“…We should make a tik tok about that…” is a saved phrase of a torpedo in the palm of my hand. This magical phrase came to me out of a kind of frustration with being able to see the social media systems of control that are provided to further steer the masses. And make no mistake, regardless of how useful any digital platform may have been at one time, they are all ultimately re-engineered once the dopamine addiction has set in, to ensure the people stay in their place. A place of powerlessness with imaginations of being useful and effective.
They have convinced “content creators” to believe they are activists and in so doing recruit daily brick layers for the digital prison of the mind. “Content creators” stay on their “grind” as they “hustle” to spit out more and more diluted info-tainment in effort to swim in the trending stream and possibly get enough numbers up to hock widgets from the Tik Tok shop. They present themselves as spreading awareness and information with their nonstop sacrifices to the Algorithmic Deity they serve, when any critically thinking Observer can see they are merely adding to the chorus of helplessness and hopelessness that restrains the mind of man.
Don’t get me twisted, as the kiddies say, for Your Humble Author, Narrator & Fictional Character has tasted the Tik Tok goodness as well. After entering the stream of this particular platform and figuring out the way it likes to be fed, I did see in it the potential for great good. Maybe even as a tool for change, in that information and ideas are able to bombard the masses within it at incredible speeds. After all, issues that Yours Truly has been screaming about for years, such as the genocide of Palestinians by the Israeli gubment. And said play-pretend state’s endeavor to turn the United States Corporation into a police state; were allowed to become popular with the populace in a relatively short amount of time. This to me was a good thing, as now millions of Americans would be exposed via live stream to the horrors that are occurring in Palestine. Images which have haunted me for nearly two decades, when I first became aware of their plight.
Long ago, in a digital galaxy far away activists were labeled “conspiracy theorists” “Paulbots”, “truthers” and a litany of other derogative labels if they attempted to bring awareness to the fact that the Israeli state had executed a coup in this country from the top of Washington, and infiltrating to the bottom of Southern Baptist Theology in the highways and hedges of the South. This was for total domination of “American” thinking in order to bring about some Zionist empire which would be ushered in through the display of mushroom clouds. One way or another, the collective subconscious, through political affiliations or religious dogmas had a saddle placed upon it. A bit & bridle driven into its mouth. And blinders slapped on its head to keep its full gallop towards a nuclear outcome where maybe Jesus Christ™ would rapture up his cult members before it got horrific, and they didn’t have to endure it. So, who gives a fuck anyway? And if one so much as spoke this clearly in those days long ago, they were shut out from any place of involvement with the affairs of the Union and its ultimate destination.
Knowing that what the masses believed to be government was actually a private, for-profit corporation that, like a virus, had infected municipalities down into the roots of the nation. And this for-profit corporation putting on a show in the District of Columbia, and spin-offs in your county or city halls, keep the people in a simulacrum. A narrative or two in which no matter what, the “politicians” and “political bodies” cast as shadows before us, on that wall Plato spat about, must support Israel no matter what. One way or another, no matter who you elected to any office you choose; the agenda of Zionism was going to move forward. An invisible egregore that seemingly swayed every individual in a place of so-called public service. Regardless of if the “individual” was aware of it or not. The business of the United States of America Incorporated has always been to butter the bread of Zionism. Or Eugenics if you prefer, and likely as Gene Roddenberry might have been suggesting.
The various ways this hydra embedded itself within America took on many forms. From the institution of fiat currency and perpetually impossible income taxes to the policing for profit and prison for profit monstrosities that safeguard the subsidiaries of the eugenics agenda. Through the channels of the military industrial complex, and within the halls of congress AIPAC has one way or another had this country hemmed up for a good, long while now. And upon first peeking into the realm of Tik Tok I was pleased to see these topics disseminating rather hastily, as now everyone could see the whole sale slaughter of the Palestinian people in the palm of their hand. The crowning achievement of any supremacist ideology is of course the genocide of all others deemed to be inferior. And for a time, I had hope.
