Nineteen Eighty Four - a boot stamping on a human face forever
Channel: Plasticlaxon
Date: 2024-02-07

If you want a vision of The Present... Recognize the Death Machine

The mind fu@k begins with our immediately forgetting that Nuremberg Principle IV established once and for all that evil deeds cannot be justified by "I was just following orders." Yet that is precisely what every fu@king employee of any corporation, institution or anything else does constantly! The refusal to use our individual judgement to override the boilerplate rules in order to achieve some overriding good outcome, like preserving human dignity, is ubiquitous and as criminal as the Nazi/Japanese concentration camp guards.

Just getting the staff of the agencies supposedly instituted to aid people, such as medical receptionists, paramedics, nurses, doctors, police, shelter staff, welfare case workers, etc., to admit that while they must enforce a policy to keep their job, they may completely disagree with it and wish it wasn't so, is a painful process. Most still defend the rules on the ostensible reasoning offered by the bosses and get behind these reasons personally like their own progenitors were handed it by deity, even though that reasoning is totally unconvincing. It's disgusting.

What few also realize, especially the idiots that think that becoming king of the castle will bring some great reward, is that yes, even the privileged are fu@ked. There is nothing in store for the warlord, the Wall Street mogul, the winner of the gladiator playoffs. There isn't even the slightest incentive for coming out on top of this brutal competition. It's lose-lose-lose fu@kers!

The entire system is a death machine. Running at full speed with no brakes and leaving no fuel for plan B. It's goal is to cause more decay, wear and tear, friction, waste, entropy and ultimately to usher in the heat death of the universe faster and faster instead of encouraging the creative forces that gave us structure and life in the first place. It is the quest for rapid, utter non-existence!

  Never back down, never waver, never stop,
  never repent, or falter, never correct, or vacillate,
  don't doubt yourself for a second,
  don't take flight, only fight,
  and double down, triple down, fully commit,
  hold back no reserves, prepare no contingencies,
  pass the point of no return with no holds barred
  and always, always run rich
  and fire up the nitros, the afterburners,
  the turbo and of course, the profligate supercharger.
  
  Annihilate all obstacles and obliterate all animus.
  
  Not spasmodically, but rather, despotically
  raze and plunder and pillage and burn
  every sneering village, and deepen the stirring
  and hasten the churn of the urn of the ashes
  of all that we've learned, and mix it with
  hydrogenated palm kernel oil, and paste it
  all over the wounds and the boils,
  of the leprous minds and the lecherous kinds
  of low-hanging-fruit-eating mental decoys.
  Get out past the buoys and the bayous
  and byways and highway striations,
  while blithering, blathering people decry you.

  Because that's what the death machine does.
  The enemy is this dedicated. This unstoppable force.

  Rally and rail and ratify and definitely send 'er.
  Never compromise or capitulate and never surrender.
  Do first and apologize some time in November.
  I'm sure they will understand or not even remember!
  Just make sure you never play that card: the game-ender.

And zero dissent from that goal will be tolerated. Not one question, criticism or even joke. No sarcasm or hesitation, not for one second before it will be stamped out with an overwhelming response. Overkill. And this will be accounted as zeal and righteousness by all!

Orwell adds finally:
  “There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always— do not forget this, Winston— always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face— forever. ”