Who are “THEY?” When you say in a sentence, “they say this isn’t fashionable,” or “they say that’s unhealthy for you to eat,” who are “THEY?” Well, “they” are our subconscious acknowledgment of a shocking realization exhibited in the video below, where we are all slaves to the masters of our static patterns. It’s a condition that the human mind seems prone to submit to, and has always been so even though there are periods of our history where human beings have rebelled against the tendency of compliance. The undercurrent to any rebellion has always returned to compliance for a general culture once safety is made the priority over freedom. This is especially true in our American culture where our Declaration of Independence and Constitution was an attempt at freedom from the “they’s” who seek to rule us.
Many of the clips below come from popular culture reference but toward the end much of the footage comes from George Orwell’s 1984 film adaption where William Hurt played the lead character. If you have not seen that film, or have seen it but not in quite some time, it’s easy to find on Netfex. You should remedy that problem quickly, since Orwell was writing about a trend of which we find ourselves on currently.
Nobody wants to consider that they are being “farmed” toward an aim that is not of their making. But think about it. Our society works at jobs they can’t stand, and they spend their first quarter of a century preparing for that condition. Then in the next quarter we marry someone, have children which involves complete self-sacrifice, so the first 50 years of our lives are already committed to everything but our own individual needs. By the time we get our lives back our bodies are broken and our minds are mush. Our aim is to overeat and to lose consciousness through alcoholic endeavor. Or to take a trip to Vegas where all the rules of society are suspended somewhat and anything can happen. So we find ourselves “farmed” toward social goals that are not of our own making.
But who are these farmers? Well, the recent declaration from the Occupy Movement is that the farmers are this mysterious 1% while the rest of the world is the 99%. That is a start in the right direction, but that 1% is not the bankers, and the super rich as our public educations have prepared our minds to lash out against with the principles of socialism cleverly tucked into the curriculum. If it was so easy to identify who the true “farmers” of our society were, we’d be able to identify them quickly. No, the “farmers” remain more elusive than the obvious wealthy among us. The clip below from George Carlin shows that many people are aware that there are “owners” out there beyond the pens that hold us and who rule our lives in subtle obscure ways. But George makes the mistake many people make, even in their critical analysis, they are being steered away from the “farmers” and their anger is directed at the “rich,” quite on purpose.
Well, there are two kinds of rich. There are the rich who invent a way out of the pens the “farmers” put up to control us and they become rich by making our life in the pen better. Then there are the rich who become wealthy by stealing the profits of our labor. That is not the corporation who employs a person in the pen; the real thief is the same type of person who has always looked to the social casts of European nobility, or the feudalism of Japan, or virtually any culture that has a very involved “class” system. The real thief of our labor, of our very souls is members of the political class. They are the true farmers, the ones who build the pens we live in. And those pens are put around us through regulations, and the people who create those regulations are the real farmers of our lives, supported by the education class, the pretentious “farmers” of our current civilization. They are the academic minded progressives which Teddy Roosevelt philosophically brought back to America after his trip to Africa following his presidency. The European hero Roosevelt showing his disregard of the United States Constitution on many occasions during his presidency both justified and unjustified was all the rage among European nobility and before returning to the states took a grand tour through Europe where he met every king, queen, prince, princess and being of noble blood in an ass kissing ceremony that went on for nearly a year. At the end of it, Roosevelt had become the leader of the first Progressive Party which paved the way for the pompous Woodrow Wilson to become president, and Walter Lippmann who would become the media example of how to control public sentiment. Early on, learning from such presidents as Roosevelt and Wilson, Lippmann said the heard of citizens must be governed by “a specialized class whose interests reach beyond the locality. This class is composed of experts, specialists and bureaucrats. The experts, who often are referred to as ‘elites,’ were to be a machinery of knowledge that circumvents the primary defect of democracy, the impossible ideal of the “omnicompetent citizen.”
It is in these types of people who became our farmers. They are the ones who have set up our pens and heard us about as “they” desire. “They” set up our jobs through regulation. They take our profits from our work, and the profits of the businessman who falsely believes they are earning their freedom by becoming a business owner. The corporation only succeeds if they make an alliance with the “farmers” of the “elite ruling” class. Most business people are every bit if not more encumbered by the chains of the “farmers” than the workers simply because the farmers need the businessman to provide the options to the citizens, so the businesspeople do get a bit more food to enjoy. But they are not in control of their own freedoms–far from it.
We are all being herded around by the pretentious class of academics who run our legal system, run our education system, and command our political structure. They are our farmers. They set up through regulation the pens of our behavior. They decide how fast you will drive down a highway and how long it takes you to get from point A to point B. They decide if you will wear a seat belt, buy insurance, etc. You are given the illusion of free choice, you can stop by a McDonald’s along your journey if you feel hungry, or you may decide to go shopping, but to the “ruling class,” the “farmers” of our existence, it’s no different from allowing a cow in the pasture to graze where the grass is fullest, because all the options are still controlled by the farmers. We are given “sin” zones were we are allowed to partake in guilty pleasures, such as in Vegas or other places of gaming like casinos where we are offered a chance to run out of the pin and become free. We buy our lottery tickets and play slot machines hoping that we may hit a jackpot and win our freedom from “The System” but even those activities are controlled. We are encouraged to drink too much, to numb our wits, and spend our winnings on sex, so that we will always be hungry for more and stay somewhat content in our confines within the pens of regulation.
