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Like a blight on burgeoning brains
the pervasive suppression of honest reflection
unbridled inquiry and healthy dissent

thrives behind the shield of assumed scholastic virtue
that runs cover for the program that seeks to prevent
genuine erudition and wisdom;
thrives behind the sacrosanct guise
of an ostensibly enlightened curricular system;

behind that peerless indoctrination agent
masquerading as education with its dedication
to teaching what to think instead of how;

behind that go-to tool for inculcating rules
and instilling conditioned submission
as young minds are drilled in gov-approved schools

where conformity enforcement
and the ingestion of unquestioned information
are the primary goals of so much robotic
orthodoxy-propping regurgitation

in schools where lip-service praise
is paid to the laudably liberal if in-theory-only principles
of uncorralled curiosity and free-ranging thought

while in practice these are seen as signs of defiance
as the penned-in sheep are routinely taught
the enormous rewards of blind compliance

alongside its inverse the steep cost of deviance
from belief in the big lies and myths
that serve to legitimize state crime

— the lesson of lessons being the blessings of obedience
and the curse that awaits those who think out of line.

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Wrapped in faddish batshit fantasies
of hyper-cybernetic transhuman immortality;

rapt in its singularly-sick twisted vision
of attaining the insane rapturous singularity
of an ostensibly benign bio-digital prison;
of a glorious techno-utopian neo-feudal reality

the Psychopathocracy had marshalled evil
on such an unbelievable monstrous scale
and to such stunning unplumbable depths
that it was no surprise it beguiled
all but the savviest plebs

through its full deployment of induced incredulity
as a too-bold-to-be-believed Big-Lie-like means
of evading all manner of meaningful scrutiny.

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We are the overlords and we call the shots!
We decide just who and what gets in
and who and what does not
no matter how distinctly unworthy the ins
or overtly deserving the outs.

We are the gatekeepers and our word is law!
We have carte blanche to duct tape the mouths
of writers we'd rather
no ears ever heard or eyes ever saw
— we are the gatekeepers; we are the law!


As the elite troops of groupthink enforcement
having spent our lives reliably conforming
to all the sycophantic backslapping demands
of top-drawer establishment whoredom;
having been gladly seduced by the tenured fruits
of its hush-money comfort and privilege

only we have CV's sufficiently distinguished
to highlight careers spent lying prostrate
before our god and master Mammon.

Only we have the wisdom and learning
and the connoisseur’s taste to determine
what anemic obedient works
to include in the sacrosanct canon
— only we are licensed to handle the practice
of conferring status and bestowing prestige.


We are the gatekeepers — the culture cops!
We promote writings no right minds would read.
We compose blurbs and citations so fraught
with absurdly superlative froth
that halfwits alone would be prone to believe;

reviews so stuffed with sumptuous fudge
they prove as a rule to be much bigger fictions
than the fictions presumably being judged.


Enamoured with all that's flaccid
aficionados of all that's in fashion
backers of the fastidiously inoffensive
mediocrity's unflagging champions
lovers of all things politically-correctly-pretentious

only we have the right to decree what is shite
and what's bad and what's good and what's great.


We are the gatekeepers. We make the rules
and we alone are empowered to choose
just what and who gets to pass through the gates.

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Amid a rampant radical madness
insidiously hatched in college campus
incubators of critical-theory-activated
state-of-the-art neo-Marxist hooey;
amid a suddenly-de-rigueur madness
that'd been nurtured in re-purposed unis

strange trains of mind
(having gone off the rails by design)
had left their deftly sabotaged tracks.


In the freshly-sprung rancour factories
that had hijacked higher learning
a hot-off-the-press truly-lunatic version
of a not-so-new crazed way of thinking
had met with success in its scheme
to undermine the spineless system
<...>
to the extent
that under cover of maternal virtue
what academia perversely gave birth to
was a vast standing army
of self-righteously intolerant monsters.
<...>
As the millions-strong mob
of PC totalitarians spoke
as one
unhinged tunnel-visioned organism
within the echo chamber of woke

few inside noticed the depth and range
to which language had been changed
as a sneaky means to retrain brains
as certain words
were furtively redefined
to discreetly mislead simple minds
<...>
As casually sadistic
as they were odiously sanctimonious
the crybully goon squads and mobs
(lost in the throes of collective psychosis)

spared no effort in their quest to quench
their perpetually offended members'
horrifically shrivelled souls
with the blood they spilt
conducting their ever-vigilant
guilty-till-proven-innocent purity patrols.


