The Reality™ Institute

That’s it. No more demise. Now get out.

DO THE DEMISE
Pt. 4 of 4

So Marky had pretty much putzed out with the drugs. It’s not that his stomach bothered him, he realizes, but rather that every action, every thought he now had did not seem to be his own. He lost the extreme discipline and self control that he had once so cherished. Before he could type faster than he could write. Now, sitting in front of his personal computer, the stream of thoughts comes so slowly that he can barely pluck at the keys, finger pecking. His real life degrades into a puddle on the floor. Now all he has is a conformity that is beyond him. He cannot dissent even if he tries.

His mother, who walks upstairs and gives him his dinner, is of no help. She merely funnels more Kraft Mac ‘n’ Cheese into her son, supplementing the psychiatric drugs with the harmful food of international industry. She is not complicit, she is merely acting in her own interest, or at least that interest that is allowed her in the skinny purview of mainstream society. Even she, an artist, cannot escape the forces capitalism creates. It is more convenient for her to cook Mac ‘n’ Cheese in the microwave than to shop for vegetables. She takes the path of least resistance, and Marky, once so innocent, becomes just another body sacrificed to activities beyond his control.

The story you have just read may seem familiar. That is because there are hundreds of thousands of cases just like Marky’s across this great land. The parents of our nation’s boys and girls–brainwashed by what they hear from psychiatrists in collusion with big business drug manufacturers, with the support of lobbyists in Washington–make decisions that can far too easily alter the destiny of countless youth.

And at what cost? Sure there are likely some who, overall, benefit from the ingestion of psychoacrtive drugs at a young age, but for the vast majority it far too easily hinders the consciousness that should be apparent to every human being–namely the fact that in everyone’s life there are myriad toxic forces beyond our control. A nation loaded with drugs cannot realize that we live in a heavily policed military-industrial consumer state. It cannot rise up against the forces of cruelty and ignorance that lead this world. In other words, we maybe are fucked. Corporate drug cartels rule the land and the young Marky of today will undoubtedly grow up to serve the system that in individual persons, be they a solider bleeding on foreign sands or a worker serving a faceless corporate master, really governs the country, and the world.