In this matrix board of life, where the current flows in a set direction, a thought opposing this ubiquitous wave could cause a short circuit — which is thoughts for self-sustenance and not a wretched self-sacrifice for this shoddy old, rugged board of deceit.
This short circuit is awesome for us innocent civilians.
You're right, there is a war.
But not the story they're propagating.
The war is not between 2 tribes but actually between the control master's and us. Their signature attack being to throw us onto each other, while they orchestrate the chaos and profiteer out of “Planned Disorder”.
Credits: “Devious Western Propaganda”
Propaganda: The Superpower of the Wannabe Superpowers.
The propaganda machine has been on, selling dreamscape bubbles that pop as you try to lay hold of it. The colossal dream of luxury products and exotic locations are nothing but a vapor of dismal reality.
Culminating into one question when you get there...
Now what?! I'm here in Bali. I love it. But, now what? What's the meaning of life?
Why the heck am I told how to think on print media and on the internet?
Like back when there was a ripped jeans wave in 2017 in the US?
Bloke Perfectly seasoned for Broke.
Why the heck are we so impressionable and mindlessly following in the current, breaking the bank to buy a pair of tatters and then flaunting the garb as if we’re on the glorious runway? (The runway being the path perfectly pre-paved for you to already be ready for your broke future once you get to the western soil after keeping your organs on mortgage and now you’re all set to wear those torn jeans and accept your future hand-me-downs from this oh-so-great superpower, yayyy)
The propaganda does what it literally says…
It propagates, by subliminally engineering ideas and actions into your mind.
If one could control minds - He could control purchases, habits, choices, everything. The money shall follow.
A little precap to the event at the decisive table of deceit...
Enter Mr. Bourgeois.
Clap, clap!!
All you peasants from the 3rd world... push sales for:
1. Ripped Jeans
2. Foreign Degrees (Not planning on giving any jobs post that)
3. Cryptocurrency (Rubbish Currency from the netherworld)
4. Fidget Spinner
The worst out of them all, that abominable fidget spinner. I shake my leg a little and ooohh, sirens blaring “ADHD”!!!
Sell the man some rubbish reject cheapjack stuff from our factories with “proven scientific backing” for ADHD.
You're right. There is a disease. Not in the one shaking his leg, that's just high energy. But in the one's propagating this spinner… It's called “ADGreedy”.
We're all out here in India, following some random dude's orders trying to control events from the propaganda control center back in the US, paying to be enslaved to orders rather than "being paid".
All to streamline sales and level out economies that have nothing to do with where I stand at the moment.
India is a beauteous place, with cuisine so fresh and eclectic, exotic locations to hover to, bills so cheap... a little accelerated current from the West is a tad bit rigged for us to be demoted and deported for satiating a self-proclaimed monarchical invisible man calling the shots.
Destroy this matrix of propaganda.
I do what I want, in the land where…
1. I have my citizenship.
2. I have equal rights.
3. I can afford things without selling myself.
4. I'm of the color of the soil.
5. If work takes me globally, I'm in for a spin as a “first class” visitor.
6. But anything debasing. Buzz Off!
If a heavily controlled war is exchanging energies and cash among the top tier, why are we to fall out with our immediate neighbors without knowing the complete business of war profiteering?
Why are we to be sacrificed as mere pawns?
Crush the propaganda at its roots and there comes harmony and order. The puppet master must pull strings connected to the drain and not to innocent men and women unbeknownst to the agenda behind all this propagated fog.
The connection between civilians can always be peaceful, if the distortion of this self-servient propaganda machine is silenced.
The antenna broken and the radio smashed.
Now, we can access true connections with the rest of the civilians seeking ways to overthrow this detrimental hierarchy that seeks to turn us into:
1. Pimps
2. Whores
3. Terrorists.
You're birthing trouble and so-called "terrorists" when you're apprehending random people after promising them permanent resident-hood.
But once they have no more nickels to throw at your greedy skulls you deport them and expect them to not come for you?
That's quite a glitch in the mind of the Master. Hahaha.
Long story short in this crucible of time…life's not to be lived like a chess coin in some hyper-systemic propaganda-driven hemisphere, where the wind perfectly sifts you to separate you from your affluence and status that you anyway had back home.
I'm not an American Idiot… (referring to the propaganda, not literally). I'm an Indian Boss.
Be the glitch in the code and avoid the deceitful circuitous expedition of the West.