THE DEGRADATION OF A CULTURE . . .
. . . FROM A READER:
. . .What we old hippies think of as “sexual liberation”, Hollywood and the Frankfurt School insiders viewed as “social degradation”.
. . . Researchers, when they first see the vast network of controlling elements below the surface of our civilization, are inclined to want to share their revelations. After all, everyone wants the truth, right? The first two lessons the researcher must learn is that those who are engineering our culture don’t like being pointed to, and no, not everyone is interested in the truth, especially if it means finding out that much of what we think and value as true, our social habits, our cherished notions, our ideas about sex and family and even our understanding of “psychology”, are not necessarily “ours” at all, but in many cases, something “given” to us by those who choose to remain invisible.
Psychology moves into the spiritual realm when a group of these elite societal engineers realize they can destroy the integrity of a nation (for eventual inclusion in a new world system) by moving the central focus of its people from the higher centers (morality, ethics, integrity, social responsibility, ideals, principles, accountability, manners, civil society) to the lower centers (the “I, me, my” culture of “self help” and “manifesting”, removal of all sexual restraints, “the end justifies the means” thinking, love of material wealth (Madonna’s “Material Girl”), the idea that humans are just animals, pursuit of pleasure, etc.)
Once the thought occurs to you that much of who and what you are is not “yours” at all, but just programming and conditioning that someone else has decided you should have—only then does the desire begin to separate the “conditioning” from the “real you”. This begins the very PERSONAL search for the uncontaminated self, the “original being”.
As you uncover your own conditioning, one piece at a time, one ego shattering revelation after another, you begin to “see” the people around you differently. You here them talk about politics, about society, about the movies, about…well, EVERYTHING and you suddenly realize you no longer “live there”, that you have stepped out of the mainstream flow of ideas, thinking and values.
From this point forward, the “system” will mark you as an “escapee” and will begin to keep track of you (not in any way you will notice). But you needn’t worry about that so much these days. There are too many people waking up and they do not have sufficient resources to bring them all back into the corral. That’s why they’ve speeded up the “degradation” process.
Want an example? Go down to your local Blockbuster Video store and check how many of the movies on the racks are HORROR films. Yes, I know. You’re thinking, “where is he going with this?”. Just do it. Stop by your local Blockbusters and check out the percentage of films on the rack that are horror films. And if you think it’s because we just passed Halloween, come back in a month and you will see the horror films have not left the racks.
You might actually be surprised.
You might actually say to yourself, “gee, I never noticed this before”.
Now why would Hollywood want us all watching more horror films?]
“We will plant chaos in peoples' heads”
“Cinema, theatre, literature will cultivate the lowest human feelings.”
At one of secret Masonic meetings in presence of vice president Truman, minister of finance Morgenthau and B.Baruch, Dulles said: "US would use all their might and money to dupe people. Human brain is liable for change. We will plant chaos in peoples' heads and we will replace their true values with false ones. We will find allies in Russia. Step by step we will watch the slow death of the most rebellious nation ever existed. Cinema, theatre, literature will cultivate the lowest human feelings. We will impose a cult of sex, violence, treachery etc. We will make a mess of a government. Honesty and morale will become redundant. Cruelty, lies, drug and alcohol abuse, distrust and hostility will become essential part of life. Generation after generation will be undermined. Youth will be our tool. We have to corrupt and subvert it".
[Ed: Unable to verify above quotation, from the writings of Oleg Platanov - "Russia's Crown of Thorns- Secret History of Freemasonry" 1731-1996]
Morrison writes a column called "Ask an Astrobiologist" on NASA's Website. He has been receiving questions from people genuinely worried about what may happen in 2012. The questions aren't as funny as you might think. "I've had three from young people saying they were contemplating committing suicide," says Morrison. "I've had two from women contemplating killing their children and themselves. I had one last week from a person who said, 'I'm so scared, my only friend is my little dog. When should I put it to sleep so it won't suffer?' And I don't know how to answer those questions."
From The Sunday Times
November 15, 2009
I knew I had to stop when I wanted to kill real grannies
(Drew Farrell)
Fay Weldon
I have a confession to make. I am a secret videogame enthusiast.
Ask around and you find you are not alone. Many of my fellow writers do it: work until we hit a difficulty, switch to the familiar game, play for a while, and then back to the manuscript, and lo! — the unconscious has used the time miraculously to solve the problem.
