Manufactured Conflict

I spent my lunch hour over at Revolution Harry's place where I watched, with increasing fascination, a series of videos from the brilliant mind of Alan Watt.

Alan takes us through the manipulation of the masses and his story starts back when God was in short pants. The Manipulators just got ever more sophisticated as technology evolved. You may want to spend some time learning how to become unmanipulated. Or not. Stay glued to the tellybox and stay fucked. The choice is yours.

During his third video (of four) my mind wandered a little. Not because Alan had lost me, but something he said sparked a train of thought that I reckon needed to be aired. As ever, tell me what you think when I have finished.

Even a cursory glance around your own community, big or small, reveals those little conflicts that someone, somewhere, is maintaining. They feed them, but it seems to be done in a way that makes the conflictors think that they are in control. Bias, bigotry and often outright hatred are covertly encouraged. We surely all know by now that the mother of bias, bigotry and hatred is ignorance.

I was thinking about a few groups that are (for no good reason) encouraged to cause friction between each other. Muslims against Christians, Jews against Muslims, white against black, white against Pakistani, Indian against Bangladeshi, religious against atheists, abortionists against pro-lifers, rich against poor, northerners against southerners, Scots against the English, the English against the Irish, Catholic against protestant, and so on, and so on and so on, ad infinitum.

The reason? Well, if you watch Alan's videos, the answer becomes obvious. They, TPTB, absolutely do not want us to gather, as humans, to talk about what really pisses everyone off, which is them, TPTB. So the divisions must, at all costs, be maintained. When we had 58,000 pubs, and all were welcome, we would gather there, and in the days before the 90 inch videotrons appeared on the wall of our local pubs, we would actually talk to each other. The Man United fans would happily pass the time with Man City fans and find common ground, which was usually their collective disgust of the government and all of its machinations. Yes, younglings, at one time these topics were once freely discussed. Smokers would talk with non-smokers, drinkers would talk with other drinkers or the non-drinkers. In just four short years 7,350 meeting places have closed down. That's just the pubs. Every month, at least 3 bingo halls go out of business, and at least 30 restaurants close down. In Ireland, seven years after their smoker ban kicked in, just over one pub per day closes its doors for ever. In Scotland, the figure is the same. In England and Wales the number shoots up to six closures per day. Blame the recession if you must, but in previous downturns, closure numbers like the ones we witness today were unheard of.

We are now so terrified of breaking some politically correct protocol that we won't even wink at a smiling child in the supermarket lest the multitude of cameras "catch" us and we find ourselves trying to explain that we were being friendly and did not, as it happens, harbour any sexual or deviant thoughts about the smiling child. We daren't even say "Hi!" unless we have been CRB'd.

Divide, terrify, and conquer. Three words every government lives by. They no more want social cohesion than they want us to fill our cars up for 50 pence. If we truly were the communities that I remember from the sixties, we would have marched on Westminster and burnt that unlawful, illegal, immoral institution to the ground years ago.

We don't. We daren't. We are spineless. We are hypnotised. We are propagandised. We are brainwashed.

We are fearful. We are mistrustful. We doubt our own abilities. We doubt our own capabilities. We deny ourselves our god given sovereignty. We refute the almost unlimited power that we possess.

There is hope. But only if you turn off the telly. Only if you stop buying newspapers. Only if you stop listening to talk radio.

Most importantly, you need to unplug your iPod and start talking to the guy/gal next to you on the train or the bus or the plane. Go and say hi to your neighbours. Ask if there is anything you can do for them. Mend those fences, bury that hatchet and get used to being human again.

Undo decades of behavioural programming delivered directly to your eyeballs by a bunch of goons in parliament. The wiser amongst us now know that they are puppets. They are "front of house", and they are disposable. We need to get at, and disable, the producers, the directors, the script-writers and the special effects people.

We do that, to thundering, life-changing effect, when we ignore the garbage that our brains soak up. Turn off the tap. You don't need it, and it will infuriate them.

It starts with YOU. Export your thinking to your family, to your friends, to your neighbours, and just in case they haven't heard the news, strike up conversations with complete strangers too.

Their colour, their sexual orientation, their religion, and their politics matter not a jot. As long as they have a heart that beats, they are worth talking to.

Give it a go. It will not hurt. I promise you that.

CR.