Okay, yes, this title is what one could call click bait-y and maybe overly dramatic, but it is my wish for it to be perceived as funny or clever by the time a reader finishes perusing these [longer than my average] entries. (If you/they choose to do so; I received a comment some years back from someone who called a post of mine a “disappointing read” which sent me into a laughing fit. One can stop reading at any time. I am not out to force anyone to do so, nor am I charging or receiving payment for putting a few words into cyberspace. I barely promote my own writing after I post it and share to Twitter, but anyway.) I find the title funny at least, but drawing in prospective readers using something so saucy when the body turns out to be assuredly a little less titillating is in part what I’m driving at to expand upon the continued onslaught of attention grabbing done by the rulers while selling us something completely different, deformed, or degraded than what appears to be promised or guaranteed.

It’s obvious a version of this was used to sell C19: a raging invisible enemy inflicting grave harm we can’t perceive by any of our own senses, not even sickness from this standalone, simultaneously living and dead organism, the thing it’s precisely sold as causing. However it has shifted into a different phase, in large part because we’ve been so locked in to screens. Project Musk who has activated the X mirage-project promised to provide a wide range of “services” no one asked for and, if we can help it, no one needs either is one such shit sandwich of falsehoods. Maybe it’s more of an air sandwich presently with regard to what Project Musk is proposing with “revenue sharing” by uploading your identifying information, only to receive a pittance that will allow you to slap together two slices of Wonder Bread and gulp some air down as you consume it. It’s shit at the end of the day regardless.

I find this phenomenon in the mundane I still have the “freedom” to move about in. For example, a self-identified “boutique” regional pet store chain has seemingly been acquired by a larger pet supply chain of what looks to be of the Petco, etc, variety – something more relatable to “the times” I guess. But I have never heard of this larger distributor, so it appears to be more of a rebrand. Did it exist prior? I don’t know and really don’t care since the current slogan is “new name, same great selection” while the selection has obviously narrowed. I will just stop patronizing them as their boutique-ness before was also misleading and the “progressive” snobbery it’s situated in is just maddening as hell. There was a wider selection of products, but they mainly carried the same stuff the big box stores do at a slight markup that item by item adds up to a lot more per trip. Boutique, okay. It’s all a lie, a gambit to get one to hang on to the brand that’s now “less, but better”.

Smart marketing, at least, in our up is down, left is right, black is white world. The broader “less, but better” program has accelerated in 2023 in a desperate bid to sell “climate change”. It’s real guys, as real as the pandemic “we’re still in”. And “inflation” is over here or there in the supermarket, doing something as a symptom unto itself but also causing the “cost of living crisis” that popped up on the scene in the last couple of years. But that’s the way things are; just forget about it as you dive into “content”.

Several people I respect and learn from call this increasingly deranged Kontent spiritual warfare. I don’t necessarily have a beef with referring to it that way, but I’m not entirely sure what they mean by it, and that’s not to be flippant or dismissive of the idea. What is commonly known as spirit is being, and it’s not about yearning for a being you can’t visualize but must strive after as all the evangelists tell us we must to inhabit Being. If you are crushed materially or economically repressed and then prohibited from movement to improve the situation, this decimates your ability to produce, consume, buy, sell, or trade – what drives us as humans organized under the current state of things to attain security, stability, joy, and material comfort in our environment and with others. To blur and disappear this horizon, and not just in a figurative sense these days, destroys the spiritual as we are threatened to not Be without a “range of services” decided for us which we have no say in.

So the energy must go somewhere, and it’s to creating a hell on earth to my mind. Keeping up with celebrity gossip and praising these branded daughters of satan “himself” for creating “economic stimulus” they allegedly bring with their road shows – I’ve even seen this referred to as re/distribution of wealth, hah! – is relentless Kontent as of late the rulers’ media really wants us to consume and react to in different ways with the assistance of fawning bots in the virtual. You can accept it on its face, mindlessly purchase all the incessant sound products and related swag, and maybe even go to a concert to perhaps be experimented on with exotic crowd control technology. Fun! Or you can read a lot more into the whole rigamarole and get even madder, make yourself miserable about what “all the kids are doing” when it’s such a microscopic phenomenon in reality. (Or find yourself somewhere in between, I guess, if you want to sample the flavor.) Though in saying that, I agree that it is miserable stuff, and I don’t mean to downplay the perversion, real life consequences of controlling and corralling throngs in this way, and kind of backwards purity enforcement and related that ripples outward. It’s not some runaway spirit one can just “catch” by virtue of being in its proximity, however, as the “mass formation” fascoids froth about.

