Why the Propaganda Machine is so Successful

You have to work, that’s why the propaganda system is so successful. Very few people are going to have the time, the energy, or the commitment, to carryout the constant battle to get outside of the mainstream media. The easiest thing to do is come turn on the TV, or read a few headlands in the paper, or watch some sports. That’s basically how the indoctrination works, to find real information you have to work.

The modern industrial civilization has developed within a certain system of convenient myths. The driving force of modern industrial civilization has been individual material gain, which is accepted as legitimate or even praiseworthy, on the grounds that private vices yield public benefits. Its long been understood (very well), that a society that’s based on this principle will destroy it self in time. It can only persist with whatever suffering or injustice it entails as long as its possible to pretend that the destructive forces humans create are limited, that the world is an infinite resource, and that the world is an infinite garbage can.

At this stage of history, either one of two things is possible, either the general population will take control of its own destiny and will concern it self with community interests guided by values of solidarity, sympathy, and concern for others, or alternatively there will be no destiny for anyone to control.

As long some specialized class is in a position of authority it is going to set policy in the special interests that it serves, but the conditions of survival and justice require rational social planning, in the interest of the community as a whole, and by now that means the global community.

The question is whether the privileged élites dominate mass communication and should use this power as they tell us they must. Namely to impose necessary illusions, to manipulate and deceive the stupid majority, and remove them from the public arena.

The question in grief is whether democracy and freedom are values to be preserved or threats to be avoided. In this possibly terminal phase of human existence, democracy and freedom are more than values to be treasured; they may very well be essential for survival.

Alright, more people that are really fucking pissing me off. Now, for all you people who actually pay attention to the news, there's a bunch of fat bastards who wanted to sue the... McDoogles, you know... the people with the burgers and the stuff like that? Why? Because they were too fat. Far be it from them to admit to themselves, "hey, you know what? I should have stopped after eating 15 burgers." Nope! The fact that they have a fat ass is not their fault, it's McDoogles fault - or whatever fast food restaurant they decided to sue. My problem is, somebody actually considered taking on this case! These fucking lawyers who are like "yeah, you know what? We can sue this restaurant because you're a fat fuck." What are you saying when you're... when you're in front of the judge? "Yes, your honor, I'm a fat bastard and it's all because of this fast food chain." Give me a fucking break. Someone should just stab you in the eyes with a fucking really hot french fry, you fat bastard. Hope you choke on your own fat. Fatty!

Okay, now getting off the topic of fat asses, let's talk about these fucking cell phone mother-fuckers. Dude, put the phone away. You're a fucking self-important little fucking bastard. Nobody is really calling you. It's like, you're walking around, pressing a little button that makes that fake ringing sound. Give me a fucking break! You just want people to think that people are calling you. Nobody is calling you, you're a loser, and you're paying like $70 a month for no reason. Why, what do you need a cell phone for, so... so your mother can call you to pick up groceries on the way home from work? Give me a fucking break, okay? Grow up. If I have to hear another fucking cell phone go off when I'm eating at a diner, or I'm at a movie, I'm gonna fucking rip somebody's head off.

And speaking of diners, is it just me, or are the rest of you really fucking sick of these children with the high-pitched frequency of whining and yelling that just fucking drills itself right into your brain? I, for one, really want the mothers or fathers to just start beating the shit out of these kids until they're fucking silent or go into a coma. I'm so sick trying to eat a burger or something and having this whining kid complaining that he doesn't have ice cream. You know what, he wants ice cream? You lock him in the freezer, keep him there for about six hours, I'm sure he'll have his fill of ice cream. So... he's a little frostbitten and loses a toe or two. Fuck him, fuck the parents, get these whiny fucking bastards out of my diner. Let me eat in peace, you fat bastards.

Now let's talk English language. What I'm speaking here right now is English. I'm tired of fucking picking up a cup of coffee, and having about fifteen different languages telling me that it's hot. Ooh... Caution Muy Caliente, Vorsch Heist! Give me a fucking break! Can't you just put a picture? Look... look. Here's what I did. I came up with a little picture, you see, you put this picture on the side of a cup, a little guy holding a cup of coffee, and he's on fire (). That gets the message across. I'm tired of different languages. If you're in France, speak French. When you're in America, you speak English, okay? When my grandpa came to this country, you know what? He had to learn English. You know what you should do? Learn fucking English! I'm so sick of having to whip out an Idiot-to-English dictionary to figure out what the fuck you're trying to say. Just speak plain English, okay? Let me ‘splain to you something, okay? [in a Span-glish accent Spanish/English] Nobody likes to hear the English language get slaughtered? So fucking stop it, okay? Don't make me ask you for your green card. Now that I have alienated all the non-English-speaking people, see now, here's my thing: if they don't speak English and they don't understand the language, would they get offended that I'm telling them that they have to learn English? Huh? Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ohhh! Twisting the brain... ooh!

So in closing, learn how to speak English, you fat bastards, and get off the fucking cell phone. Por Favor. Fucking jackasses.