Their hitherto-hollow mollycoddled lives
having failed to give rise
to anything of notable worth

the flying-off-the-handle
Red-Guard-like vandals
— as if bent on avenging
a learned burning bitterness —
had agreed to scorch the earth

on their manic wasteland-advancing
fealty-demanding mission
to cancel culture rewrite history
and Year Zero the weakened system.

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We were the shepherds and sheepdogs
who tried to keep the wolves from the sheep
but the sheep we'd tried to awaken
took far too much pride in being wide asleep.


We were the thoughtful ever-watchful shepherds
who were cruelly abused for our selfless efforts
to warn the unwary smugly-unaware sorts
of the terrible perils of yielding to evil
by blindly complying with a diabolic force

that had recently increasingly poured forth
from the smothering swarm of incurably corrupt
orgs and organs that formed the vicious system
the flocks were taught to incuriously trust
from their first day in class to their last day alive;

that formed the despicable system
that had finally hit its highly-malignant stride
in the booming all-consuming business
of assiduously spreading the latest big lies.


We were the widely wildly-despised
shepherds who were openly spat and shat on
for trying to lead the sheep towards the light;
for trying to sever the threads of a web
of darkest deceit in this darkest of nights

as half-caged we raged
raged against the dying of what's right
fully engaged in a life-and-death fight
with a supremely malevolent spell.

We were the shepherds who caught a clear sight
of the devil's grand plans for a well-managed hell;
shepherds whose warnings were firmly ignored
as sure as flooding rivers ignore their own banks.

We were the shepherds whose only thanks
was “Thanks but no bloody thanks!”
“Shut your damn trap!” and “Keep your facts
to your damned daft self and your fellow cranks!”.


We were the sheepdogs and shepherds
who were decried for our tireless efforts
to reach those we'd so desperately hoped
would heed our pressing message.

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1

If those who chose to partake
of devoutly touted 'safe and effective'
eagerly injected poisons

had if even for a moment known
that by doing so they might be joining
in a ritual slow-motion slaughter

would they still have agreed
to not only aggrieve themselves
but also their sons and daughters

for no reasons other than to please
and obey what they'd failed to perceive
was a deeply diseased chain of authority
and just as deplorably to simply fit in
for the frictionless sake of lazy conformity?


2

Although perhaps best addressed
to the heirs of Messrs. Milgram and Asch
it's a question that every sane human
should presume to ask: “If they knew
the harm they might do would they still?”

Would they still have done what they did
pushing shots of bio-toxic slop and swill
on themselves and their innocent kids

for nothing but what they were groomed
to ironically assume was safe as milk
in the form of obedience to authority

and to just as spinelessly side
with the mindless masses to bask
in the craven comfort of blind conformity?

Red Pill Poet #wingnut #racist #conspiracy redpillpoems.substack.com


1 SOP

I

Made easy by deceitfully holding out
the supremely ironic fairy-tale promise
of its cure-all code-word tonics
— namely safety security freedom —

the Empire of Lies' SOP requires
that increasingly appealingly disguised
forms of enslavement
and modes of surveillance
are brought to bear on our lives

requires
that through the effective deception
of projecting a virtuous impression;
that via rhetorical moral posturing
with its Oscar-worthy pretense
of championing all things ethical

unconsciously triggered aspersions
are cast upon those who dissent;

are cast upon vigilant thinkers
who scoff at sanitized versions
of what classified info would show
were covert ops and false flag events;
cast upon those who scoff at claims
of noble goals and wholesome intent.
<...>
III

Considering
the magnificent doublespeak pretexts
of R2P and 'humanitarian intervention'

along with color revolutions
financed and fomented
by dedicated destabilization agents
on subversive foreign missions
<...>
one wondered what more-demonic
the heinous apparatus of empire
could have possibly wanted

that it hadn't already produced
through the usual tried-and-true
divide-and-rule devices
of cultivating chaos and conflict
and sustaining states of crisis.


