MONEY ADDICTS
"This is our most dangerous addiction — our addiction to things. For it is this addiction that underlies the materialism of our age. And nowhere is this addiction more apparent than in our addiction to money."
― Russell Peters *
People are labelled "addicts" for dependency to anything these days. There are cocaine addicts, heroin addicts and morphine addicts. In short, there are drug addicts.
Alcoholics are alcohol addicts.
There are anger addicts, coffee addicts, exercise addicts, food addicts, gambling addicts, nicotine addicts, porn addicts, sex addicts, TV addicts, "work" addicts, etc., etc., etc. Anything the greedy can acquire cash from "treating" dependency to, is categorized an addiction.
Centers for "remedy" of these obsessions are built. The Betty Ford Clinic, St. Jude's, SAMSHA, etc., etc., etc. An armada of phone numbers, should one suspect a "problem," are provided.
Anybody doing anything to excess is classified an addict. Then why aren't those wasting their lives collecting cash, seen in the same light? Where are the hotlines for money junkies? Where are the rehab facilities for this addiction?
If you found someone on the roadside obsessively gathering piles of cardboard, you'd conclude they were insane. Well, why don't you see those who fanatically gather piles of money in the same light?
You've squandered your existence acquiring insignificant pieces of paper. That certainly seems an addiction, as you could've spent your days doing productive things beneficial to our species.
Since pursuit of these useless strips of fabric has led our kind to near extinction ― thanks to our raping of Earth ― you would think this addiction would be considered the ultimate. However, it's never mentioned in the mainstream. Instead, the frenzied pursuit of money ― little strips of fabric ― is promoted as a sound and logical goal.
Schools and universities are designed around it; widespread media stresses it; and parents actively advocate it.
Due to our rabid race for currency, this planet is being depleted of its natural resources; resources, no less, our species requires, in order to survive.
Soil ― which allows us to eat ― is being destroyed at an astronomical rate, thanks to our quest for cash. Foliage ― which enables us to breathe ― is being stripped from the planet, because we want money. Earth's atmosphere is being decimated, via our addiction to currency.
In addition, humans have introduced the most virulent of substances ― fission and radioactive waste ― into our ecosystem, so folks can monetarily profit.
We're literally killing our own species over the blind pursuit of stupid pieces of paper. Thus, this would seem the supreme addiction. Yet, somehow, we revere those who excel at it.
Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos are overdosing money addicts ― thus responsible for colossal damage. Yet, they're revered. Idolized, these severe promoters of the pernicious are provided platforms from which to dispense their ideas.
Being that "money is the root of all evil" ― according to our own words ― why do we venerate those who've most blatantly supported this nefarious system?
We're all survival addicts. This fact is used against us by those we've placed in positions of "power." Our "leaders" ― which are nothing more than psychopathic control freaks ― constantly brainwash us the only way to subsist is via their system; the monetary system.
Some of us support this suicidal scam, and become money addicts. Those who do are sick. If they don't get their fix, they stress ― creating mental and physical detriment ― or destroy their own kind for a hit of the smack.
Such is not our natural state, but one we've been lied to is optimal. Don't believe me?
Was your child, or your children, born with an acute hunger for cash? Were you?
Of course not. Then this was something you were obviously indoctrinated into believing.
Infants don't exit the womb, sleep a few hours, and attempt to suckle a hundred dollar bill. They aren't excruciatingly concerned with fistfuls of twenties, when suffering from thirst. It's only via brainwashing ― with which this scheme mercilessly bludgeons them ― they're transformed into money addicts.
In our current system, if one were to create "treatment" centers for this addiction, their primary goal would be to obtain as much cash as possible. That's the main objective of any business, right?
Such would be hypocritical to its patients.
You "treat" somebody for an addiction to cash, yet only do so because you're getting paid, and are thereby an addict, as well?!
We don't see ourselves as addicted in the same way we don't see ourselves as insane for believing "America" exists. This, even though we can fly above the planet, look down, not see any borders, and definitively prove it isn't there.
If we were a different species, traveling to Earth, gazing upon this planet in an uninhabited state, we wouldn't see countries. Hence, we wouldn't recognize "America," "China," "Russia," etc. Then why do we believe that which isn't there, is?
Again, we're brainwashed. Turn off your TVs; stop voting; stop listening to authority; and start thinking for yourselves.
Allowing others to think "on your behalf" has brought you to a point in which everyone around you is contracting cancer, and you spend sleepless nights worrying you're next.
