around to see that the green pastures and still waters they were laying down by is actually a clanking conveyor belt carrying them relentlessly toward the whirling blades. THEY had that worked out a long time ago. They LOVE it when the ones who see the horror of the conspiracy system go public with their ghastly revelations. Or join radical anarchist communes or other otherwise render themselves entirely unbelievable. Who do you think invented hippies; punk rock; anarchism; youth gangs; graffiti art; rock & roll; hallucinogenic drugs; the new age movement; Christianity; cult films; alternative what have you?? Sure, it WAS some lone radical, disillusioned soul. At first. For about 6 months. But by the time WE heard about it... it was already a prepackaged official conspiracy product. Oh! But DJT is different, right? He's neither a conspiracy mediocritant brain washing program nor a dead end escapee trap. Trump isn't JUST a cheap product. Trump isn't JUST a mind numbing neuronic whip. Or a gayly painted prison cell of one sort of another used to confine drooling vidiots.... or a raving reactionary. Right? Right? RIGHT?! Wrong again! Look, why don't you just give up trying to think at all little miss and mister Einstein junior and pay attention! The Con has got ALL the bases covered. It owns the ball AND the ball park. Everything you can or will think or decide... it is already been classified by numerical designation on big spinning spools of half inch magnetic tape. You sitting here reading this right now, thinking what you're thinking, wearing those clothes in that environment, tasting that particular taste in your mouth and hearing that particular tinny whine in your ear (that one you don't always notice but which is always there). THEY got a number for it. Believe me, they got it ALL figured, dissected, classified and stuck in little boxes. So what do I do, you may ask. You can't win. You can't outsmart them. You can't think or do anything that THEY haven't already decided you'll probably think or do. You can't find a chink in their armor. Not even Trump... because he is just another part of it all. So it's time to pack it in. Just give it up and shoot yourself in the head like you've been threatening to do just to get attention and sympathy. But this time you really will do it. And that too is just what they want you to do. There really is no way out. All that "smash the conspiracy" stuff is fun and amusing but putting your head under the machine's enormous clattering treads isn't going to slow it down even one tiny bit. It's utterly, utterly hopeless! Just stop fighting it. Give up. You're only making things harder for everyone else. All that kicking and screaming is only disturbing the peaceful slumbers of the rest of us. Now... I'm not saying you should simply get in line and walk under the hammer. But if you can't do anything else then you might as well try to see something positive about it. Sure, the conspiracy program is cruel and demeaning. And the cage is cramped and ugly and smells bad. But you can't get out. And if you did get out you'd just want right back in again. Because the thing that is making the situation intolerable isn't in the situation itself. It's in YOUR head. The scariest part of the conspiracy's lulling lies is that they're all TRUE! Not the ones about the products and how bad you need them. I mean the ones about how: "life can be beautiful"; "it's easier to go with the flow"; "things are better than they've ever been!" They know how true those are. So they do anything they can to make those true truths look stupid and childish. They make "Don't worry, be happy" into an insulting song, ugly t-shirts, plastic hats, moronic coffee mugs, so that when somebody says it to you it makes you want to smash them in the face. But you can't. So you go buy a $3 shot of bar gin instead... and worry miserably. They make you want to KILL "have a nice day" and then sell you the t-shirt with a shot and bleeding smiley face on it. They'll make you hate love and love hate. They'll mock sincerity and honesty and sneer at genuine emotion. Then they sell you a $200 leather jacket so you can prove YOU aren't a conspiracy zombie like all those poor schmucks who DON'T have skulls on their t-shirts. Or if you can't identify with either extreme of the haircut spectrum... if they can't get you any other way... if you're just a little too smart to be dumb and a little too dumb to be smart and you're just about to fall through the cracks... along comes a Trump! And then you read all about those rally weirdos. And even if they do wear identical hats and spout mottos... they are intentionally self mocking identical hats and they are spouting off irrelevant, confusing and meaningless mottos. MAGA! "At last!" you can think to yourself, or tell your uncomprehending friend, "at last, there's a tiny spot in this big cold world where I can feel at home! At last, I've found a philosophy that agrees... to a certain degree... with the one I never really knew I had! At last, I can just be honest with myself and be who I really am publicly and unafraid!" So you send lots of money to Trump. And you buy t-shirts and buttons and hats and put on a "Stop The Steal" protest and go to all the rallies and get a boyfriend or girlfriend. At last! You are having the time of your life! And you'll never even feel it... when the hammer finally does come down on YOUR head.

Way to go!