However, the games can have strange and troubling effects on one’s perception of reality. I once had a flirtation with a game called Carmageddon, in which one scored points for running down little old ladies. But I stopped, appalled, when I realised that I was beginning to feel the urge to do exactly that in real life. I would feel my hands twitching on the steering wheel, trying to follow a pattern my mind had laid down.
I was at the time a member of the video appeals committee, an arm of the British Board of Film Classification, and when the subject of Carmageddon came up I found myself on the side of those who wanted the game banned.
If it affected me, an equable elderly female, in this way, how would it affect the young and spirited males who at that time made up the bulk of the game-playing market?
The makers changed the little old ladies into aliens and gave them green blood not red, so the attraction was lost anyway. If they have green blood you lose interest, which was another dreadful realisation.
Since then I have played safe, classic empire-building games — Caesar III, Age of Empire, Black and White — over and over and over as a calming device for my overheated imagination during novel writing.
These games are all cause and consequence. If you don’t defend the perimeters of the Kingdom, you get invaded; forget to fertilise the crops, and the nation starves. In The Sims (dolls-houses for the digital age) if you don’t feed the baby the social worker turns up to take it away: remove the swimming-pool ladder so the swimmers drown and their ghosts turn up to haunt you. It’s all highly moral, so that a questioning portion of the brain, unchallenged, switches off: it serves the same purpose as a quick nap from which you wake refreshed.
Contemporary games are different. They wake you up, they don’t send you to sleep. The graphics are now so vivid and the vision of violence so horrific, one fears for a future in which the distinction between reality and fantasy has been chipped away to almost nothing.
Fay Weldon’s novel Chalcot Crescent is published by Corvus
CHALLENGING OUR THINKING ABOUT MILITARY SERVICE AND WAR
By Paul Rockwell
Submitted by Florida Vets for Peace
[…]
As one Vietnam veteran put it years ago: "They kept fucking with my mind."
In 1994 Jonathan Shay, staff psychiatrist in the Department of Veterans Affairs, published a pioneering work on post traumatic stress - Achilles in Vietnam: Combat Trauma and the Undoing of Character. According to Shay, who recorded volumes of testimony from Vietnam veterans, commanders routinely try to efface the perceptions and the normal feelings of compassion among American troops. Military necessity, including the ever-present need for political propaganda, determines what is perceived, and how it is perceived, in war.
It was an extremely common experience in Vietnam, Shay writes, to be told by military superiors dealing with crime and trauma: "You didn't experience it, it never happened, and you don't know what you know." And it was fairly common for traumatized soldiers to say to reporters: "It didn't happen. And besides, they had it coming." Shay recorded the testimony of one veteran who, in great anger, describes the pressures to alter his perceptions of collective murder.
"Daylight came, and we found out we killed a lot of fishermen and kids...You said to the team, ‘Don't worry about it. Everything's fucking fine.' Because that's what we were getting from upstairs. The fucking colonel says, ‘Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it. We got body count.' They'd be handing out fucking medals for killing civilians. So in your mind you're saying, ‘Ah, fuck it, they're just gooks.' I was sick over it, after this happened. I actually puked my guts out...But see, it's all explained to you by captains and colonels and majors. ‘Fuck it, they was suspects anyways. You guys did a great job. Erase it. It's yesterday's fucking news.'"
[…]
MEANWHILE, BACK TO THE VIDEO GAMES: CLIP FROM ARTICLE BELOW:
"However, the new game has caused outrage after it was revealed players could plot terror attacks against civilians.
Keith Vaz, Labour MP for Leicester East, said: 'I am absolutely shocked by the level of violence in this game and am particularly concerned about how realistic the game itself looks.'
The new game has caused outrage after is was revealed players can plot terror attacks against civilians
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 set to smash videogame sales record
By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 11:35 AM on 12th November 2009
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 is set to become the fastest selling videogame of all time as it goes on sale today, according to industry experts.
More than 2.4million pre-orders have been placed in the U.S for the battle game from Activision Blizzard Inc - the highest in the publisher's history.
Crowds gathered in London's Leicester Square for a 'premiere' for the game complete with tanks and military costumes ahead of the epic hitting the shelves.
Analysts expects Call of Duty to sell five million units on the first day and up to eight million units in the first week. That would beat last year's blockbuster Grand Theft Auto IV.
Play.com chief Stuart Rowe said he expected the game would be the 'biggest selling entertainment product release eve' and they were taking more than 150 pre-orders a minute at peak times.
'Modern Warfare' is expected to delight mainstream videogame players along with the franchise's fan base of hardcore gamers thrilled by first-person shooter titles.