Granting others the power to do your cogitation has placed you moments from nuclear annihilation, and drowning in radioactive fallout.
Bequeathing others the "right" to ruminate for you has forced you to become a money addict, at the risk of death, should you refuse to acquiesce.
If you still falsely believe you're doing your own thinking, ask yourself if you'd choose to pay bills and taxes. Would you elect to pay "debts" politicians you've never met before, have accrued?
THE GORDIAN KNOT
"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything."
― Albert Einstein *
The solution to every problem you've ever had is simple:
"Stop believing in authority!"
You're searching for a panacea, and there it is. Now it's up to you to take it. Believe it or not, that's the hard part.
Folks beg for a cure-all, but when provided one ― with proof it works ― they develop intense love for the disease. Since the illness is all they've known, a cure sounds horrifying.
Authority is terrible, but authority only works if somebody ― or, in this case, almost everybody ― believes in it.
Government can make its "laws," but these "laws" have no effect if people refuse to adhere to them.
The "laws" of Ancient Rome are still in place, but since nobody abides by them anymore, we no longer allow them to alter our course.
As Jiddu Krishnamurti explained, in terms of our species' problems, what we're experiencing is a "crisis in consciousness." ** We hold our destinies in our own hands. If we stop believing in authority, it vanishes immediately, since the only place it exists is within our minds.
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Authority will lie to you the "conundrums" we face are so complex they're insurmountable. Such is false.
Of course these scumbags assume this modus operandi. If you realize the eradication of authority is the solution to your suffering, you dethrone it. As a result, those in "power" ― existing lavishly at your expense ― are reduced to the common populace.
Exposed as the evildoers they are, they're thrown amongst the vulgus they've been abusing for so long. It's the prison warden who's been ordering his inmates beaten every night. Once this superintendent is found "guilty" of something, and tossed into the prison itself, how do you think inmates will treat their new fellow incarcerate?
Do you believe this is a path those in authority want to take?
The "dilemmas" we face are a Gordian Knot.
"A what?!"
I can delve into the Alexander the Great explanation, but that would be more painful than the anguish felt by Oprah when wigs are deemed illegal. Hence, let's just go with the simple definition:
A Gordian Knot is a complex entanglement.
When given a coil so intricate, it appears impossible to unscramble, you don't waste time "attempting" to solve the problem ― like authority wants you to. You actually solve the problem by removing the knot ― which, in this case, is authority.
Instead of fruitlessly trying to unravel the quagmire in question, simply cut it from the rope, tie the two pieces together, and move on. ***
*** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordian_Knot
Your "problems" have been created, and convoluted by, those we've allowed to mislead us ― politicians, priests, teachers, etc., etc., etc. These assholes don't want you disentangling them. Hence, they enmesh them in a snarl so perplexing, you'll give up trying to "solve" it before you start.
Why futilely attempt to untangle the knot, when you can simply eradicate it by eliminating it?
To paraphrase Henry David Thoreau, thousands will hack at the leaves of evil, to the one who rips the root out of the ground, burns it to ashes, and buries it in a cement block at the bottom of the sea.
Authority has created our "dilemmas." Our belief in authority perpetuates these "problems." Stop giving authority legitimacy, and these "complications" disappear.
"How can we possibly feed every person on the planet?!"
We've far more than enough sustenance for everyone on Earth to eat sufficiently. The only reason people are starving is because they don't have the money with which to pay for this abundant nourishment.
If you don't conclude we need to eradicate money, in order to feed everyone, you're unable to perform math as simple as 2 - 1 = 1. If such is the case, you're either too retarded to read this sentence, or your goal is something other than eradicating human hunger. So, which is it?
"How will we ever pay off the astronomic national debt?"
You mean the "debt" that doesn't exist? A "debt" authority ― which lies to you about everything else ― tells you is real? A bunch of inherently useless pieces of paper ― known as cash ― you can't drink, eat, nor inhale?
Don't "think outside the box," since this banal phrase was created by those who want you to conform. Think logically.
Give the "debtors" all the cash on the planet, and end the monetary system immediately afterwards. Those you claim are hunting for money just got all of it, we just got rid of you ― the liars attempting to brainwash us there's a "debt" in the first place ― and now we're free.
The Egg of Columbus is an example of thinking logically. ****
**** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_of_Columbus
You've got a hard-boiled egg in its shell. You're tasked with balancing it on its tip, without employing other implements.
Most will mentally abuse themselves, to solve the problem. All one need do is tap the egg on its most conical curve, until the shell cracks to the point its intact portion becomes a sufficient base. At that juncture, simply place the egg on this ad hoc foundation.
