Originally Posted by
osan
I refer to them as "Themme". That keeps it human. The other terms you suggest convey subtle yet powerful mental deflections and even amplifications. One cannot bargain with a "thing", or expect either mercy from it or reason. Make a thing large enough and it is often automatically regarded as unalterable.
Mind is the root of most action. Train an elephant up to believe that a shoelace-thick piece of lousy cotton twine chains it to whatever it is tied, and it may as well be the anchor chain of a battleship, for the beast will not generate so much as the casually incidental energy required to break it by licking its lips.
Until proven otherwise, Theye are humans just as ourselves, born naked, covered in goo, and screaming. Theye are not super human, though they occupy positions of super-human material power, thanks to our failures as individuals to stand accountable for our own choices. A soldier armored for battle may be formidable, but may also be killed. More to the point, his armor does not absolve him of responsibility for the actions he chooses to take on or off the battlefield. Neither does it render him morally superior to the rest, all else equal.
One of the very grave mental habits into which people tend to fall is in allowing their use of labels such as "government", "TPTB", "the state", etc., to deflect from central perceptual presence the core awareness that those words represent not things in themselves. This in turn leads people to settle into a mental posture that affords them convenient nonsenses such as "you can't fight city hall". Further conveniently, or perhaps just ignorantly, people forget that such terms are only shorthand abstractions representing living, breathing men whose moral positions and authorities are no different from those of themselves. Those men are not superior to their fellows, save to the extent we have afforded them the leeway to act as if they were.
We complain about "it", rather than "them", failing to act based on such childish and transparently artless excuses such as "it" cannot be defeated, "it" must be obeyed, "you have to work within the system", and so forth. Then we generously absolve ourselves of our crimes of failing to act effectively against our most perilous enemies, citing those very lies that we may sleep at night, however fitfully.
Thank God for the grand litany of excuses of our dastardly refusals to assume the risks and responsibilities in defense of our freedom! It comes always so handily to the rescue of what would otherwise be our sorely and rightly shame-ridden consciences. It is a list of lies of the lowest filth and the lamest of pretexts for justifying inaction, particularly that which is materially unequivocal. We have allowed ourselves to be trained strongly away from rightful action in the face of outrageous trespass against ourselves and our brethren. Much as that elephant no longer even wants to escape the bondage of that pathetic filament by which the mahout ties him to a doddering twig, we have shown ourselves the fathomless contempt of having allowed ourselves to be habituated away from so much as wanting to break those mental bonds that shackle us to our obedience. It doesn't have to be perfect obedience, either, as makers of film would otherwise imply in their story telling. It need only be enough to allow Themme the virtual guarantee that they may continue to operate without effective opposition.
In my estimation, it is our casual misuse of verbal indirection ("TPTB", "it", "The Machine", "government", "the state" &c.) that sits at the heart of much of the mental afflictions that have lead us away from the our inborn love of freedom. Five minutes' observation of any two-year-old will demonstrate that love, and by ten we may see how it has been beaten out of them. The habit of referring to other humans, earned of no greater authority than you or myself, as "TPTB", "state", "government", and so forth carries with it a punch that quietly spreads widely and deeply into the human psyche. I offer the world as it stands before your own eyes as my proof.
Unto your nausea I reiterate my canard: WORDS MATTER. Not just which ones you choose, but how you put them together into the strings we call "sentences". Language is the single most subtly powerful force on this planet, bar none. A nuclear weapon pales in power next to that of language, for without the latter, the former would never have been possible.
All the more reason to remove Themme and their kin. At some point you will have nowhere else to go in the face of endless encroachment, for your territory is finite. Having been painted into a corner whose surface area is soon to be smaller than that minimum needed for you to physically survive, you will face a decision, the only choice left to you at that point being whether you will respond actively, or passively; but make no mistake on the point that you will choose. And when that choice is whether to attempt to continue living or merely to lay down and wait for oblivion, you will have arrived at the precise same place you are even as I type these words. The only difference is that your chances are better today than they will be tomorrow and worse than they were yesterday because with each tock of the second hand, Theye (human flesh!!) become stronger in relationship to yourself, and more dangerous.
But so long as we love our illusion of safety and security more than we do our innate individual freedom, we will remain as statues, standing quiescent in the raging tempest as it erodes our lives and our self-respect, piecemeal.
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