Keep On Rockin' In The Twilight Zone

They were never who you thought they were, or who they thought they were.

Twilight Zone S01 E05: Injecting Freedom
Premiere Date: May 21, 1959

Rod Serling
I want you to imagine a future, a not too distant future, where actors and musicians work on behalf of multi-national mega corporations who control all the governments of the world and work in tandem with unelected global technocrats. Imagine Elvis Presley telling those of his adoring fans who do not get themselves injected with an experimental toxin, for a virus that is no more deadly to them than the flu, that they are selfish killing machines putting all of mankind in danger by believing their bodies didn’t belong to these governments, corporations or the least intelligent and most neurotic of society. Imagine if you will these famous figures working on behalf of all powerful institutions to suppress freedom, bodily autonomy and civil liberties, while believing themselves to be stewards of righteousness and good will. In such a future, you will have entered the…Twilight Zone New Normal.

Vapid Mecca
There are numerous reasons Los Angeles is one of the most despicable places on earth. Trust me Good Citizens, I was born there. Even before the Soros-funded woke DA legalized violent crime to unleash a dystopian nightmare of deliberate anarcho-tyranny, or millions of homeless heroin addicts flocked there for the free needles and tiny canvas houses with gorgeous interstate freeway views; or the democrat policy reactions to a virus forced everyone toward a paradigm of herd animal behavior, child abuse and dehumanization, the city has always been a superficial and vapid national magnate for vain and narcissistic celebrity obsessed hordes to flock.

Actors and musicians. Musicians and actors. He has a script. She’s working on a project with so and so. “Have you heard of this new director blah blah blah? Well I’m doing set decoration on zir next film.” Today it’s also the mecca for the latest vapid and narcissistic craze of social media obsessed “hype houses” and “influencers”. Famous for downloading an application on their pocket computers and eagerly wasting their time making asses of themselves. It pays incredibly well to make an ass of yourself today. From Humphrey Bogart and Donna Reed to choreographing self debasing stunts to perform for the masses of low IQ automatons enamored with talentless nobodies. Welcome to the cultural New Normal.

When I asked a German friend what his impressions were of the city of angels, having traveled all over the United States, Europe, Asia and half of South America, he paused for a long moment to think and replied, “I don’t remember it so well to be honest. The only memory I have is the plane rising up over the pacific ocean and I looked back through the airplane window and all the way to the eastern horizon was smog and houses blended together like a wall of shit. I think my fondest memory was probably leaving.”

Neil Young
Imagine thinking because you had a few hit songs fifty years ago that you still had the power to cancel the largest podcaster in the world with over a hundred million listeners because you’re stupid enough to watch NPR and CNN and think that podcaster is disseminating “misinformation”. It takes a special level of delusion to arrive at this crossroads, willing to die on a big pharma/legacy media hill of propaganda and censorship while still believing you’re against “the man” and fighting “the system”.

There was good money to be made being against “the man” during the counter culture. It was the safe avenue, just like passively and obediently accepting what corporations, the controlled media and corrupt governments say today is the safe avenue. Ignorant and obnoxiously cringeworthy but completely safe. In the late 1960’s “the man” was the war, the draft, the FBI working against the radical ‘new left’, the conservative establishment in Nixon, in the religious foundations of the nuclear family staid 1950s idyllic Americana they could dangerously “rebel” against together.

There’s always safety in numbers. There’s always security when a movement pays very well in record and concert ticket sales and the number one consumer demographic is the coveted youth. It helps when the music and art are incredible too. But safety and security are key to understanding a movement that while against the institutions of power at the time, were still with little to no reputational or financial risk. Those with real skin in any movement risk being burned badly from the stance they take. That’s the first sign that the 1960s writers, filmmakers, artists and musicians never took any real risks, not to their pockets or reputation.

What made their art so effective and still cherished today was that they were the rebels, the skeptics, the ones going against all the power structures of the state, the military industrial complex and framed their crusade as being anti-establishment, anti-authority and for the people. All of that has been completely inverted the past twenty years, which is part of what has killed great art in America, because propaganda cannot exist as art. Art that obfuscates truth to serve institutions of power and ideological agendas will never be art, and this includes identity politics agendas driving casting decisions and choices of the woke cultural gatekeepers the past half decade.

This is why when you hear people like Neil Young obliviously servicing the agenda of the powerful while believing he’s doing something righteous for the people it truly feels like we’re living in the Twilight Zone.

The censorious celebrity rats emerge from the sinking corporate-state ship to bucket the water out. “Apple guy”. The lack of self-awareness is mind blowing.

Back then Neil Young created great music as he told us to keep on rockin’ in the free world. Today he wants to censor dissenting scientific voices on behalf of corporations and governments. So much for the free world. His lyrics will need a little retooling to better suit our present situation.

There’s bodies on the street
from the Wuhan flu
People trippin’ on their feet
People flippin’ for the crew
There’s Chinese actors on the road ahead
There’s oligarchs sayin’ we’d be better off dead
Don’t feel like thinkin’, don’t understand shame
If I cancel Joe Rogan, I’ll be relevant again
Keep on Rockin’ In Pfizer’s World!

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