Again, these "challenges" we're incurring are "problems" we're now perpetuating ourselves. The answer to these "dilemmas" is not only simple, but ours to take.
FRANCIS SCHLATTER
"The only difference between a cult and a religion is the amount of real estate they own."
― Frank Zappa *
The human skeleton wasn’t so old the Sun had bleached it completely white. Whatever creatures had been gnawing at the bones were successful in stripping them of any remaining meat. In this forsaken region, the cause of death was most likely starvation.
The bridle, saddle and staff adjacent the body were indicators this person hadn’t planned on perishing in the hinterlands of New Mexico. In 1897, however, this type of event just happened in these parts. Stray too far from civilization, miscalculate rations, and suddenly you’re wandering in circles in a sandstorm, uncertain which way is north.
The desert was a cemetery, uncovering carcasses with the prevailing wind, and reinterring them after an aberrant gust. This particular stiff wasn’t anything new, had it not been for―
- Hastings, Nebraska. A sleazy hotel room. A second cadaver. This one, however, possessed enough flesh on its bones to stink like a garbage heap.
Hand-scrawled missives, around the accommodations, pinned the dead man as one Francis Schlatter. According to the pell-mell notes, the man had become fearful God would soon deprive him of his supernatural powers. In addition, this afflicted soul seemed to be having difficulty getting people to believe he was who he claimed.
Six months subsequent, Francis Schlatter was also arrested in the burgeoning boomtown of Toledo, Ohio, for illicitly accessing money reserves. After serving his sentence, the indicted disappeared, never to be heard from again.
- New Mexico. Rough-hewn hands reached out to the immobilized woman. The tanned, long-haired man attached to the healing implements recoiled momentarily, as the geriatric stood from her wheelchair, and walked for the first time in years.
Francis Schlatter ― a transient with what appeared the ability to cure afflictions with his touch ― was leading the sick from despair. Schlatter resided near Santa Fe, New Mexico, to which the hopeful traveled for a dose of his homemade healing.
In September of 1895, this miracle worker relocated to Denver, Colorado, to avail his talents to a larger populace. Staying as a guest of Alderman Edward L. Fox ― who claimed to have been cured of deafness by Schlatter ― Francis offered his abilities to assemblages.
The sick came from far and wide to receive a free healing of their maladies, as Frank refused payment for his services. Whilst in the Mile High City for two months, 60,000 folk ventured from various states to partake in Schlatter’s brand of the supernatural.
Stepping outside daily at 8 AM, Francis greeted throngs who’d congregated, even in near-winter weather, sleeping on the ground, if necessary. If they weren’t sick before, they would be now.
Those gathered viewed Schlatter as a vessel through which God was performing. To doubt his power was blasphemy.
Denver was soon overrun by pilgrims lacking the funds to return from whence they came. As a result, the city’s homeless population increased. Sufficient sewage facilities to accommodate crowds were in short supply.
Schlatter was offered considerable cash to take his brand of porta-doctor on the road, but continually declined.
Two months after his arrival in Denver, Frank disappeared. His room at the Fox house was discovered empty, save for roughly 20,000 letters from those seeking assistance.
A message left behind stated “the Father” had instructed him to vacate the premises. As to where Schlatter’s intended destination might have been, none were certain.
That changed in May of 1897, when what seemed to be the man’s decaying skeleton showed up in the wastelands of New Mexico. But was this really all that remained of the miracle healer, or was the cadaver discovered in Hastings, Nebraska ― 12 years later ― the true Francis Schlatter? Perhaps the man arrested six months subsequent ― in Toledo, Ohio ― was the phenomenon who, at one point, reached deification.
Schlatter, himself, presaged he would someday disappear, only to return again at a later date. Perhaps ― akin to Christ, the popularity of VCRs, or the rise of the Don Knotts’ School of Bodybuilding ― Francis will reappear in the future to heal again.
Such stated, the dude remained strong in his convictions, and refused to monetarily capitalize on his purported abilities.
SOURCES:
BOOKS:
Jessen, Kenneth C. (2006). Colorado's Strangest. J.V. Publications. ISBN: 1928656048
ONLINE SOURCES:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Schlatter
THE PANOPTICON
"It gets harder the more you know, because the more you find out, the uglier everything seems."
― Frank Zappa *
Two cages.
Cage One is filled with lab rats starving to death.
Cage Two? The same type of rodents, only these are fed constantly, never wanting for sustenance.
