I thoroughly recommend John Waters’ recently concluded three-part article on weaponisation of information, behavioural insights, political ponerology and much more. He refers to this complex of strategies as “whipnosis”.
Rather than include links to the three articles, which I found very tiring to read online, I will work out a way to share the PDF binder I made. It runs to thirty pages if I recollect accurately.
I don’t by any means endorse the content uncritically but there’s enough well-considered detail to justify an hour or so’s reading and reflection.
Just beginning to read through John’s three-parter now. But at once, a thought occurs:
One of the factors in this weird hyper-gullibility which seems to have swept over so many people, at least in the Anglozionist empire, is sheltered-comfortableness, which might be described also as membership of the Earth’s Pampered Twenty Percent of humans.
I observe this all around me amongst my still-hypnotised friends and neighbours: life is tranquil and super-easy (Yes it is, compared to the effortful lives of the Abused and Deprived Eighty Percent. Don’t kid yourselves!) and no-one wants to puncture their comfort-bubble by actually noticing the enormities which are passing daily under their anaesthetised noses. Far too much spiritual upheaval sure to happen if we do that!
In a back-handed way, the current sudden uptick in The Long Descent, brought on by the spectacular upheavals of imperial regime change triggered by the Russian cleansing action in the Ukraine, is going to do we of the PTP a whole lot of much-needed good; because we’re going to have to wake up now, as things get more Interesting, from our customary comfort-trance.
Or, failing that, we can just lie down and die (often enough from the ministrations of the Big Harma loot-at-all-costs criminals…)
I guess what it boils down to is that people who are comfortable with how society has treated them, the privileged, have not experienced the mundane setbacks that afflict everyone else. Losing your job, being bullied by your landlord, having your ground floor flat broken into time and again. Let alone sharing your outside toilet with half the street (and all the rest).
They/we do age, do become ill, will die. In dark moments this is realised. posing existential threat feels much more real than the possibility that next month’s bills can’t be afforded. Hence the controllavirus spell was good and powerful for them/us.
When the jobs start evaporating, and the dole queue turns out not to be the life of Riley that Channel 4 told them, will this cause an awakening, or merely quiet undignified suicides? Other possibilities exist, of course, but being sheltered from the bumps of life, chauffered in mummy’s Range Rover to the school a mile away, and spending all ones time with other lucky people… these build self-confidence, I imagine, but survival skills? Not so much.