HOW ABOUT THIS....
STOP WITH THE FUCKING REALITY SHOWS. I AM SO SICK OF THIS FUCKIN' BULLSHIT WITH THE
FUCKING FAKE-ASS MARRIAGES FOR MONEY, THE MUNCHKIN BACHELOR SHIT, AND ANYTHING
THAT HAS TO DO WITH GREEDY MOTHERFUCKERS WHO WILL DEGRADE THEMSELVES FOR CASH.

AND THAT SIMPLETON LIFE WITH FRENCH HILTON AND THAT OTHER ILLIGITIMATE WHORE. HOW COME THESE DUMB BITCHES DIDN'T GET TRAMPLED BY FUCKIN' CATTLE ON THAT FARM. I'M SO SICK OF SOME PSUEDO-ATTRACTIVE BIMBO SELLING HER SOUL BECAUSE SHE'S FUCKIN' STUPID. YOU WANT REALITY? HOW ABOUT A REALITY SHOW WHERE YOU OIL UP THAT
HILTON BITCH AND THROW HER NAKED INTO AN ALL MALE JAIL FILLED WITH SERIAL KILLERS
AND SADISTS. GIVE THEM A BUNCH OF 12 INCH SHARP OBJECTS AND LET EM LOOSE ON HER
ASS.

YEAH, WELCOME TO REALITY!
AND DON'T GIVE ME THAT "YOU'RE SO CRUEL" BULLSHIT. NOT ONLY WOULD YOU HAVE A REALITY SHOW THAT PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY WANT TO WATCH, BUT YOU ALSO HAVE A GREAT START FOR A SERIES ON AN ALL NEW NETWORK CALLED THE "SNUFF" CHANNEL. THE WHOLE CHANNEL WOULD BE DEDICATED TO THE ELIMINATION OF A FUCKIN' MORON, EVERY HALF HOUR! I WOULD BE PERSONALLY INVOLVED IN EVERY SHOW AND WOULD WORK OVERTIME TO ENSURE THAT 48 IDIOTS WERE REMOVED FROM SOCIETY EVERY DAY.

SEE, I HAVE IDEAS, AND THIS FUCKING FEARIE FACTOR SHIT. OH, WOOPDEE-DOO...EAT A BUNCH OF LIQUIFIED RATS AND WE'LL GIVE YOU 3,000 DOLLARS. I'M SO SICK OF THESE SHOWS THAT TRY TO INDUCE FEAR. YOU WANT TO SEE FEAR, HOW ABOUT I SIT YOUR FUCKIN' CONTESTANTS DOWN IN A SMALL ROOM, CHAIN EM DOWN NAKED INTO METAL CHAIRS THAT ARE WIRED TO A HEATING SYSTEM. WHAT YOU DO, IS THEN YOU TURN UP THE HEAT SLOWLY OVER A 32 HOUR PERIOD, SLOWLY INCREASING THE AMMOUNT OF HEAT CONDUCTED THROUGH THE METAL CHAIRS UNTIL IT'S AS HOT AS A BRANDING IRON. AND ONCE THEY'VE PASSED OUT DUE TO THE EXTREME PAIN BROUGHT ABOUT BY A 32 HOUR BURNING FLESH FEST, HANG EM ON A WALL BY THEIR ARMS, IN A ROOM WHERE THE ONLY VISABLE THING IS A SIGN THAT SAYS "YOU HAVE THIS MUCH TIME LEFT TO LIVE" WITH A COUNTDOWN UNDERNEATH, STARTING AT
24 HOURS AND COUNTING DOWN BY THE SECOND.

SO NOW THEY GOTTA HANG THEIR, JUST WATCHING THE CLOCK...WONDERING WHAT'SGOING TO HAPPEN... HOW ARE THEY GONNA DIE....WILL IT BE WORSE THAN THE HEATING CHAIR....WHO KNOWS..... ONCE THE CLOCK GETS DOWN TO THE FINAL SECOND YOU TURN ON THE LIGHTS AND YELL "SURPRISE".... AND IF THEY DON'T DIE OF A HEART ATTACK, YOU HIT EM IN THE FACE WITH A LARGE PIE. ....SIT BACK, ALL LAUGH, PRETEND IT'S ALL A JOKE.....LULL THEM INTO A FALSE SENCE OF SECURITY BY SAYING, "YOU'VE WON 10 MILLION DOLLARS", ...THEN TAKE OUT THE RAZORS AND SALT. YOU PUT ONE CUT ON THEIR BODY, 2 INCHES LONG, EVERY 15 MINUTES, AND THEN HIRE SOME TOOTHLESS BUM TO SLOWLY TEAR OPEN THE WOUNDS WITH HIS FILTHY
FINGERNAILS WHILE POURING SALT IN THE CUTS AT THE SAME TIME!