Drop a piece of cheese into each cage. What do you think the reaction will be?
Obviously, the rats in Cage One will kill each other, to hoard that sole means of nutrition. Those in Cage Two will remain docile, civil and content.
In which prison do you think humanity resides?
We're nothing more than lab rats, at this point; experiments for those we've allowed to enslave us. Because we're brainwashed to believe there isn't enough to go around, we kill each other to get "our share."
You feel that palpable, cold demeanor every time a bill collector calls, demanding cash. You choke on the clinical nature of those who feign compassion, but leave their hands out for a monetary treat. Your "boss" commands you to remain on call 24 hours a day ― surrendering every moment of your existence to him ― so he can feel he owns you.
"Did you ever have a job that you hated; worked really hard at? Long, hard day work, finally you get to go home, get in bed, close your eyes, and immediately you wake up and realize that the whole day at work had been a dream.
It's bad enough that you sell your waking life for minimum wage, but now they get your dreams for free."
― The Waking Life **
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They don't call it Human Resources because they feel you're special, and warrant care. You're nothing more than a resource for them. It says so in the title, but you choose to overlook that, don't you?
Keep in mind, oil is a resource. So, too, are livestock. Wood and rock are also resources.
Hence, when they think of you, they envision a cow, pig or slab of stone. To them, you're not an individual with emotions, goals nor thoughts. To them, you're nothing more than another reserve. Yet, you ignore the obvious every day, and would've continued doing so, had I not informed you of such.
And these expository terms are ubiquitous. Still, you fail to notice. How could you not? You're asleep ― your eyes are closed ― oblivious to that occurring around you.
"Managing Human Capital." It's the slogan for a Human Resource company called Optyma.
Capital is defined by www.dictionary.com as:
"the wealth, whether in money or property, owned or employed in business by an individual, firm, corporation, etc."
or:
"assets remaining after the deduction of liabilities; the net worth of a business." ***
*** http://www.dictionary.com/browse/capital?s=t
You're viewed as inanimate wealth. Moreover, you're seen as somebody's property. Harken back to your "boss's" desire to control you 24/7. As comforting as the loving arms of Adolf Hitler, isn't it?
You're categorized in terms of "assets" and "liabilities," for fuck's sake!
Anybody who can reduce you to such in their minds will have no hesitation giving you cancer, and profiting monetarily from your suffering. Anyone who believes you're "capital" is so mentally ill, they'd be willing to kill you, in order to stock their bank account. They see you as cattle...and they eat steaks voraciously.
When dealing with government, that's what we're talking here. Again, they've nuked you over 1,000 times! More than 1,000 "tests" at the Nevada Test Site, and 67 more in the Marshall Islands ― where the jet stream flows directly over the "U.S." They only view your plight, in terms of pain and suffering, when relishing in your agony.
Even creepier is the dispassionate demeanor others adopt, in attempts to emulate our captors. Your doctor doesn't give a fuck about you, as he pumps you full of lethal drugs, in a rabid quest to fund his kid's trip to an Ivy League university. Do you really think your State Farm insurance agent would call every week, just to see how you were, if you decided to go with Blue Cross?!
"I am not a number; I am a free man!"
― Patrick McGoohan ****
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How could you not comprehend you're just a number? You're assigned one ― a social security number ― at birth! You're forced to take your social security card ― which displays your social security number ― wherever you reside.
Since you're given a number ― exactly like a prisoner in prison ― for you to conclude you're anything but, in the eyes of this system, would be delusional on your part.
"I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man"
― Rush *****
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From the opposite side of the cardboard wall, in my no-bedroom apartment, I could hear Tom Selleck begging us to begin the day with Fukushima-infused fruit juice. Coating what remained of my teeth with fluoridated paste, and equally fluoridated water to wash it down, I cleansed away the remnants of my genetically-modified breakfast.
From there, I hit the road in search of further incarceration.
The corporate castle loomed in the distance ― complete with vampire bats encircling its spire, and motes doubling as speed bumps.
"Let's do the Wave, people! C'mon! Let's do the Wave!" the overzealous freak commanded the obsequious attendees in the dank basement of this megacorp mausoleum. Pleading to be enslaved, we followed suit, even though all we could think about was fucking, being fucked, doing drugs, laughing and taking trips.
It was a group interview, and we were allowing our dreams to be crushed by this fanatical Human Resource recruiter, due to a basic need to survive. If we didn't feign sycophancy, there was the looming possibility we'd die horrific deaths, starving in piss-filled gutters.
