Since coming to Japan I've had several conversations with other JET friends on the concept of American culture. In particular, one buddy of mine who's now back in the US, Tim Hannon, he and I commiserated in feeling a lack of connection to American culture. Over several conversations we discovered the following equation hidden in the vacuum tubes of television sets and theme songs from our childhood:
American culture = money.
Although at first only as an uncertain, peripheral alarm clock ringing––that enters the dream where I've learned to fly around the room by delicately flapping my arms and throws me out of the air onto the floor once I realize that alarm clock is coming from outside the dream––the volume has recently increase as I've entered my second quarter century and the same there songs are still haunting me like that buzzing sleep-breaker.
“(Our) great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is privately concentrated. The growth of the Nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men.. Who necessarily, by very reason of their own limitations, chill and check and destroy economic freedom. We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated governments in the civilized world-No longer a government by free opinion, no longer a government of conviction and the vote of the majority, but a government by the opinion and duress of small groups of dominant men."
- Woodrow Wilson, lamenting having signed the Federal Reserve Act, creating the same Central Bank that the USA fought against England in the Revolutionary War in order to break away from.
(By the way, the Federal Reserve is a private bank that has the sole authority to print money, and it lends this money to the US Govt with interest, so we are forever in their debt. Of course, if enough people to realize this, we could take back the power and stop funding America's growing Oligarchy currently in control of the Federal Reserve, and stop voluntarily enslaving ourselves to interest rates that our forefathers f***ed us over when they created a loaners nation. This is all the more poignant given the cause of our current situation. Guess who's profiting most on this new multi-billion dollar stimulus package?)
Is it possible to be resentful toward nostalgia? What if that sense of "home comfort" had been so ingeniously cloned and flavored with the pheromones of chicken noodle soup that you could no longer tell the difference between it and a demolition funded by the US govt to fell the Twin Towers in NYC? What if there were people out there whose primary purpose in life was to inflate you with so many chatrooms, video games, talk shows, and the desperate anticipation of new models that you stopped realizing a pall of particulate matter has decreased the sun's rays by up to 15% in the Northern Hemisphere? How would you feel about that?
Let's find out--please watch the documentary Zeitgeist and gauge your own reaction. Here for the official site of Zeitgeist.
Haven't you ever wondered why as a kid you bugged your parents constantly for a Happy Meal (thanks to child psychologists hired by McDemons to brainwash you into the world's best nagger)? Have you hit the sad realization yet that, were the mindless pop culture gossip, commercials, and sitcom reruns you grew up with able to collect on your arterial walls, you would be in need of quadruple by-pass surgery?
This is no lie...as a child, probably around the age of 12, I cried at night hoping that I could get a LEGO set called the Ice Station Oddesy. And I had a fairly normal upbringing, as much as the son of a gay man who tried to become Born Again, but then divorced his incredibly patient wife after starting a family of four (five if you include the dog, Max) to return to a homosexual lifestyle where he contracted HIV and, from which, later died. But on a worldwide scale, at least I knew my father, and still regularly communicate with my mother, and was fortunate enough for them to surround me in art and nature (full of regular camping trips and making natural art crafts from fallen forest debris). Despite the competition with Atari, the Nintendo, then Sega, then Playstation, the XBox, now Wii––their upbringing and devotion to my education has enabled me to be able to ask these kinds of questions and think for myself before jumping on the "false flag" bandwagon that created just about every war American has leaped into for a profit at the cost of civilian lives:
' "An evil exists that threatens every man, woman and child of this great nation," the leader of another country once wrote. "We must take steps to ensure our domestic security and protect our homeland." '
Can you who said this? I first thought Bush, naturally.
If you've already seen Zeitgeist or are an Modern Western European History stud, then you know the correct answer:
He wasn't the first either. Wool has been pulled over the eyes of regular, hopeful and because of that hopeful spirit, gullible, nearly every citizenry as long there have been.
I know I was pretty privileged to be able have the doors to learning opened to me by money, but Zeitgeist reminds me of "The Allegory of the Cave" from Plato's The Republic. Same goes for Bill Hicks.
We need to start making the efforts to see the truth. There are so many people out who are paying millions of dollars to make sure that you don't find it. Do yourself, and everyone else a favor, and start looking into these things and decide for yourself. And if you come across a nuggest of wisdom, like Zeitgeist, please pass it on to other people. Show us your door.