'It's designed to be as much of a breathlessly cinematic experience as simple run-n-gun outing,' said Scott Steinberg from the website Digital Trends.
'Beyond offering tremendous value courtesy of both its single and multiplayer options, it's also a surefire home theatre showpiece.'
'Beyond offering tremendous value courtesy of both its single and multiplayer options, it's also a surefire home theatre showpiece.'
Multiplayer options allow people share consoles or link on the internet to play together as characters in the videogame as an alternative to going solo.
Reviewers have heaped early praise on 'MW2' for its game play and vivid graphics.
'Fire it up on a new LCD or plasma HDTV, and it's all but guaranteed to make the neighbors' jaws drop,' Mr Steinberg said.
'Soldiers' at the llaunch of the new video game in London
However, the new game has caused outrage after is was revealed players could plot terror attacks against civilians.
Keith Vaz, Labour MP for Leicester East, said: 'I am absolutely shocked by the level of violence in this game and am particularly concerned about how realistic the game itself looks.'
The new game has caused outrage after is was revealed players can plot terror attacks against civilians

Players take part in a series of first-person challenges which put them in the place of soldiers.
Among the most controversial is a situation where the gamer must decide whether to kill unarmed civilians at a Russian airport in order to infiltrate a terrorist group.
The scenes have been deemed so shocking Activision has issued warnings and included 'checkpoints' in the game giving players an option to skip some episodes.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 has been praised for its 'cinematic quality'
The First Ladette: How Germaine Greer's legacy is an entire generation of loose-knickered lady louts
Last updated at 10:22 AM on 10th November 2009
You see them clack-clacking along the pavement, fat-faced British girls with goose-pimpled thighs en route to the disco. In the third blast from his new book on the dumbing down of Britain, Quentin Letts holds Germaine Greer responsible for at least some of this destruction of feminine modesty and decency.

Counter-culture pin-up: Feminist Germaine Greer pictured in 1974
Foreigners retain a touchingly generous image of the British. They imagine us as people of gracious airs, opening doors for the infirm, standing when strangers enter the room. We say 'please' and 'thangyew' and 'don't mention it - I insist'.
Overseas caricaturists draw Britons as fastidious dressers, the men attired in Savile Row suits with polished brogues and a furled brolly, the women modest, twin-setted, pearled.
We drink tea from fine china cups and lay the table for breakfast, complete with marmalade spoon and cruet.
We address each other by our surnames, using respectful 'Mr' this and 'Mrs' or 'Miss' that. We read Beatrix Potter to our obedient, soap-scented children.
No we don't! When did you last see a twin-set? When did you last see a British woman blush? As for 'Cruet', he's that new French striker signed by United. We have become a nation of hard-ball hedonists, groin scratchers, beer-bellied burpers in armpit vests.
The 21st-century weekend aesthetic is: 'Why should we bother to tidy ourselves on days off?' Social climbing, once an improving rod for our backs, has vanished from large parts of urban society. When it comes to mufti and leisure time, the cry of modern Britain is: 'One for grunge and grunge for all.'
Many of us are bog-standard class, dingy in our habits, lazy about propriety, careless of disapproval. We feel little compunction about eating and drinking in the street and at weekends some think nothing of lying a-bed until noon.
Many is the wastrel who remains in his skimpies until lunch, hair askew, chin unshaved, emerging from his pit only to slope down the pub for a few bevvies in front of the satellite TV football. It's life, Jim, but not as you'd want your child to lead it.
We cannot look to the young members of the Royal Family for much of an example. Having been told by Leftists that they should behave like a 'bicycling monarchy' and that they should be more like their subjects, Princes William and Harry go boozing at London nightclubs and seem happy to be photographed leaving in the early hours, eyes halfclosed, clothes crumpled.
Their friends say: 'Give the guys a break - these are young military officers having some R and R.' We are told this behaviour shows what well-adjusted, ordinary Joes they are.
Princes William and Harry, pictured, fail to set much of an example to British youth, argues Quentin Letts
But this climbing down into the gutter is a dangerous tactic, for the other residents of the gutter may very well soon say: 'If you are joining us down here, why should we regard you with any awe?'
The magic of monarchy may not last if this faux egalitarianism is pursued too long by Clarence House.
While the Princes set a crass example to other young men of their age, women no longer leave the hell-raising simply to the boys. They join in, trying to match their men mojito for mojito.