The last thing the recruiter, herself, wanted to do was the Wave, but here she was ― thanks to that necessity to keep food in her stomach ― faking exuberance over a primitive cheer. It was fuckin' disgusting, and I couldn't believe I'd been reduced to this.
When it came time to declare our personal hero, and why we admired them, I chose Bill Hicks. Noting the blank stares, I inquired if anybody in attendance knew who the late comedian was.
What ensued was the type of silence you'd expect to find if stone-cold deaf, suspended in a deprivation chamber.
Elucidating about Guillermo and his contributions to humanity, I could feel this particular enslavement slipping through my hands. By the time I hit The World is Like a Ride… monologue, I was shocked I hadn't been set on fire. When this "grown-up" version of follow-the-leader concluded, I commended myself for having worn a rubber whilst balls-deep in the beast.
People everywhere are selling their souls for "success." But "success" is constantly portrayed by some douche bag drinking $1,000,000 brandy that tastes like a pigeon's asshole.
"Success" is pretending you own a multi-million dollar home, even when an unfeeling bank can steal your mansion, should you fail to pay its blood money. All the while, you struggle to keep the castle in question by engaging in a "career" you hate that forces you to rape the resources of this planet, and kill off millions of your fellow humans in the process.
"Success" is killing your conscience to make your quota, by hawking the latest weapons systems to government, so they can decimate innocent people.
"Everybody knows by now all businessmen are completely full of shit. Just the worst kind of low-life, criminal cocksuckers you could ever wanna run into. The fuckin' piece of shit business man.
And the proof of it […] is they don't even trust each other. They don't trust one another.
When a businessman sits down to negotiate a deal, the first thing he does is to automatically assume that the other guy is a complete lying prick who's trying to fuck him out of his money. So he's gotta do everything he can to fuck the other guy a little bit faster, and a little bit harder. And he's gotta do it with a big smile on his face. You know that big, bullshit businessman smile?
And if you're a customer, whoa! That's when you get the really big smile! Customer always gets a really big smile, as the businessman carefully positions himself directly behind the customer, and unzips his pants, and proceeds to "service" the account. […]
Now you know what they mean […] when they say, 'We specialize in customer service.'
Whoever coined the phrase 'let the buyer beware' was probably bleeding from the asshole."
― George Carlin ******
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In order to combat the anxiety generated by such a hideous existence, nearly everyone is drugged up.
"If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use. Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in."
― Bill Hicks *******
******* http://www.azquotes.com/quote/455364
We beat the shit out of ourselves to become "employed," yet none of us want to be. Clock-watching is a hobby as ubiquitous as taking a dump.
"I'm only here two more hours, and I can head home [to begin this vicious cycle over again, tomorrow]."
You're never free, and never will be, as long as you court this Panopticon that's designed to enslave you.
"Shouldn't the long-term goal of any society be complete unemployment?"
― Doug Stanhope ********
******** http://www.azquotes.com/quote/1439555
Of course! We strive to retire, and revere those who do early.
"You're only 32, and you're retired?! How'd you do it? What's your secret?!"
The sole reason we feel compelled to work is belief in our brainwashing from birth.
"You gotta stay in school, son, and get good grades, so you can get into college, so you can get a high-paying job, so you can become 'rich,' and 'successful,' and retire early."
Where, in the above, does helping humanity, bettering the situation for our kind, or repairing the damage we've done to this planet, come into play?
Moreover, if we're all stressing to retire, why the fuck are we working in the first place?! Why don't we just retire now, eradicate "work," and end our imprisonment?!
Because those at the top of this pyramid scheme would no longer remain at the top, if we refused to enslave ourselves for them.
"So, what's a Panopticon?"
It's a sick idea created in the 18th century by a dude named Jeremy Bentham. A Panopticon is a method by which one guard can surveil an entire prison. *********
********* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panopticon
In modern form, you create a circular penitentiary. The outer ring houses the cells, which face the center of the circle.
In the middle, you have the guard house ― high up, and manned by a sole sentry. Hence, this "screw" shack has a 360-degree, panoramic view of every cell, and every inmate. Pretty clever, huh?
"Yeah, but how can one guard ― stationed inside the guard house ― see all the prisoners at once? There's no way he can be at every point around his shack."
Correct. And he doesn't have to be. Here's where it gets disturbing.
You encircle the guard station with one-way glass. The "screw" inside can see out, but the incarcerates can't see in. As a result, the inmates have no idea whether the sentry is watching them, their fellow inmates, TV, or his nuts, as he jacks-off. They simply have to assume, at all times, they're the ones being observed by the guard.
