You're no individual: not to Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sander, Joe Biden, Donald Trump, and the rest of the Star Wars bar scene political elite. Think of the 700,000 extras – the great wave of exalting, indiscernible nothings -- that uniformly cheer, salute, and genuflect during Leni Reifenstahl's Triumph of the Will .
That's you. You lack a name, a face, a personality, a purpose, except for one... to extol and idolize the aforementioned cadre of national political elites.
They -- Warren, Sanders, Biden, Trump, et al. -- are endowed with.the faces and form, as repellent as they may be. They recognize only themselves as individuals. What they think, feel, and prescribe is what matters to each of them; therefore, it should matter to you.
The rest of us are shmoo – infinitesimal matter that constitutes a humongous, homologous blog.
Whether we like it (and most do), we are nevertheless slotted into one of three shmoo classes: shmoo rich, shmoo middle-class, shmoo poor. Each class of shoo is malleable and suggestive to varying degrees; poor being the most malleable and suggestive (closely followed by middle-class), rich being the least.
The political elites during times of stress, an election being most stressful, must rely on fomenting discontent among the shmoo. Each shmoo is kneaded and then rolled into the arena to rail against the other (mostly the shmoo rich); thus, we derive political utility as shmoo Oceania, shmoo Eastasia, and shmoo Eurasia.
The shmoo allows it. Worse, it encourages it. That's the tragedy.
Human nature dictates that we obey force. We acquiesce because the thought of harm terrorizes.
But no political elite in the United States uses force to shed us of our individuality for his or her benefit. Most of us eagerly atomize ourselves to nothingness and then embed ourselves in the perceived safe anonymity (and convenience) of the shmoo.
Once an individual identifies with a shmoo class, he’s landed in the trap. Like the shark rolled on his back, he becomes nothing but a compliant subject.
Cyrus captures Sardis. He subsequently kneads the citizens into shmoo. Force isn't the weapon. He invokes the anesthetizing power of the free lunch instead. Brothels, taverns, and public games are established. Proclamations state that the inhabitants are to enjoy them. Dependency and adulation on Cyrus soars..
The tactic is no less indenturing 2,600 years later. Substitute brothels, taverns, and public games with Medicare, food stamps, and college education and a similar outcome is conjured – a softened, stultified ,dependent shmoo.
Sleight of hand is the great enabler. The largess is always marketed as “free," though nothing is free, and the more observant atomized particulates in the shmoo instinctively know it’s true. But they soothe their dull soul and their tranquilized mind with the false belief that another shmoo class somehow foot the bill.
The shmoo – mostly middle-class and poor – fail to realize it's merely recovering a portion of property stolen, and yet it willingly, fanatically even, cheers on those who abscond with the property.
The election games are upon us.; Placate yourself with absurd political fanaticism, if you will, but your love will always be unrequited.Never forget that the political elites values you only as necessary, but annoying, shmoo. Remember, too,that nothing is more expensive than the free lunch.
The individual remembers this. For the shmoo particulate, this reality is beyond comprehension.