The other day I found myself in an automotive shop waiting room with a television playing the HGTV channel whose programming is of course filler between “traditional commercials”. The occasionally horned songstress known as Lady Gaga appeared seated behind a piano, her muted singing and playing voiced over with her experience of using a Pfizer product that enhances, among many things we’re told, the activity the audience sees in the commercial which consists of her acting out an oral sex tease on a larger than average microphone situated atop the instrument. Her eye makeup featured exaggerated cat eyes that framed the whole of her sockets, her hair was slicked back, and she was dressed in some business caz iteration of dark high priestess as she’s accused of being by certain segments. But it was funny as these pharma commercials so often are, just average people – y’know, someone relatable like Gaga – going about their daily activities and really enjoying life with the aid of some revolutionary, life-altering cocktail newly brought to market.

As I thought about it more and did some light reading on her history, it became funnier because regardless of whether or not this was an intended message embedded within the commercial, anyone does have the potential to be a Gaga, and I don’t mean weakened by age and in a perpetually slack-jawed state from being endlessly pummeled by a ruthless ruling class, though I do think that’s part of her branding as I will further explain in the second part. Sure, she’s a great vocalist with a range most on the scene can’t exercise and her live performances seem to be indeed just that without lip synching. However, I don’t think her voice is that special out of the billions on this planet, and her artistry is predicated on what she has been tasked with as a “government hooker” (or “presidential escort” as some in the parapolitical cliques call artists of her stature, with Marilyn Monroe’s short and tragic life being the template). Anyone with the right motivation and ability to budget a modest sum of cash can find a vocal coach in order to belt out Gaga-level tunes. In many cases, individuals simply need to find the time to practice along with encouragement from others.

She is well trained to be sure as she was born into privilege with at least a lead-free, stainless steel spoon in her mouth and is continuously held up by a legion of producers, writers, choreographers, and big financiers. She had ample opportunities starting out as a child to hone these skills as many of us do not. And those without but who do find ways to develop their talents beyond the Gagas and the Swifts have not been blessed as stars, by and large. Such beauty is truly what thoughtful people want to experience, but countless voices and talents, including exceptionally gifted individuals who could eke out a spot in popular culture in decades past, have been snuffed out and prevented from developing into their full potential in order to deliver soft porn as the ultimate escape while we settle into Kontent communicated via our little devices quaintly called “phones”.

Forbes would have us believe that allegedly generational tendencies toward avoiding spoken telephonic communication with another living, breathing person is because we have collectively come to realize it’s an “invasive” relic of the past and not a symptom of alienation and a growing inability to communicate clearly and honestly. No, no, it’s really because to endure such treacherous facets of modern life like “small talk” is, urgh! such a major downer that cuts down on “productivity”. What a conundrum, this big, scary problem of talk that is “small” to the point we can’t even use these actually invasive devices to communicate the way in which they were originally designed for! How many connections do people make every day with small talk? Yeah, how is the, um, weather? Not a small matter these days, and certainly not due to a change in climate we bring about by living and breathing, making our way in the world.

To the point of this phone-that-is-not-phone (PTINP), perhaps you recall Lady Gaga’s song “Telephone” released in 2009, one of several pivotal years leading up to the wider proliferation of the “smartphone” with touchscreen capability, which is of course now just “phone” for the wired populations. There are several interesting things going on with it – simply hearing it versus watching the startlingly sexualized violent video leaves the listener and/or viewer with two different impressions. It doesn’t make a lot of sense when you hear it and process the lyrics:

Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can’t hear a thing.
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you’re breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I’m kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy.

The subject is having this conversation, how, pray tell? Yes, such snippets of conversations communicated through sometimes spotty connections are commonplace, more so in years past, but the hook tells us that

Can call all you want,
But there’s no one home,
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
And I’m sippin that bub,
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Obviously, the caller will reach the portable telephone, no one has to be physically at home to tell you that you’re not going to have this conversation with the intended recipient of the call the subject is…somehow communicating to the caller without picking up the telephone. To some, this implies that Gaga is the remotely-controlled telephone herself as a completely dependent and braindead slave to “the elite” – earlier on when I mentioned reading a whole lot more into this crap than is necessary to recognize the symbolism and meaning, blogs authored by the likes of The Vigilant Citizen (VC) is what I’m getting at.