They have lost the centuries-old idea of being demure in public. The sort of slender-lipped, self-questioning, hesitant lover played by Celia Johnson in David Lean's 1945 film Brief Encounter is now found only in recently arrived immigrant families.
The native British girls have become fat-faced 'ladettes', goose pimples rising on the skin of their exposed thighs as they clack-clack-clack along the pavement en route to the weekend disco, destination bonk.
If they are really lucky, perhaps they will bed a prince.
Older generations would call these women 'slappers' - and they would be right. Before the night is out, some of them will be bending over a storm drain, puking, weeping, wailing 'e don't love me!' before passing out under some sulphurous street lamp.
Paaaaargh for the coarse.
This is the 21st-century British way, a grottiness not seen on this crowded island since the early 1800s before Sir Robert Peel formed his police force to tame the grottier purlieux of London.
Women drink because they are trying to show how free they are. Here, sisters, is an unwelcome dividend of female emancipation.
Liberation has led to loucheness, a way of life which brings its own imprisonment.
Emmeline Pankhurst would be horrified, but this is where the remorseless quest for rights has taken the fairer sex. It has overshot liberty and landed in a sweaty jungle where women are equal to men in squalor and excess.
They are expected to get as plastered as the blokes and any girl who sticks to a nice pineapple juice will be unfairly mocked as 'frigid'.
Women reminiscent of Celia Johnson's character in the 1946 film Brief Encounter no longer exist
In a century we have gone from an over-genteel society which covered table legs to the other extreme in which girls publicise their sexual availability by wearing T-shirts baring their flab-mottled bellies.
Four hundred years ago William Shakespeare depicted this type with his 'country copulatives' in As You Like It.
There was one difference. In Shakespeare's day the gap-toothed country girl offering easy pleasure would later exact her price - the ball and chain of marriage.
Yet thanks to the messianic toil of the equality crowd, marriage has gone down the khazi, discarded by scowling intellectuals as a form of religio-sexual bondage, institutional sexism minted at the altar of a male-run religion.
And so women have been denied the financial and romantic security which came with marital vows. Women's lib gave men an excuse not to make a commitment and many of them promptly took it.
One woman who must bear some of the blame is Germaine Greer, the freckled Sheila who came to Britain in the early 1960s in search of fame, fortune and most of all headlines.
A consequence of Germaine Greer's convention-shattering ways was the destruction of modesty, says Quentin Letts
To her, feminism was about a declaration of sexual power and she began arguing that case in newspapers, books and on the airwaves. Women had to assert their sexual hunger in order to claim their rightful place alongside the hump-and-dump men.
To prove her point, Miss Greer set about the traditionalists of 1960s Cambridge rather as the brown-shorted, cork-hatted settlers of Tasmania once loaded their hunting rifles and went after the short-eared possum and the Aborigine.
Bang bang. That was Germaine's tactic. Wham bam bang.
This dinkum thinker posed in fields in her underwear, sometimes less, to plug her books.
She seized up and discarded men like a tramp investigating old sandwich wrappers in a municipal rubbish bin. It was her prerogative as a woman so to do. Women had the right to misbehave.
Miss Greer by flaunting her bosoms and spitting out men as disposable sex objects, may have created a lucrative career for herself.
She may have enabled women to cast aside horridly uncomfortable 1960s brassieres, instruments of near medieval torture. There was, though, a price to pay.
One consequence of her convention- shattering ways was a destruction of modesty and decency.
Hedonistic? Exciting? Novel? Daring? Germaine Greer's glory days were all of those. But the loss of dignity they entailed meant that the standing of women deteriorated.
With that, the conduct of men worsened. They no longer felt they owed their female acquaintances any sort of behavioural discount.
Statistics suggest that violent behaviour against women - and even by women against men - has risen. If women were to be treated equally, as Miss Greer demanded, surely it became no worse to hit a woman than a geezer. So certain cavemen seemed to think.
The very notion of being a gent became redundant if men and women were the same.
When the RMS Titanic sank in 1912, a large proportion of the female passengers survived, but 80 per cent of the men on board went down with the ship, doomed by chivalry. They had observed the code of 'women and children first' to the lifeboats.
Would that happen today? After the onslaughts of sexual equality, it seems unlikely. Anyone using such a term on a modern-day Titanic would probably find himself rapped on the shoulder by the ship's diversity champion and told he had uttered a sexist comment which would be investigated by the relevant authorities, just as soon as the lifeboats reached land.
