Matrix Life

Anyone who has a problem with the idea that we are living in a virtual reality need only examine the record of Dallas District Attorney Henry Wade.

I am sure 99% of the people – at least the white folks of Dallas – felt quite secure in the safe environment Wade created for them. Today, of course, we now know a large number of his successful convictions have been overturned because of suppressed and falsified evidence, coercion, and illegally gained “confessions”.

It really was quite an illusion, a fiction… a virtual reality that existed only in the minds of the gullible. It was what they wanted to believe; safer to believe. To question was to doubt and to doubt… well, no one really need go there, do they?

Today, the small minority (less than 20%) still adhere to the official story of the JFK Assassination and a similar amount still adhere to the official version of the 9/11 events. Today we are hearing from journalists who have spent time in the war zones of the Middle East and we are hearing stories that do not exactly dovetail with the official versions of the news from that quarter.

In the novel 1984, George Orwell talked about a society that lived and believed in the lies their government told them. And, for the vast majority of the folks in the tale, they knew it was lies but went along with it anyway because it was the safest course of action, or inaction, to take.

Like the fictitious society in that novel, we have also embraced the matrix in which we live, the illusion of safety surrounding us because it helps us sleep better at night… so safe, so secure.

And if some future event should transpire where we found ourselves singled out for such outrage of being falsely accused of a crime, convicted on fake evidence, and executed, we can go to our Maker with the serene knowledge that our passing has – in so many ways – helped increase the feelings of safety and security for our fellow men. The sacrifice should seem worth it, right? We are all but martyrs for the common good, after all, each doing our parts to help secure the peace-of-mind enjoyed even by us up until the moment we became the scapegoat for the present, huh?

Just as the machinery of freedom needs the blood of patriots, on occasion, the machinery of this illusion also needs martyrs and their blood to keep those squeaky wheels greased, the gears turning, the money flowing, and the dopamine generators filling the receptors in the minds of all those unaffected by the outrages visited on a few minor, insignificant, souls who found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Until then we can all waltz around on our drug of choice like the doomed populations found in “THX1138”, oblivious of the precipice we’re all sliding toward. Rejoice, like Winston Smith, and slide the evidence into the incinerator chute and remain assured that slavery is indeed freedom.

At least, until your number is called.