I COULD GO ON, BUT I THINK THAT'S A LITTLE TOO MUCH REALITY FOR SOME OF YOU.
AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT "HOW SICK AND TWISTED" THE IDEAS AND CONCEPTS ARE IN THIS LECTURE...YOU DON'T LIKE IT, TOO BAD....IF TELEVISION HAD SOME DECENT SHOWS TO OCCUPY AND ENTERTAIN MY MIND, I WOULDN'T HAVE SUCH DEMENTED THOUGHTS SO IT'S YOUR FAULT....WELCOME TO REALITY TV ASSHOLES!

There are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. The type of people who come up to you and ask you for advice, and then when you give them advice they don't take the advice. They just come back to you a week later and they're like (altered tone of voice) “I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong”

You wanna know why everything turned out so wrong? Because you didn't take my advice and you're fucking stupid. That's what went wrong, you didn't listen to me. I know all.

The other type of person are those insignificant peons, who just have to validate themselves by being in a relationship. You know what! It's pathetic, it's weak minded and you show no inner strength whatsoever. Get over the girlfriend, get over the boyfriend or whatever the fuck your yearning for and live fucking life.

People who stalk their ex-girlfriend particularly piss me off, what the fuck is wrong with these people? Don't you have better things to do with your life than be emotionally attached to someone who hates your guts? Do something with your life, find a hobby. You know... geez... do you know how many video games are out there that you could be playing? At the very least shoot yourself (in a joking tone). Get yourself out of society, nobody wants to deal with a stalker.

Other types of people that I hate; people who ruin your favorite diner, you know the type of person that you’re usually friends with until they go to the diner and start dating a waitress there and then have some kind of wierd rocky relationship and everytime you go to the diner here-after there’s that weird vibe in the air.
People like this, really need food poisoning, I am so sick of these fucking bastards ruining my favorite spots.

Another type of person I particularly hate are those fucking slime-balls with the slick black hair, that usually end up going to bars and shit like that on friday, saturday, sunday night, to see if they can pick up chicks. And all they do is walk around with these fucking stupid velvety shirts with their dumb-ass fat hairy chests exposed to the world, as if they were the sexiest thing on the face on the earth. You know what!, you're a middle aged loser, nobody wants to see your hairy chest. Either; throw yourself in front of traffic or overdose, please!. Nobody wants to hear this bullshit anymore, time for some revaluation of ones life.

I also dislike people who all they do is talk about their problems with their insignificant other... you know what I don't care about your fucking relationship problems, you can just shove them up your ass for all I care! Nobody wants to hear about how your girlfriend doesn't like you or how your boyfriend is ignoring you... Nobody cares! It only pertains to your own little world, which in the grand scheme of things is minute and pathetic and nobody ever really ever wants to hear it. Shut your mouth, choke on your food, and die!

You ever have a good friend and then you go out some place and they always have to bring their fucking girlfriend; and their girlfriend turns out to be somebody you just want to kill... I mean really kill, like jump up and down and kill. And then chop up their body into 15 different parts and flush various parts down the toilet and bury the others and others get thrown in the sewer.

You know the type of person whose parents should have had an abortion before they even walked the earth. You know that kind of crap, these type of fucking pieces of crap really just need to be killed with some piano wire around the throat. I can’t take it anymore.

I also can’t stand people who stay at home and listen to “every rose has it’s thorn” like it’s the world’s most depressing song.

1. The song sucks
2. You’re fucking pathetic for listening to it

Take the CD out crack it in half and then slit your wrist with the broken pieces. It’s over!, they’re done, you’re done, kill yourself.

And in closing, you know it’s shit like this that pisses me off it’s just these types of people that have no “inner soul” no nothing, they just revolve around their own pathetic little world with no consideration for what’s going on around them. They have no sense or grasp of reality and really need to be taken off the face of this earth, they have no substance, they have no control over themselves...

And they really need to be put to sleep...
permanently.

Thank you for listening

Some retards have been flooding the email system with their stupid fucking spam about cheap ink. So I went to their site and filled out a feedback form. I suggest you do the same. Their web site is 00inkjets.com. Here is the response I put:

email: spam@spam.com
Dear Morons,
Thank you for contributing to society by flooding email systems with your useless crap. Please, go fuck yourselves. If you want me to buy your ink, give me a blow job first, then maybe I'll think about it.

Stop spamming, or we'll spam you.

Happiness is like peeing your pants..everyone can see it..but only you can feel the warmth...

Remember: never take shit from your kids. You make payments on the house, utilities, their clothes, school, and their food. You own them. If they don't like it, they can move out. If you love your kids, love them enough to beat them so that they don't grow up to be idiots.

Step to the Wu, Wu-Tang Financial.
Wu-Tang Financial - One Way or Another, you gettin' paid.

Ladies, if you're looking for the ideal man, I figure it unlikely that he will be in a Bar or Club. The ideal man doesn't drink or hang out in dumbass clubs. Thats something men looking for someone to cheat on, or someone to beat at night while the kids are asleep after he just smoked a fat bag of crack.