UNITED STATES OF AMNESIA
Why are so many Americans so dumb? As the death toll and radiation counts rise in Afghanistan, Iraq and dozens of other nations where U.S. forces are currently unleashed, as civilization-threatening oil depletion looms and climate shift ratchets daily upwards like a slowly squeezed trigger, this question is being asked with increasing urgency by the 95% of the world largely unglimpsed beyond blinkered U.S. borders.
To be sure, many forces are combining to damage our brains and manipulate our minds. Some of the known physical insults that daily destroy neurons and synergistically amplify each other's effects to disrupt the electro-chemical synapses of thought include nearly ubiquitous cell phones and microwave relay towers, artificial aspartame sweeteners, fluoridated water supplies, flickering fluorescent lights, never dismantled GWEN towers, HAARP transmissions, radar and satellite transmissions, lead leaching from old paint, and the mercury outgassing in our fillings, coal emissions, contaminated vaccines and heavily contaminated fish.
Add to this constant barrage, poor daily diets that deny the brain as well as the body of essential nutrients, severe stress, heavy drug and alcohol intake that further rob the brain of nutrition, chronic severe dehydration of brain cells from drinking everything else but water, unremitting noise on all frequencies - including brain-numbing ultrasounds pumping inaudibly from heavy industry, rote memorization of “his story” in schools built and operated like prisons, complete with metal detectors and armed guards.
All for our own security, of course.
Not to mention the daily distractions of thousands of sophisticated advertisements designed by neuroscientists to push our unconscious buttons and promote robotically reflexive behavior - whether buying more junk we do not need, or a politician's obvious lies and empty promises.
Fast-cuts averaging one every four seconds on teevee, and the mind-popping speed of computers leaves her with an attention span exactly as long as a clicker or mouse. Putting two thoughts together into a coherent new notion is pretty tough - even without the constant din and distraction of city “life” as it's referred to as if living in cages amidst noise, cement and toxic wastes is normal. Lack of water - and most people drink little of it - and oxygen - most people sip at the air when they breathe and rarely fill their belly with a breath of organic air that adequately aerates their being.
Then come carefully choreographed “news cycles” pumping the propaganda of feel-good consumption round-the-clock into our damaged and susceptible brains through a hypnotic medium impossible to ignore. Or expunge from our jangled central nervous systems.
It's enough to make zombies out of anybody.
People are being turned into sheep. And we either do not know it, or do not care. Because it is so much simpler not to care.
How many people? How frequently is this happening? Is it happening to me?
“I'm a little disconnected,” admits a character in “The Invasion” - a 2007 remake of the 1956 classic, “Invasion Of The Body Snatchers”.
What if you found out that your friends, neighbors, and loved ones were all being methodically replaced with unthinking, unfeeling clones of themselves?
What if you found out that their “dumbing down” was the result of a targeted conspiracy by elite families seeking worldwide enslavement? What if the conspirators tapped your phone calls, intercepted your Internet posts and emails - and knew of your noncompliance?
“And finally, the terrifying humdinger that pushes you over the brink,” this review finishes: “What if no one believed you?”
As one early chemtrails correspondent wrote to me: “I remember sitting on my porch and telling my husband that the trails from jets were different now days, they stayed longer in the sky and looked different. He laughed at me.”
It's easier that way.
And don't know it.
Yet it remains a curious and frightening corollary that those who are truly insane are the first to call dissenters crazy. As the Japanese say, “The nail that sticks up is soon pounded flat.”
By their actions - and especially by their lack of action in the face of ever more outrageous provocation - it appears that more and more Americans cannot think. Or care to think. Or care to care as their unelected leaders act with extraordinary pathology, stealing elections in blatant disregard for contrary exit polls, telling lie after lie, ordering mass murder to be perpetrated on helpless populations by robotic uniformed zombies drugged on testosterone, amphetamines, fear, power and patriotism. Illegal mass surveillance, illegal gulags, illegal torture, illegal renditions of foreign citizens spirited out of supposedly sovereign countries in the dead of night and flown to distant torture prisons without charges or hearings.
Yet Bush and Cheney are not arrested, not impeached, not challenged by the Congress and courts enacted to keep their powers in check. Instead their most egregious acts are met without strenuous demur from a citizenry convinced that as unquestioning citizens the jackboots will never come for them.
A lot of good Germans thought so, too.
A zombie is a reanimated corpse.
Stories of zombies originated in the Afro-Caribbean spiritual belief system of Vodou, which told of the dead being raised. Zombies are also found in the voodoo (or vodou) tradition in Haiti.
Centered around the rituals, graves and flitting shadows of Haiti, the Afro-Caribbean belief in “vodou” speaks with the conviction of the damned of walking corpses that appear to lack free will, or a soul.
In suburban America today, zombies were once normal neighbors who underwent “zombification” through spells and potions administered by "bokor" witch doctors masquerading as confabulating presidents, fear-peddling news anchors, pill-pushing medical doctors, flouridating dentists, mind-controlling security specialists, cellphone shills, and corporate-government collaborators pushing artificial sugar subsitutes.