2 Paying the Bloody Bills

When the bread grows so scarce
it hasn't time to go stale
and the circuses fail to fully distract

empires require
police-state-propping cops
to keep the teetering domestic peace
in the shadow of looming collapse;
<...>
and the warfare state does all that it can
to pummel the face of the human race.


Slaughter abroad repression at home
the workers pay for the bankstered wars
propaganda works hard to have them condone.

Red Pill Poet #wingnut #racist #conspiracy redpillpoems.substack.com

1

Preaching
their professional prejudicial creed
from behind the well-designed guise of 'anti-racist' crusaders
a righteous newfangled breed
of impeccably credentialed race-baiters

decried color-blindness
as something that by its very nature
was not only wholly unattainable
but was nothing but a song and dance
to cover for latent racism

while intimating that on the basis
of their hyper-enlightened stance
their being appreciably racist
was quite simply something
they simply couldn't be

unlike we the great unwashed
who no matter what we'd done
or said or thought or faced
were innately racist or not
based solely on our race

which — according to our lordly
gloriously morally superior
thought-and-speech-policing/directing
the content of their character-rejecting
pigment-obsessed brightest and best —

we certainly were
if we happened to be 'white'
as sure as we were either much less
or not in the slightest
if we happened to be anything else.


2

In spite of what our expertly divisive
narrative handlers assume and assert
is something self-evidently true

I've never met a person
who was either black or white
— and I'd wager as much as you'd like
that neither have you —

since despite the loads of tripe
you've been fed your whole life
it's undeniably indisputably true
that there are in fact
no such black or white things

— only innumerable hues
in shades of brown and beige and pink
on our magical wrap-around skins.

Red Pill Poet #wingnut #dunning-kruger #conspiracy redpillpoems.substack.com

Short on cogitation long on repetition
a sense-drilled-out-of-him curriculum victim;
an overschooled fool methodically misled
by the expertly misleading system
<...>
An academic yes-man
an accomplished parrot
a tenured automaton an educated dope;
a paragon of learning
by means of mindless rote

he beamed with pride at the letters
that like a tether of weathered chain
he never failed to unspool
into the depths at the end of his name.

He beamed at the mere sight and thought
of all these sought-after alphabetic links
that anchored his claim to scholastic fame
as he basked in the summa cum light
of having earned the conspicuous right

to trumpet these the jargon-ingesting proof
and hoop-jumping culmination
of his collegiate-cartel-sanctioned
ersatz education
<...>
an impeccably vetted adept
at scientific/semantic perversion;
one of mental corruption's illustrious
preeminent accredited merchants


and having evolved into all of these
nothing would prevent
much less impede his speedy ascent

to that prestigious catbird seat that perch
reserved for the highest high priest
and current dispenser-in-chief
of certified quackery

in the graduate factory's fabulous faculty
of pseudo-scientific studies.


A model indoctrinator
an ideological clown
a doctrine bound buffoon;
an inquiry despising curiosity deterring
conformity enforcing goon

our star so-called scholar
— while pretending to defend and foster
all things enlightened and liberal —
was secretly sworn to thwart critical thinking

being as he was a big deal
in the well-dissembled field
of advanced enhancement of blinkering.

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1

War on reason war on logic
war on wisdom war on knowledge
wars on honesty and facts and proof.
War on history and its sister memory
war on the elderly war on the youth.

War on transparency war on the truth
wars on freedom of thought and of speech.
War on the person war on the family
war on the poor war on humanity
and wars on liberty justice and peace

but never a war on these wars or on war
while the devil's sedulous next-level whores
find themselves howling for more without cease.

