Recently by Eric Peters: How ‘Safety’ Requirements Make Your Car Less Actually Safe
In the ’70s, there was The Hustle. We’ve got a new dance here in the Homeland. It’s called The Holocaust Shuffle. The steps are easy to learn. Just stand here, legs apart – and arms up. Say nothing – and do exactly as you are told. Now, freeze in place. There! You are almost ready… .
What are they normalizing? We all know, deep down – it’s just that most of us don’t want to face up to it. We can’t bear to. It is inconceivable. Unimaginable. Impossible. It would upend the conditioning of a lifetime – our entire view of the world. Of our country and culture – of the people all around us.
Such things can’t happen again. And certainly not here.
Ah, but they can. Right here, too.
They already are. And the process began long before the events of nineleven – the new High Holy Day here in the land of the formerly somewhat free. It has been a work in progress since at least the 1980s – when the notion of randomly stopping people – the first frontal assault upon the Fourth Amendment – was introduced and accepted by the courts and then the public. Got to get those dangerous drunks off the road, you see.
Fast forward 20 years and now people are randomly groped as a matter of routine. Got to get those dangerous terrorists now, you see. Personal space itself is no longer inviolate. They can literally spread your cheeks and jam a thumb up your anus now. Just to be “safe.” Over a traffic stop. No, seriously. Don’t believe it? Believe it. They can throw you over the hood of a squad car and draw your blood. They can kick in the door of your home. They can shoot your dog if they feel it threatens “officer safety.” And they can shoot you, too. That’s today.
Try to imagine what it will be like 20 years from now.
Or even five.
It takes time to reorient the instincts of an entire culture – like making bread. The “yeast” is always The Fear – in its ultimate form, of a bogeyman who transmogrifies into ether – and who can never be caught. A perpetual threat means perpetual war.
And perpetual terror.
Emanuel Goldstein wears a beard and caftan now. But he serves the same purpose.
Keep them terrified. Denounce those who aren’t terrified for lack of patriotism – and exposing the country to danger.
The Reichsmarschall knew all about it.
Insert among them legions of costumed Authority Figures – and make them as unavoidable as bumpers in a pinball machine. Demand servility – “respect for law enforcement” – and teach the people that obedience is the ultimate virtue. Deify authority itself.
“Safety” and “Security” must become the Two Commandments of this new order. One can never have enough of either, you see. That is the beauty of the thing.