The Mind-Numbing Consequences Of Constant Fear

 

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CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT THEY’RE DOING TO YOU WITH FEAR? THE CONSTANT SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM IS OVERPOWERING.

There is a very clever writer named P.J. O’Rourke who once described the “savings and loan crisis” of the eighties this way:

They, that is the federal government’s Resolution Trust Corporation, say they “lost” this many billion dollars in a collapse of thrift institutions, or savings and loan industry outlets.

“LOST,” asked our man O’Rourke. Did they have any idea where? Checked under the couch? Behind the refrigerator?

The numbers are so vast, they’re mind-boggling. The average person has no idea how to comprehend the amounts of money, here. A billion is a thousand million; how’s that for starters?

At the time, O’Rourke was with “Rolling Stone” Magazine. Now, he’s editor and chief of an on-line publication called “American Consequences.” It’s a financial newsletter that prints things as provocative as his missive about President George Herbert Walker Bush’s savings and loan “crisis.”

O’Rourke’s punch line was this. That many billion dollars is enough to take a taxi from Times Square to the planet Uranus 187,000 times round trip and still have enough left over to leave the cabbie a 10 percent tip.

Is your head feeling like it’s as numb as can be, like you just pulled it out of a snow bank? It should be. That’s state of the art doom and gloom be-bop, served up rapid fire in the key of A-flat Major, double 4 cut time, al presto.

That’s what it’s all about.

Ritual trauma, its infliction on the public mind – or perhaps more appropriately, the oversoul alluded to by certain psychoanalysts and various other mental pathologists – is one of the great semantic innovations of the mass media.

Sigmund Freud’s nephew invented the practice of “public relations.”

It’s a government thing. After all, the G controls broadcasting, the multi-national, vertically integrated corporations that provide everything needed in publishing, from the forests where the paper begins its production process to the tread rubber on the tires of the trucks that haul the confetti to the U.S. Postal Service’s bulk mailing centers.

Nothing new about that. Take a look at the corporate career of Mr. B. Franklin, Printer, of Philadelphia. You’ll get the picture – pronto.

It’s a grinding, relentless and mind-numbing struggle for control of a person’s thought processes, an unswerving and plodding progression from one overwhelming crisis to the next.

Here’s the opening minutes of an audio presentation from Stansberry Research instructing one as to exactly what to do on the day the system fails, traffic comes to a standstill, the cell phones don’t work and all forms of communication are down for some unexplained reason transmitted by the government to every computer and phone terminal simultaneously from a number with a 202 area code.

This is the kind of good advice only the CIA insider can pass on to the unsuspecting business owner with wealth who is so desperately looking for a way to hang on, if only for awhile, to what he has scrimped, saved, fought, bled and struggled to obtain for – all – these – years!

Enjoy. It’s our legacy – or, at least, it sure seems to be.

 

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