In my opinion, alternative media of this variety that is clearly controlled as well confuses and furthers the idea of supposed powers these shock videos have unto themselves. He writes that by “kinda busy”, Gaga means she has dissociated from reality. Real life is calling her brain but she “has no service”, she’s not there. The chorus pretty much epitomizes this concept. Come the fuck on. This line of reasoning is as delusional as the ideas the entire production seeks to instill in impressionable audiences by way of glamorizing imprisonment and mass murder.

I don’t think it’s coincidence that this was aired just prior to the release of Piper Kerman’s book – a NYT best seller no less! – Orange Is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison that three years later debuted as a television show that ran up until 2019, just before worldwide lockdown was enforced. Wasn’t that kewl and sexy! Unbelievably (to me, at that time at least), entities who called themselves leftists entered their opinions on the show and its alleged issues of “representation” into the PTINP as if this was something actual leftists would be interested in. I was repulsed by the concept and anyone claiming to be a fellow traveler opining earnestly on such crap. I can think back to that time and recall the sense of certain danger it signaled.

Remarkably, comments are still left on the “Telephone” video lauding it as “pure art” along with similar sentiments. Why would anyone think this is art? My question is not strictly rhetorical – it is communicating desire and longing in a carefully curated way, but certainly not in line with anything that expresses appreciation for humanity and Being, quite the opposite. It’s a story of how supposedly sexy deception to commit mass murder can be with a host of cues packed in, both blatant and subliminal, to keep people guessing and overthinking the whole damn thing. Among other themes. This is another reason for my disdain of overwrought pseudo-analysis VC pumps out on the daily, and now for pay. Sometimes violence and ruling class fantasy sold using sex appeal is just that, and perhaps the famous participant icons we’re told to view as hapless slaves really are in on it with all their faculties intact explicitly for several self-serving objectives.

For me, it is because they are collaborators if not full fledged members of the ruling class themselves. Their shelf life may be limited and they may have to subject themselves to what we normal folks view as humiliation, like play-acting at sucking electrified Pfizer cock to sell harmful pharmaceuticals, but one doesn’t keep doing that year after year unless one finds some satisfaction and reward in doing so. Controlled opposition outlets use the “illuminati” phantom that lessens their culpability by simultaneously detracting from all the ways in which rulership operates and proposing and maintaining that the ruling class has omniscient, god-like capabilities from arranging symbols just so. However I contend that producing this kind of mockery of the rest of us is exciting for those deemed to be mere “puppets”. They are not helpless drones who execute extensive dance routines and expertly coached vocal ranges at the touch of a button from on high. Yes, they do dress up in such a way on the face of it, but it is all made possible by a fleet of servants attending to their every need and are then paid with a mountain of cash and assets for exploiting the labor that made it into a slick production.

The now hobby turned career for some of decoding mystified symbolism and sometimes tenuous connections of the powerful that hold sway over us as if cracking it will cause a “critical mass” to break free from The Matrix is an intentional aspect that is weaved into productions like “Telephone”. Trapping often well-meaning, curious, and concerned individuals into “rabbit holes” (psychosis) is a way of cultivating assets who are gradually amplified to keep others going nowhere as well. Managed plants like the Mattress Firm conspiracy for example targets bored professionals who really don’t care what money laundering accomplishes; they just feel smart for noticing one or more of these stores in numerous shopping centers throughout the US, as if no one else hasn’t or hasn’t heard of money laundering. I believe it’s been Officially Debunked by now, but I’m of the mind that there was indeed a nefarious mission accomplished by setting up fronts and misdirecting the public until they’re bored of the whole matter and move on.

To be sure, hiding motives and plans “in plain sight” is a common strategy. Also, I don’t think the read and interpretations in the VC article I linked above are entirely wrong, but I disagree with his overall conclusions. He uses this section to address questions he claims are commonly received in response to his posts. In the soon to follow and hopefully final post of this examination, I will explain why I think those are wrong and provide my own interpretations of the symbolism and story telling, contrasting them with those of VC’s. In my experience, these misreads and “mistakes” are typical oversights and intentional omissions among many more in this reactionary sphere, and that’s the audience he is writing for. He appears to have his own strain of loathing of “the masses” if his tedious rehashing of these media products tells us anything interesting at all that we can learn from and apply ourselves.