Binge drinking has become the norm for young British women
There was an arrogance to Germaine Greer's sermonising, a privileged blindness to the fact that gender liberation might be amusing for a university graduate such as herself, but was less practicable for poorer, less cerebral women.
What about the low-paid shop-girl who followed Miss Greer's creed, bedded numerous men and then found herself up the spout and shunned in her provincial town as the local 'bicycle'?
Was she better off as a result of her behaviour? A working-class girl does not have the luxury of moving easily to another job in another city, as more prosperous women do.
The teenager who gives birth to a couple of bastards may be thrilled to know that Miss Greer (herself childless) approves of her right to have babies young.
That, however, does not pay the nappy bills or improve her chances of rearing well-balanced offspring.
The State produced an answer to this quandary. It changed benefit rules to make it advantageous to be a single mother. In terms of individual happiness and children's welfare this was unwise, but feminist orthodoxy was more important than common sense.
The public housing privileges accorded to single mothers are bog-standard madness, unfairness committed in the name of equality.
Two-parent families - come on, let's be outrageous and call them 'normal families' - are discriminated against.
They see the single mothers queue-barge them on the waiting list for subsidised accommodation.
Naturally, they think: 'Well, if that's what happens when you have a child out of wedlock, why bother with marriage?'
And so the institution of marriage, which has done more than anything over the centuries to glue society together, is weakened.
This suits the equality freaks. They hate marriage. All that 'love, honour and obey' stuff shivers their timbers. Yet married couples stay together longer, produce stabler children and generally have a kinder, happier time than their cohabiting counterparts.
How different things might have been if Germaine Greer had become a happily married mother. But she was that rare bird (dangerous word), a sexual nomad, in sway to the new, her own experience of marriage being a three-week dalliance - and even during that she managed to be unfaithful.
This woman should never have been a sherpa to public policy. She was - is - a freak. An interesting freak, I grant you. But still a freak.
She would no doubt be relaxed about the current teenage pregnancy rate in Bog-Standard Britain.
We have one of the highest in the world, some 50 per cent of which lead to abortions. We Brits are also in the world premier league when it comes to sexually transmitted diseases among the young.
The equality brigade has a stock reply to this: more sex education in primary schools! The more this is tried, the worse the problem becomes.
The one thing they have not tried is questioning the orthodoxies of feminism. Might not the unhappiness and social disruption of so many teenage pregnancies be linked to the promiscuous hedonism preached since the 1960s by the likes of Germaine Greer?
Meanwhile, swaggering proudly alongside this phalanx of distaff debauchery there has emerged a curious tonsorial fashion - the follicly challenged male. First there was Yul Brynner, then there was Kojak. Now you walk down the street and almost every hundred yards you are confronted by a man with a shaved head. Skinhead alley.
Hairstyles have risen and fallen over the centuries. From archaeology and art history we conclude that the ancient Brits wore their hair long.
The Norman invaders of 1066 went in for pudding-bowl cuts, as did Henry V (aka Laurence Olivier). Cromwell wore his hair roughly to the same length as Ozzy Osbourne's and the Restoration fops could have been models for David Ginola.
By the late 1960s we were back to beards and straggly locks, John Lennon leading the way with his Jesus look (excepting the spectacles and Japanese fancy woman) when he staged his bed-in in Amsterdam. So much for hair fashion.
The move, of late, has been to have no hair at all and the men of Bog-Standard Britain seem to have taken their lead from the Mitchell brothers who swaggered into EastEnders, the BBC's main primetime soap opera, in 1990.
The Mitchells soon became the programme's chief motor, their toughness - you could call it oikishness - setting the tone of the programme. As role models go, these two were a disaster.
They were shorn not only of their hair but of all sophistication. Blowing a raspberry against self-improvement, they had no concept of morality or sociability. Those hairstyles said it all: brazen, aggressively ugly, naked in their nastiness.
British blokes saw the Mitchells lauded and kowtowed to by the other characters in EastEnders, and thought, as in Punch and Judy: 'That's the way to do it!' Soon they were emerging from barber's shops like golf balls and have been doing so ever since.
Some might question whether this really matters, but would you trust a dentist who had chosen to go bald? Would you want your children treated by a doctor who had shaved his head?
Personally, I would not. The only banker I can think of with a shaved head is Adam Applegarth, who was chief executive of Northern Rock. And look what happened to him and his bank.
• Abridged extract from Bog-Standard Britain by Quentin Letts (Constable & Robinson, £12). © 2009 Quentin Letts. To order a copy (p&p free) call 0845 155 0720.
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