You see it had been my hypothesis for some time that if the information about such things were widely known, and the people could then easily connect the rest of the dots on their own, that a critical mass would occur and the people would most certainly put a stop to it. I had believed that humanity, if given disclosure on the true nature of their government and its activities in imperialism were obvious and abundantly clear, the majority of Americans would immediately take appropriate action. This optimistic but unrealistic hope in homo-sapiens had me hooked into the Tik Tok show after October 7th, 2023. After the play pretend state of Israel began “defending itself” in a manner which looked a whole lot like holocaust to me and apparently a whole lot of other people too. The more and more “content creators” that piled on to the “Palestinians might have a point bandwagon”, the more I thought Americans would see the bridge ahead was out, in the presidential elections, and no one was going to save them. Boy was I wrong.
For even those who held their nose, and admitted this was another round of “lesser of two evil Russian roulette”, sacrificed their energy and attention at the altar of American political theater. Old school content creation, if truth be told. And roughly 155 million Ameri-zens gave their consent, at the polls, with some seriousness to the continuity of the great American nightmare. A nightmare which was always going to continue regardless of whether the CEO of the corporation had a case of cankles and spray-can tan, or mascara and a pant suit. That American nightmare that has been spoken about in whispers for the past few generations, but is now blatantly nude, in front of you all. With no shame at the dangling of its naughty bits upon your chin.
America is a technocratic, fascist dictatorship that no longer feels the need to hide or shy away from its imperialism and Orwellian approach to instituting a neo-nazified police state while spitting nothing but double-speak at you about it. And what great stand has the American people taken? What great hill have they decided to die on? Bitching about it all on Tik Tok of course in an endless digital waterfall of posting for the sake of posting in order to get into some creator pilot program or hock widgets in the Tik Tok shop. Maybe then, immunity could be nestled within for the bestest of the best “content creators” who stayed on top of the endless barrage of bullshit being passed down from all your corporate overlords.
At first, the tik tok trap feels like news. It feels like being informed. It may leave participants with a semblance of having done something in the face of this imploding planet once their post is up; with their urgent thoughts and feelings on any given matter that happens to be bringing humanity to the brink. But none of that is true. The “content” that Tik Tok is providing and the process its participants are collaborating in are the digital bilboes of the collective will & mind being clanked together. Linking anyone who might have played a part in the real world to slow down the horrors befalling mankind at lightning speed together at the ankle. And soon that chain gang on the digital slave ship is going to get its gentle nudge from Ahriman and go ker plunk into the sea of oblivion. But it’ll probably make for some great selfies, so knock yourselves out.
I allowed myself the sadistic pleasure, for a day or two, of commenting a variation of “…you should make a tik tok about all of this…” on any video that purported to be an urgent, heartfelt, and desirous of change message from the “content creators” of numbers great and small. Whether they were bitching about Trump, genocide, martial law, the economy, concentration camps, ICE, surveillance states, corrupt police officers, filthy lawyers, wretched judges; didn’t matter to me. If I stopped at anyone bitching into their palm on any or all of these issues, I would leave a friendly “…we should keep making tik toks about this…” or “…maybe if we make enough tik toks…” or “…I guess we should just keep on making all these tik toks guys…” and sometimes “…this tik tok really needed to be made…”. And you know what? “Content Creators” really didn’t appreciate that. In fact, my little social experiment compelled them to spit venom my way in nearly every case.
I reckon the reason why is because all of mankind intuitively knows what must be done now. All of humanity combined has the common sense to realize there is no longer a way to vote its way out, protest its way out, or wake up enough people its way out of the tyranny that has infected every last inch of what life on this planet is or will be moving forward. Humanity is once again being confronted nose to nose with its own shadow. Its own evil which springs forth from apathy, ignorance, spiritual slothfulness, and resting on laurels not earned for generations prior. And one way or another the balance in this world will not come without hands getting dirty. But first those hands must stop making tik toks and free themselves of phones. They are no longer your tools. They are no longer your mediums of messages. They are the chains which keep you bound to freeze/faun responses in the face of imminent death.
If the almighty “They” let you have Tik Tok. Took it away only to give it back. Take it from Yours Truly; you are dancing to the exact tunes they desire you to one tik tok at a time.
…So, I suppose I should make a Tik Tok out of this…
A SONG TO PLAY US OUT…
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