What I see in the world, where it hinges upon the will of human beings with no affiliation with me, reflects a character of insipid hypocrisy and base cowardice that I cannot abide. Yet here it has the audacity to present itself just as if it were a fundamental representation of the nature of existence and all the constellations of meaning and significance that are habitually attached to it by all people in some form or another, and which are only formalized and extended by those engaged in philosophy. For the most part I had been of the mind that I should start with some set of assumptions which show a sense of due respect for the conditions of the world which preceded my earnest consideration of them, into which I was born, and which may be summed up as the status quo. If my reflexive position were given words at the time, it might have been expressed as "extend charity, and the benefit of the doubt, since to falsely ascribe evil to the good is far worse than to be beguiled into accepting as good what is evil". At least it seemed like the instinct aback my motive, which was unconscious and simply a function of innate character.
The world is a place of great tumult and noise, so whatever the substance of it, there is certainly not any shortage of energetic action on its own part to demonstrate in phenomenal form the character it does possess. Just as when, in the outlays of committed and passionate action, someone in apparent distress has yet to get out the clear annunciation of the words needed to express their fluster, so one patiently observes their display so as to get the sense of it as it unfolds, so the world, as much thrown at those who are thrown into it, had a lot to say buried within the awkward gesticulations of its various forms of expression. Whether as the immediate experience as formed in the developing mind-brain complex over the course of the first 24 years of its life, or the recorded history of the world in last 24 centuries, the world seemed a complex and often inchoate attempt at getting something out which it needed to say. I think that I was simply trying to make sense of it. In many instances of traumatic conflict which seemed to arise in my relations with the people who were cast into my life by fate (fifthed fate or not), I was always trying to get myself into a position of better and more secure understanding not only of the in scenes put on display in phenomenal form, but more keenly I was intrigued by the whole fact of the event which, in this limited scope, manifests existence as a fundamental quality of "the world", one which suggests that this world is possibly an important piece of evidence about what existence should be "as such".
Without being able to refine my impressions at so many of these early stages, in such a way as to make the fullest sense of them which would later be possible only after special and committed effort, I found myself only belatedly realizing that the world stage and its cast of characters were, alike with their plot formulas and scripts, something of a truncated deformity running on a sort of automatic impulse to continue a sequence of jerky, violent, and often imbecilic motions of will not unlike what one would expect of a defective machine that yet shudders and whines as it cycles through its various malfunctions, which might charitably be understood as the broken deployment of what may have been, for all one knew, a much better planned structure whose function would have been, in ideal form, something marvelous to behold. On occasion there were indications of a promise that had seemed, in its own testimony, to be sincerely something worth the effort to approach. But alas it was simply a sort of wishful thinking which turns away from the blatant horrors of a deformity into which one is forced to endure as though something nourishing what might better be understood as toxic. This rather in a similar way that one finds amicable the frustrations of daily life, but only as something much preferable to the destructive malevolence of full scale and unmitigated violence in the heat of war, crime or some wicked accident or natural disaster.
But for this to be the unmistakable tenor and timbre of the chord struck by existence itself, by this life as such regardless of any vicissitudes of the particularities of this or that fate, that was the rot at the core of the structure of these impressions, which in my early childhood I could only address as a stark and aggressive assault from everywhere and nowhere which could be answered only by a desperate attempt to survive, at whatever times it was necessitated in my defense, by means of a form of concentrated effort of will not unlike trying to breathe through as suffocating paralysis which awakens one from sleep on the verge of an anesthesia sliding toward an increasingly black void that is either death or its event horizon where it meets the last terrifying experiences of a life which had not yet developed a sense of rhyme or reason in the first place.
Later developments would seem like necessities forced onto the aftermath of a psychical war zone inexpressible in the sort of language which could even explain the subjective context into which those developments were to be integrated, let alone articulate any expression of why they could not be coordinated into a graceful rapport with those who thought themselves, in all their aloof primitiveness, to be the wise and benevolent administrators of my upbringing. Naturally, the facts of the world which I would only much later discover would have been impossible for me to comprehend at the time when their probable and destructive impacts were being registered as the basic conditions of life itself, and the twisted pathways of their discovery in gerrymandered patches and pieces were almost comical in their tragic clambering. It may have been a dramatic improvement of the tone of all these proceedings if these efforts weren't complicated by a set of conditions resembling a dungeon of torture, with travel companions in this misadventure being much more akin to stalking hyenas exhibiting sardonic and facile graces. But the subtraction of those accompaniments would have been precluded by the basic facts of the world and humanity, or perhaps more to the point, human nature and its ugly record of its own vile fumbling through time and space as if it were a phantasmagoria rightly existing for its own sake.