Afterwards, the newly brain dead are used by their creators as slaves.
Are you a zombie?
If you're just going through the motions, “your soul has departed; you're a zombie, a member of the walking dead, a sleepwalker,” advises Sam Keen.
Though behaviorally and physically identical to normal humans, so-called “philosophical zombies” also lack consciousness. But they are much more difficult to detect than walking corpses.
Some modern writers now say that functional zombies “might even exist in the actual world.”
Why not?
Most human activity - from driving our cars, to talking with someone who bores us - is done unconsciously. While once conjured around campfires, modern North American zombies are "programmed" by the flickering blue lights of millions of TV screens.
As consc.net reports, “There are major neural pathways devoted to unconscious processing of visual inputs that leads directly to motor action.”
This 'zombie within' “unconsciously produces many of our motor responses, without our realizing it.”
[consc.net]
Yet many uncritical, flag-waving Americans sincerely believe that a nationwide zombie attack is not a serious threat to their homes and families.
“I am fine. Nothing is wrong. My country is the best country in the world. People shouldn't complain. People who ask questions are dangerous. People who are different are probably terrorists.”
These are the words of a zombie.
Attempting to defend zombies of all persuasions, Professor Selmer Bringsjord of the Department of Philosophy, Psychology & Cognitive Science at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute can come up with only this lame but telling excuse: “Zombies can't understand anything. Zombies are in principle no more than encased rocks.”
Chronicling “The Zombie Attack on the Computational Conception of Mind,” Bringsjord goes on to calmly comment that even a “system” as complex as a human being “could have… behavior without consciousness.”
So, despite their horrifying aspect, zombies are stupid.
And it is precisely their lack of feeling, consciousness and common sense that makes zombies armed with the superstitious righteousness of church and state - and more weapons than all other nations combined - so extremely dangerous.
“You can't argue with a zombie,” argues Jaron Lanier. “Arguing with zombies is generally futile. Zombies are having a significant indirect influence on cultural and political thought, and I wish to thwart them.”
Explaining how he came to experience his zombie epiphany, Lanier laments: “I faced a class comprised mostly of zombies at Dartmouth. If they can be found at Dartmouth your home town is not far behind.”
[loris.net]
Did Lanier learn about zombies under Owen Flanagan? This professor of the Departments of Philosophy, Psychology and Neurobiology at Duke University calls the zombie “a mere automaton.”
“Zombies behave just like we do, but are completely 'mindless' in the conscious sense,” writes Professor Flanagan.
If so…
“How can we be sure that some or all of the people around us are not zombies?” Flanagan asks. “Zombies who grew up in our midst might become glib in the use of our language.”
ZONED OUT
How did this happen? How did a nation of fractious, informed, questioning and often rebellions citizenry become so docile? Why do so many Americans seem as crazy as Bush? Not all, not everyone to be sure. But enough to intimidate and demoralize the rest.
Even in the midst of their Obama hysteria, why don't enough Americans take personal responsibility for what their country is doing in their name? Are they brainwashed? Or brain damaged?
Being stupid has its costs. But willful ignorance - which precludes the possibility of learning from the mistakes we arrange for ourselves - is worse. As a photojournalist, I have traveled the world propelled by sail and jet turbine and spent time among amazing people, from Micronesia to Kyoto, Swatow, Rabaul and the Middle East in war time, and the United States is the only culture I have encountered that destroys its young - poisoning them from birth, co-opting their minds and bodies to serve in endless campaigns of consumption and related conquest - while bequeathing a hellish future onboard a foundering space colony surrounded by the cold, irradiated vacuum of deep space, as water and oil run out…
Any way you look at it, it's a suicide scenario that does not have to be. All we have to do is change our minds.
But what “minds” do the lobotomized possess? And how can the brainwashed wish for anything different?
In Zombie Nation I will document conclusively that most Americans are as brain-damaged as their unelected “president” who stole two elections and the entire US treasury out from under them - mortgaging their children's children to unpayable debts they did not incur. Summoning whatever synapses we have left, together, we will confront the many forces at work eroding American brains and minds into stupidity and weirdness.
Chapter by chapter we will explore the most potent, lab-verified active agents working synergistically to destroy human brain tissue in the United States today. We will look at the effects of cell phones, microwave relay towers (lots of microwaves), aspartame, fluoride, Gwen, HAARP, chemtrails, mercury (lots of mercury), constant highly toxic noise, leaching plastics and other chemical poisons, junk food, junk media, deliberate mind control, Verichip implants, and serotonin-inhibiting drugs - on brain neurons and the subtle synapses of electro-chemical thought.
Only zombies batten on the blood of their children and strangers without asking why.
But it is hard to synch with - or even identify - reality, when your brain is under constant assault.
The Big Question remains: Are all these factors - the fluoride, aspartame, noise, microwaves, chemtrails - being deliberately induced as part of a conspiracy to dumb us down and control us like… zombies? Or are these unintended consequences of what seemed like profitable expedience at the time?
