Tentaculled - Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride
In the end, you will be made to LOVE the ROCKET!
And all generations en route hence: Blast off! Where to? Too late! You broke it means you bought it! There is no fixing it now.
Likely an unpopular opinion, at least among Americans: America is a bad place that creates a lot of bad people. True, they’re as innocent as everyone else - generally as inept, clueless, maybe even comically oblivious to a fault, as is reflected in the reality of the American Sitcom (cue the creepy laughter). That’s not to say Americans are bad because they’re treated inhumanely, otherwise it’s long been known the world over that the general Christian world has been treating itself and each other inhumanely since its cult of insanity first coalesced in a Roman basement of sub-culture, all of which makes for generations more of chatter and redundant data, but necessary in new interpretations thereof. What then makes the vast land of America such a small place habitable to what small remnants are left of Europe’s exploded, dreamy nocturnal emissions? The inhumanity is intentional. Simply put, Americans are created to be so cretinous to begin with, to which, endless apologies, explanations, and mental health theories are pondered and proffered in public view, which betrays the terminal and fatal Will to Power blindly, and Christian-like at work in such a monstrosity—eternally victorious. Achilles with indigestion, Ajax with Ulcers.
By means all-seeing, and forever far-reaching, the battle is waged where being is physiologically blasted and scarred, shaped and misshapen as prime targets in the endless Blitzkrieg of advertising. There’s nowhere to run or hide when you blow them off at the ankles! Pow—take that consumer! Blooey! There goes social relations! Zang! There goes countless beings’ futures! Kapow! All our highest arts, expressions, and sacred traditions are reduced to banality and triviality. What’s left is advertising, programming, to turn what was formerly the grand destiny and aim of being, the human being, into a chittering robot. Well functioning or not, they are easily monetizable where the paradigm of efficiency catastrophically collides with desperation, need, fear, anxiety—a senseless repetition of an imitation of some processes gone long out of control, namely, the attempt to clone original ideas, peoples, and even manifest destiny itself. Check user manual. Well, they predicted this—but nobody could or will give coherent instructions on how to handle and maintain “the end,” or death, which is supposedly not the aim when the entire endeavor is a fierce sublimation “against death,” though keeping things well-lubricated has become the bare minimum maintenance of a zombie civilization in skeleton-crew mode—the advertising left on full blast. The house is empty, but the TV is on.
After such an apocalyptic war, most Americans are barely scraping and sparking by, but a lot of them are assorted creeps, nutjobs, and psychopaths who couldn’t and wouldn’t be sane members of any society at any time in place - and the All-American Eichmann, along with the general American shit-stick, and the All-American hack, blend right in at all levels of "society,” which in America, is not one thing or entity, and is certainly not the all-important-idol-image as America projects itself to be, rather, is a rich and varied tapestry of different yet real peoples with real relation and love in the world around them, and this varies city to city, state to state, and coast to coast. Americans aren’t a monolith, but in total, the America, the American Media, and America as such, are a world parasite, or perhaps a colony of stinging, carcinogenic cells, not that they don’t know it: one that promotes and creates totalizing, perverse enslavement of the mind, body, heart and mind - which is to say, control of the past, present, and future. Victory forever—nothing beyond reach. Rocket Daddy has one big red final solution that was implemented long ago: humans ceased being the reasons of things, and disappeared in the squid-like grasp of electronic coils that now run everywhere, run everything.
It’s incidental, though the iconography of such idolatry is not. It is instead well designed. Don’t read too far into any of that - politics a mere distraction for cattle, what I mean is, when the ratio of State and Corporate spending on advertising is double to one on education, by rates of millions, reaching an apex of nearly 500 billion vs 250 billion in 2024, it’s clear what the real programming is: advertising - to tell people the info, the value, the short-and-dumb meaning to everything, namely, money. Stay tuned for more tenacles! You’ve seen it all before, and despite how boorish Americans and their politics are, they in fact can’t change, for that would be unAmerican (TM).
And just when you think you’re not on board, recognize that big red, blue and white rocket already blasted off, and this spaceship only goes in one direction. There was no manual, not that the pilots ever needed to learn how to land the thing. How many, and whom, will make it to the future then? Not caring, nihilistically, or otherwise, is a luxury tax that comes due, not moral or accountable, but economic and real, like war and its permanent damage, also real. It doesn’t matter, what matters is that nobody will remain untouched, unphased, or unmollested. Human brains will be scrambled forever, of necessity. There’s no hiding it anymore anyway, and all the fascist or liberal mobs in the world won’t be able to save anyone, least of all themselves.
In the end, you will be made to love the rocket. Or else.