Hence, their stress level is perpetually high, fearing they're constantly being surveilled. They're incentivized to refrain from breaking rules, or attempting to escape, since they're always concerned they're being viewed.
In contemporaneous society, we exist within a Panopticon ― the walls of which most of us fail to see.
Government is the guard shack in the center. It's from here we're perpetually reminded we're being scrutinized, and quite often are.
We have very little means by which we can determine if we're being watched, but bureaucracy keeps us enduringly fearful such is the case.
ROOM 641A
"The State is, and always has been, the great single enemy of the human race, its liberty, happiness, and progress."
― Murray Rothbard *
One room.
One corporation.
One monumental loss of your privacy.
- Folsom Street. SBC Communications in San Francisco. The government worked hand–in–pants with AT&T to begin gathering every electronic correspondence you, or any other "American," makes.
How did all this go down?
Wikipedia defines telecommunications as:
"the transmission of signs, signals, messages, words, writings, images and sounds or information of any nature by wire, radio, optical or other electromagnetic systems." **
** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telecommunication
AT&T is a telecommunications company. Thus, they have access to all the above generated by their clients. This means cell calls, texts, Twitters, Tweets and E-mails.
Let's backtrack. If you don't know by now "America" is nothing more than a pyramid scheme ― a corporation ― you're asleep. Without money, the "U.S." ― an ideology existing solely within our minds ― dies a quiet death. Take cash out of the equation, and there's nothing to fuel this bloodthirsty beast we're allowing to devour us.
Hence, when I speak of AT&T selling your privacy to the government, I'm being redundant, since AT&T ― and every other corporation ― is your government. Don't believe me?
Money's your God, isn't it? You worship it more than anything on the planet.
The proof is in the fact you kill yourself every day ― stressing, abusing your body and mind, and selling your soul ― to accumulate it. You can lie to me, but when you lie to yourself, it's called insanity. Money's your God, and I just proved it.
"For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
For the love of money
People will rob their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk down the street […]
For the love of money
People will lie, Lord, they will cheat
For the love of money
People don't care who they hurt or beat"
― Bulletboys ***
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Take a look at any denomination of cash for the proof in writing: "In God We Trust." Enough fuckin' said.
Room 641A ― at 611 Folsom Street in San Francisco ― houses a morass of fiberoptic cables. To the best of my knowledge, there are no interior photos on the Internet of the space in question. However, one can surmise it's more boring, and perverse, in there than Bill Nye's jack-off fantasies.
Twenty-four by 48 feet, filled with surveillance equipment, used to spy on you. What's more, you're paying for this loss of your privacy!
You pay "taxes," don't you?
Then you're paying government to listen in on your admissions you're secretly gay, and love the smell of nuts that don't come in a Planters can.
You're paying government to gather info on your "foreign political" affiliations, that will be used against you in a hunt that makes the Salem witch trials feel like a toothless blow job.
You're paying government to blackmail you into doing exactly as it says, whenever it demands.
Room 641A. It's here beam splitters were installed on the cables in question. This refraction of light provided two signals. One went to AT&T; the other went to the government ― which, again, is AT&T ― so it could store your electronic correspondences, and spy on you whenever it wanted.
The whole AT&T being the government thing sounds similar to Christ being God, doesn't it? Creepy, but you've done it to yourself, by selling your soul for obvious bullshit. Some old guy in the sky, in a city where the streets are made of gold?! You think Santa Claus, Zeus and the Easter Bunny are ludicrous, yet somehow profess belief in that shit?!
To paraphrase Jordan Maxwell, get up off your fuckin' knees! Stop being subservient to anyone, and take your autonomy back!
For you technical folk reading along ― or for anybody finding this book wedged under a table leg, in order to keep it balanced ― there's a Narus STA 6400 in Room 641A. Ostensibly, this device is highly effective at capturing and categorizing Web discourse at rapid speed.
Mark Klein ― who worked for AT&T ― ratted out the monster corporation in 2006. ****
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Of course, government held itself on trial in a class action suit on this one, and guess what?! Government found itself "not guilty," as it had done countless times before, in countless cases.
As such, government is now storing every electronic correspondence you've ever made, since 2003, and can access them whenever it chooses.
SOURCES:
ONLINE SOURCES:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Room_641A
The preceding blog was written by Hugh Mungus. Feel free to contact the author directly here on Steemit, or via his personal E-mail address: longlivenuno@aol.com