So of course it was not merely the evasion of involvement in the world fostered by a cultish avoidance of the world's institutions of authority, one which was dictated by a specious reference to religious pretexts which were the unfortunate burden of my familial circumstances, that spurred me to witness the human form and its social, cultural, and political and economic facades as if they were some sort of show put on simply for the necessity of maintaining an illusion. It was not even simply a quality of "maya" or "samsara" that was naturally received as a feigned expression misleading me from a genuine involvement in reality. Although perhaps those factors were also speaking within the cacophony of phenomenal forms befitting a charnel house of malicious deception sickly coated with some poisoned pseudo-sweetness. It was in fact a function of the way that the world endures in bad faith its own falsehoods which set up the interaction that spoke truly by speaking falsely. That someone should be treated like a badly adjusted fool, who is in fact doing nothing other than react in some manner of appropriate dysfunction in the face of these rampant and grotesque deformities of the world that sabotaged what should have been for the sake of sustaining the stability of what should not be, is at once something which should have been expected from any proper knowledge of the causes of its happening, which are also the causes of the state of the world. But that such should be the environmental genesis in which the development of standard faculties of cognition and evaluation, of the varied prongs of the will to live and express life, that such should be the case in all contradiction to the pretenses of being the proper realm in which those faculties are fostered, is a sort of crime that cannot even be imagined by the mind of the average, full grown adult.
So if were to operate from a position of even-tempered moderation of thought and feeling at all, it might be considered a bit disingenuous, like someone stoic under the duress of torture merely to withhold from those evildoers in his midst the satisfaction of a sincere anguish. But I cannot in good and honest truth pretend that the world of this nightmarish falsehood deserves my gentle sentiments or a tactful presentation of thoughts concerning a fate which is proper and proportional to its vile nature and form.
A federally reinforced extortion racket has been set up in every state and city, as well as every community. This is the fact that underlies the importance of what is happening institutionally with President Trump, as it is happening at the MOB LEVEL in every populated area of the country. THE FIFTHIN MUST END NOW, or no one is going to have anything to be "nice" about. And this is what is bringing the world to the brink of destruction; deservedly. The drama with DJT is simply an outward symptom at most, AT MOST. It only goes deeper where deception is involved, and it by far exceeds the offices in question. Let that not be forgotten. The ENTIRE SOCIETY IS IMPLICATED IN AN EXTORTION RACKET AND I DO NOT SPEAK METAPHORICALLY. They have treated the last 20 years, wittingly, almost en masse, as a battleground in which to wage secret war against their neighbor, and still do. Now it is a war for credibility, after their extortion had already rightly destroyed their capability to hold credit or honor. But they were involved on pretenses of honor, so that will be shrugged off as a detraction from their enemy, the "bad or dangerous people X, Y, or Z". So they now have to assert that they were RIGHT to do this and that they have the right to be HONORED by those they have made war upon and TREATED AS GOOD AND HONEST NEIGHBORS. That's how "deep" the problem goes. This requires a serious retributive consequence to match its moral and civic evil.
As to the meta-racket level behind the social warfare movement, such as with the Federal Reserve System and its worse than "odious" debt, there is no way to do anything but what he threatens to do in your scenario. One does not "work with" such an entity, one dismantles it. But as to the media self-sabotage,; that is true, and one can even use it to track its loyal audience and know from who is loyal to this propaganda, that is who is and has been MOST INSTRUMENTAL to it, and that brings us back to that grass roots fifth columnry I've been talking about. It's like an army of mystery shoppers descended on SOME people, namely and especially anyone with their eyes open to Truth and Justice, which these criminal actors attempt to pervert and obstruct. It is in every neighborhood watch, in every police department, in every city council, in every legal system, and in every business plaza. What's the percentage in overall numbers? About 50 percent are wittingly instrumental to some degree, with that degree escalating exponentially toward a centrum of control which is no doubt tied to the aforementioned metarackets (financial and cultural), which are intermarried with governmental corruption in all state offices toward the end of maintaining other metarackets, in the pharmaceutical, biomedical, agrabusiness, and energy resources sectors. Obviously the "big tech" elements have been critical, especially where it concerns the information infrastructure, surveillance, weaponized media, and certain directed energy, chemical, nanotechnological applications to and augmentations of these rackets, which dovetails in the whole host of these illicit forces into being an array of circles of influence arranged around a common centrum.
The entire thing is supported centrally by corruption in the military and intelligence sectors. And who is better at hiding behind plausible deniability than those who employ such as fronts for any of their criminality and wrongdoing than by those given some form of carte blanch in their affiliation with such institutions. The CIA in many aspects of what it does under its rather overreaching, sometimes morally depraved and evil, and often illegal activity, and the FBI in some of its respective endeavors, have corrupt elements and assets that keep the whole damn thing bureaucratically organized. This is not a supposition, this is a necessary fact attendant to historical facts that point to it and the necessity of such to be in place. They are in place precisely where they alone can, in such a position, augment and be augmented by these rackets under color of authority.
That is the ultimate metaracket, as it directly obstructs, perverts the functioning of the very authority it claims, and uses the authority it claims to augment that very sabotage. That's quite like going on crusades against some cause while being one its chief proponents in fact. That deserves to be called a metaracket. The local elements of it are frauds and integral to the entire structure, giving it its false normality. So again, there is something to be learned from following the money and influence, as well as the convenient "historical events". The problem with this lies partly in the cause, but also in the effect, and also in the consequences. If Justice is to be avenged, how can this world dare think it will not be melted down into oblivion? NO FIFTHIN! NONE! Or there is no "world" or "society" that is worth saving in the first place.
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