As unsurprising as the rising sun later setting
the sad fact is this pack of rabid jackals
also finds itself yelping

for more and more-effective mental shackles
to further nurture the ignorance of the sheep
strengthen their weakness deepen their sleep
and quell any notion they might be holding
of bolting from their pens and running free;

finds itself yelping for more of anything
to cull or otherwise silence members of the flock
who dare to pause just long enough to take stock
<...>
2

Its trusted goons rubbing salt in our wounds
with a smug celebration of supranational force
the psychopathocracy — as ever the beast
behind all these undeclared wars —
raised a great toast to its dutiful thugs

with a tip of its glass to this last but not least
war on all those opposed to being poked
and plied with its cutting-edge health-wrecking drugs

as informed consent and bodily autonomy
were however implausibly suddenly cast
as criminally selfish relics of a just-as-suddenly
decreed-to-be-primitive immediate past.


Both drunk on the punch of utopian delusions
and imbued with the hubris of technocratic madness
the reigning god-complex-addled parasitic classes

— consistent with their overriding guiding principle
that the ends invariably justify the means —
were unfailingly disdainfully deaf
to their human playthings' painful screams.

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atop the list of reasons for refusing the red
pill sits the following cluster of fears:
<...>
the fear of losing
our soothing carefully cultured worldview
our cherished illusions our treasured myths
should our sanctified paradigms
suffer the catastrophic shocks
of seismic psychic shifts

the fear of losing faith in our beliefs
belief in authority trust in our chiefs;
of losing the approval pride and prestige
we derive from our tribe;

of losing the luxury of blindly relying
on the autopilot of our hive-mind bias
and the facile validation it implicitly provides;

of losing the ability to guiltlessly choose
authorized lies over unsanctioned truths
and with it the potential to revel
in less-than-ethical careers;
of losing the herd-conferred comfort
of groupthink-bolstered safety in numbers
<..>
the searing fear of becoming
victims of shunning
cast out for simply succumbing
to the stunning confusion
that sure as the turning of tides would ensue
from learning the disturbing unsavoury truth

a visceral fear of being forced to accept
that in fact we've been thoroughly duped;
of finding ourselves compelled
to somehow muster the gumption
to acknowledge our folly in having embraced
misplaced loyalties and false assumptions

the primal fear of being stripped
of so much we identify with and to which
our senses of self self-worth and purpose
are inextricably linked;
<...>
and lastly
the ghastly dread of being swallowed whole
by the excruciating pain of shame
that racks our souls
<...>
as our smugly-unexamined self-satisfied lives
implode on inspection
their deceptions exposed
now naked as babes to our unshuttered eyes.

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1

It all began with the slow but certain
dropping of the curtain on reason
followed without delay
by a withering campaign aimed
at desensitizing a disoriented people;

at inuring
a dumbed-down run-down humanity
to what would have until recently
been unequivocally seen as insanity.


Lied to their faces again and again
without the faintest of traces of shame
by teams of elite gaslighting freaks
and useful-idiot apparatchik assholes

the plebs were led up the steps
of the Great Reset's camouflaged scaffold

and even as the ropes
were slipped 'round their necks
and their throats felt the pressure

they were told and re-told
these tyrannical measures
were fully for the good of them all

— even as the trap door floor
was about to give way to space;
about to launch their terminal fall.


Squarely unaware
of their diabolically-plotted
well-dissembled destination
they'd marched in righteous robotic lockstep
to the gaping gates of Self-Extermination

— marched as if mindless subservience
were the virtue they held in highest esteem;
as if their god had always been
the pied piper of all things suitably suicidal
sustainably-synthetic net-zero fake-green;

marched
as though nothing gave them more pleasure
than pleasing their prison-planet masters
who no matter how vile
they'd been trained to see as their betters.


2

Mercifully
much of the above was only a dream
because something unforeseen
by the techno-utopian planners
had happened on the way to the gallows;

because while all the paid-for whores
that formed the mockingbird media
were dutifully on board
— as were of course
the gamut of parasitic classes —

the far larger part
of the lower-class masses
— sensing something was darkly amiss —
had refused to join the ruinous march
to the promised heart of decarbonized bliss.