
IMPEDIMENTA (or Buried Alive)
Vi Ransel
IMPEDIMENTA
(or Buried Alive)
Cordoned off, physically, from Nature
by concrete, electronics and oil-based plastics,
their food, water and even air saturated
with pharmaceuticals and the chemicals of petro-agriculture,
children lack connection
not only to The Source,
but the source of self
within themselves.
Imprisoned behind the barbed wire of religion,
which claims a patent on rightness and wrongness,
the one Great Gift given us all, free will,
the arbiter of an intrinsic ethics, conscience,
is short-circuited in service to the purveyors
of greed, lust, fear, envy and hatred
who are themselves granted absolution and given free rein
to market these to children at their most impressionable age,
indelibly imprinting them with unthinking obeisance,
brand loyalty to products as well as to a nation,
and the willingness to put the bit in their mouths,
wear the saddle, and be easily ridden
by the status quo at the behest of an "elite"
which has nothing but contempt for them.
Children are made so afraid to trust themselves
that they early give up the power to make decisions,
and submit to an authoritarian Father Figure
who takes this frightful responsibility away from them
and the choices that children have left,
if that's what they could be called,
are all of them pre-arrayed and made
in the safe, sacred space of the mall.
And like the unwanted excrescences
of too-long tails and ears on "purebred" dogs,
extraneous on purebred, bio-engineered consumers
are the interconnections of human bonds
which are then prevented from reforming
by the application of cultural shock collars
which let children know they're straying from convention
and prompts shopping in which to find solace.
Children are taught to speak
by mimicking animals sounds,
"What does the cow say?" and to read
by rattling off their names. "C is for cow."
They're given pets with whom they bond,
but learn love and promises can be exchanged.
Should a more pleasing specimen come along,
the original is easily replaced.
Children also bond with animals in Farm Programs,
then sell them for slaughter, betraying them,
and take comfort in the profit they earn,
learning money trumps loyalty and friends.
Some children are sent out into the woods,
armed with high-powered weapons
with which they then hunt down and kill
their essentially defenseless animal friends.
This template for the eradication of feelings
via the extermination of beloved animals
is covered with the bandage of denial
and purges children of much of their humanity.
And this cold, cruel, callous psychology
is the epitome of American masculinity.
Love, friendship, fair play and promises,
gratitude and empathy are strictly for sissies.
And since mothers now work to make up
increasing profit taken from wages of fathers,
children are often left alone and unguarded
to sit alienated, anxious and wanting
getting much of their nurture by nursing
at the ubiquitous TV tit,
which disperses only the addictive milk
of corporate ejaculate,
driving small children back
to the sacred, sacrificial mall altar
where they give up the rest of their selves
to the holy corporate Uber Father
self silenced
in the quest for eternal youth,
to gain the illusion of status,
for the refuge of sedatives or stimulants
to create an artificial happiness
to get what they're told they deserve
to relieve the quiet desperation,
to find love in the acquisition of goods,
for the reward of instant gratification
for the waxen mask of faux beauty,
to transfer loyalty to brands,
to compete in the search for identity,
to amass enough feel like a man
for products as opposed to friendships,
for the feeling of being included,
to keep them amused as they're being abused
making sure curiosity is neutered.
Thus market needs supplant personality
by strip mining children of all that is personal,
implanting needs created by advertising
making them vassals of all things commercial,
clamoring to be filled with what the market purveys,
but these false needs can never be satisfied.
The constant effort to do so creates profit,
and that's the whole point of the enterprise.
There are more TV drug-delivery systems
in American homes than there are residents.
Hundreds of channels inject it 24/7
promoting non-existent TV characters as friends
to be imprinted on, bonded with and emulated
in the purchase/pursuit of the American Dream,
prompted by longings both real and created,
but both of which fulfill corporate needs.
Children are sitting ducks for the sale of junk
sold as a way off the island of solitary confinement
on which the perfect consumer, cut from the community,
lives a faux life that he is resigned to,
built on maximum conformity via pre-selected choices
of identical products that ensure profitable uniformity,
since mass production creates massive profits
in the futile struggle to buy style and identity.
And rather than educate, schooling trains children
to take their place in the assembly line of those seeking
the elusive and non-negotiable American lifestyle
as if it were worthy of achievement.
Children are schooled to
sit down
shut up
ask permission
and pledge an unquestioning oath
to xenophobia and imperialist aggression
in service to the enrichment of the already rich
disguised as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
as they provide the fodder,
both consumer and cannon,
which makes possible empire,
both military and financial.
No deviation is allowed from this rut
dug by consumers on the conveyor belt of debt slavery
into the financial furnaces of the American Mirage,
divested of reality and devoid of the context of history.
This focus on the out side, the vehicle,
rather than the in side, The Driver,
creates a vehicle careening, directionless, through life,
oblivious of its blatant denial
that diverts the creation of character
and creates a socially-engineered emptiness
that eases the transfer of wealth from the worker/seekers
to the idle manufacturers of meaninglessness
who profit when compassion is ousted by competition
and empathy is eaten up with envy,
when addiction to lust is more important than love
and acquisition is more attractive than friendship
when winning brings more approval than fair play
and promises are temporary constructs
gratitude is seen as humiliation
and profit the sole desirable object.
The guard towers of religion and education,
psychology in advertising and public relations,
patriotism and control of information
are the bricks and mortar of this prison's foundation.
They make up the impenetrable wall
guarded zealously by corporate capitalism.
It encloses Americans' individual cells
and they don't know that they are the keys to them.
"In our dreams, we have limitless resources and the people yield themselves with perfect docility to our molding hands. The present education conventions fade from their minds, and unhampered by tradition, we work our own good will upon a grateful and responsive rural folk. We shall not try to make these people or any of their children into philosophers or men of learning, or men of science. We have not to raise up from among them authors, editors, poets or doctors, preachers, politicians, statesmen, of whom we have an ample supply. The task we set before ourselves is very simple as well as a very beautiful one, to train these people as we find them to do in a perfect way the things their mothers and fathers are doing in an imperfect way, in the homes, in the shops, and on the farms."
- John D. Rockefeller's General Education Board's "Occasional Letter #1"
"Ours must be a leadership democracy administered by an intelligent minority who know how to regiment and guide the masses...The voice of the people expresses the mind of the people, and that mind is made up for it by the group of leaders in whom it believes and by those persons who understand the manipulation of public opinion. It is composed of inherited prejudices and symbols and cliches and verbal formulas supplied to it by the leaders...It must be enlightened propaganda through the creation of circumstances, through the high-spotting of significant events and the dramatization of important issues."
- Edward Bernays, architect of Woodrow Wilson's Committee on Public Information, nephew of Sigmund Freud and the Father of Public Relations
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