In the book's conclusion we will answer an even bigger question: WHAT CAN WE DO?
The most effective antibiotic to any attempts at mind control: Question everything. As Walt Whitman and Edward Abbey advised, “Resist much, obey little.”
Being alert to your mental/physical/emotional surroundings is a survival advantage. Being aware is empowering.
Be especially aware of the food you put in your mouth, and the imagery and thoughts you put in your mind - and give emotional weight to. For the First Law of the Universe states: We attract whatever energy we put out.
Be passionate. Seek allies. Celebrate life. Celebrate your victories. No victory is too small. Remember: laughter and ridicule deflate demons.
Rent and watch the original “Body Snatchers” minus the glitz and special effects of the latest version. The film's final lesson is shouted, emphasized, underlined and otherwise reiterated:
DON'T FALL ASLEEP!
DON'T FALL ASLEEP!
Zombie Nation Photo Credits
zombie-nation zombie-nation.net
zombie person trizle.com
zombies sf_laughingsquid.com
zombie gnaws on Imac crave.cnet.com
zombie child mtv.com
zombie crowd blog.oregonlive.com
Possessed by spirit at sacred Sucry pool Haiti, Aug. 15, 2002. Daniel Morel AP
Clueless and dangerous jcnot4me.com
Flat-lined theoriginalnetworker.com
Tom Tomorrow cartoon thismodernworld.com
Verichip implant applied-data-solutions-wired.com
Zombie nearlife cartoon consc.net
Excerpted from my forthcoming ebook (soon available as an online download):
by
William Thomas
It's enough to scare hell into anybody…
You walk into the big city newsroom to inquire why the lack of coverage concerning the broad white plumes being laid down in giant X's and tic-tac-toe patterns by a formation of big unmarked jets hijacking the sky right overhead.
Everything seems reassuringly normal: cell phones chirping, FOX and CNN anchors soundlessly parroting carefully prepared scripts over muted overhead monitors. Reporters intently tap keyboards as they rewrite official press releases into “news”. Only the woman at the inquiries desk looks up.
Holy God! Your mouth gapes open to shriek. And just whimpers. As if unable to register your presence, the receptionist's cadaverous empty sockets fix hungrily on a poster showing a guitar-strumming Bush grinning vacantly as the waters close over New Orleans.
Her own smile is a rictus of rotting teeth. Swiveling her head in a complete circle, she locks on the scrape of your involuntary step back. Long ribbons of flesh trail from a skeletal wrist as she raises a hand in robotic greeting. Those empty eye-sockets never blink as you start to gag.
“Can I help you?” asks this living corpse with a blood-sucking leer.
“Nooooo!”
As you stagger from the glass-and-steel crypt, your last glimpse of the poster shows it morphing into the corpse-strewn ruins of Fallujah.
On the sidewalk outside, passersby shuffle aside without looking up to gauge the disturbance in their midst. Desperate for validation, you block the progress of well-heeled businessman.
“Excuse me,” you address someone whose bewilderment or fright you cannot assess, because even in near-collision he has yet to glance up. “Please look at the sky and tell me what you see.”
Despite what you presume to be a shared humanity, this good citizen stands silent and unmoving. Even after enduring the crush of rush-hour subway crowds, his light-snuffing black suit and matching polished shoes remain as unruffled as his countenance, which sends no signals at all.
You try again.
“Please, just look up and tell me if you've ever seen a sky like that before.”
Still the stranger refuses to look at a dozen spreading white plumes already starting to haze a once blue sky. Two passing airliners leave no contrails at all.
Instead, he raises his head just enough for you to get a good look at his own white, sightless eye-sockets. Somehow you know the blood drooling from his mouth isn't his.
The well-dressed ghoul doesn't flinch when you scream and jump back. Colliding with a woman laden with packages, you both go down in a tangled heap. Her body feels so slack and synthetic, your apologetic flirtation dies on your lips. The mute automaton whose smothering embrace you cannot seem to disengage peers past you without seeing from a hollow socketed skull.
Frantically twisting over, you scan the passing crowd for help. For the first time since this nightmare began, your pavement perspective allows you to glimpse the downturned faces scurrying around this unusual and therefore frightening obstruction. Even confronting disruption and possible danger, everyone wears identical expressionless masks of uncaring incomprehension.
And then you know.
You are trapped in a Zombie Nation.
A truly efficient totalitarian state is one in which the “population of slaves… do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.” - Aldous Huxley
HOW TO TELL IF YOU'RE A ZOMBIE
They walk among us.
They are us.
They look normal. Except for their eyes. Blank stares. Flat-lined. When was the last time you met someone with twinkling eyes? Those who are not zombies can find each other by our puckish humor and twinkling eyes.
Have you noticed how the people around you have become walking zombies? I am not referring to the authentic, spiritual Ouidah of Haiti. Not to possession as a conscious, temporary choice of revelation - but as a permanent unconscious state.