But we are not allowed to break free, even by accident. If something happens which allows us to break loose from our “farmer” masters, regulation is there to hunt us down. This is what recently happened to Carlos Rafael, the fisherman from Massachusetts who caught the 881 pound Blue Fin Tuna but lost it to federal regulators who confiscated the fish when Carlos landed at port. The fish was worth over $400,000 dollars if allowed to sell on the open market. The reduced value of $5000 is the direct worth of the meat since the confiscation required butchery as the only option for the meat.
To see more detail on this story check out this article.
To understand how important catching a Blue Fin Tuna is check out this video.
When Carlos Rafael lost his giant blue tuna fish, he lost his ability to climb out of the pen from which he has been placed. As a fisherman, and businessman, Rafael has for a long time challenged the long arm of government regulation. Rafael is the type of man who the “farmers” are wary of. They watch him continuously pushing against the regulations set up to control him, and “they” don’t like that he questions them. So when they had the opportunity to punish him, they did so, by taking his fish. If a member of the “ruling class,” (the farmers) had captured the fish it would have been sold to a wealthy European collector who would stuff it and place it upon their palace wall. The ruling class fisherman would have collected the total amount tax-free, and the fisherman and all his friends would have taken a trip to Vegas and gambled it away on games and women. And the whole system would have been happy. But when Rafael caught the fish, it was taken from him, because people like Carlos Rafael are not allowed to have tools which might help them escape from the pins that regulation holds them in. Carlos like many of us is allowed to do as we please as long as Carlos catches fish for local restaurants, provides jobs to area citizens and behaves reasonably. But he is not allowed by the “farmers” to leave the control of regulation, and catching such a large fish might have done that for Rafael. Carlos might have sold the fish and taken his money to the Caribbean to build a house and retire, and that is not allowed. So he was robbed with regulation and kept in the pen.
None of this is new. We are all aware of it even if it is too painful to look at. And we have been pitted against each other by the true ruling class so that we fight each other in a chaotic battle that occupies our thoughts so we don’t plot and scheme for a way out of our pens. Whites fight blacks, women fight men, young fight the old, the poor fight the rich, it is all designed by the political elites to herd us about to harvest for the means “they” deem necessary.
But what happens when our farmers screw up, and they do a poor job of farming? Well, the first to feel the pain is the animals themselves, “us.” When the farmer cannot feed their animals in the pen, or they cannot afford any longer to keep such elaborate pens to contain us, we are the first to feel the pain of their folly. And when we feel the pain, and begin to realize that we are in a pen, we start to push back.
The truth of the matter is that we don’t have to be in a pen of any kind. During the American Revolution we fought against this very “farmer” like existence. If you want to understand why the revolution of 1776 took place at all look around. It was because of a pretentious bureaucracy in England who wanted to loot off our backs so they could feel they had a right to rule us. Well, nobody has a right to rule you! If they do, it is because you surrendered away your rights for the comfort of the pen. You have given the meek, ostentatious ruling class the ability to control you with your desire for escape into alcohol, and safety for your terrestrial lives. It is you who hoped to gain an advantage at life through the collectivism of social justice which created this class of farmers who have built the pens of regulation that we all live in, and we learn to live in those pens before our lives ever get started in grade school.
I can tell you this dear reader, I will never be happy in a pen. There isn’t an intellect on this planet, not even in this universe that can plot a way to contain me within their boundaries. I will NOT endure their stupidity in my life. I never have, and I never will. My love of freedom began the moment I left the womb of my mother. If you don’t believe me, ask her! There has never been a moment in my life where I have ever considered trading my security for freedom. NEVER! The moment I could first remember my thoughts, I saw the farmers for what they were. I could see what they were doing clearly out beyond the pens. I watched their comings and goings and I have tried to warn my fellows stuck in the pen, but they didn’t listen. They instead looked for ways to impress the farmers so that they would get better treatment, and more food. While they did that, I looked for ways to dig under the pens that held us.
Dear reader, I have been on the other side of the pens. I have been in the farmer’s house! I have sat at their table and taken their food while it was still warm! I have done so right under their noses! I have walked from their table across their barn yard without fear of being caught and back to the pens to warn my fellows and show them the hole I dug under the fence, but I was unable to convince anyone but a few to venture out of the pen into the open.
I have been able to do these things because I have looked those farmers in the eye and stared into their souls and what looked back was fear. Fear that I realized they had no real power, no real control. They were in fact nothing but pens and pastures and that if those beings within the pens come to realize they could leave those pens forever, that the farmers would have no power to stop it from happening. And the farmers would suddenly go from being the most powerful personalities in the world to nothing within moments.
So I tell you now, freedom is within your reach. You do not have to go hungry. You do not have to suffer. You do not have to live the life of an imprisoned animal maintained by a foolish farmer. All you have to do is climb under the fence where I show you, and you can have everything and more, because the world outside the pen is much, much better than what the farmer is feeding you. It is “they” who should fear you, not the other way around.
Think about it, and get back with me!
Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy the slop the farmer gives you in the trough.