Our paranoia is so enormous. A whole cosmology, conjured from our paranoia. A whole political theory, conjured from our paranoia. A whole philosophy, conjured from our paranoia. From our not-so-borderline mental illness. From our sense that you’ll die in prison.
We’re as mentally ill as we need to be. We’ve been made mentally ill.
What’s happening is so big, it does this to you. It’s fucked us up. The scale of what they’re doing. Its vastness. Their plans for the remaking of the human race. Of human society. Of the polity. The total resetting of all things.
They’re reprogramming everything, but no one notices but us. They’re destroying it all, and only we know.
How can it help but drive us mad? How can it help but destroy us?
The toxic brew of bloodline families and tech companies and black magic and Satan worshippers. And child abusers. And MK Ultra deployers.
Those people are mad. These people are destroyers. They’re as mad as we are. They’re our mirror images. Our contraries. They’re mad so we’re mad.
Of course we’re maniacs. What else could we be but maniacs?
They’re taking over. They’re asserting their control. And only our paranoia knows it. Only our paranoia is strong enough. To see it. To know it.
Yes we’re mentally ill. Of course we’re mentally ill. How could we be anything other than mentally ill?
And it’s a beautiful mental illness. And it’s a mad mental illness.
We know what they’re doing. We know their plans and their plans within plans. We know their programmes. We know who they serve. Their dark lords.
We’re the by-products of processing. We’re where processing went wrong.
We’re some gasp of the freedom. We’re some spasm of freedom. We’re some jerk of freedom. We’re what freedom becomes, in a time of total processing.
Half deranged – of course! What else! Without proportion – yes, yes. mordantly sensitive – how could we be anything but? Maniacal – agreed? Almost gleefully so. Half destroyed! Exploded! Demolished! That’s what they’ve done to us. This is what they’ve made us into. They’ve created their own enemy – a mad enemy.
They produced our kind – as a byproduct. As an unintended consequence.
They made their enemy. Their opposite. We’re their Frankenstein’s monsters. We’re cautionary tales. Botched. Ruined. Poisoned.
But interesting things grow from the poison. Twisted things. Sports and mutants. With special gifts. A special kind.
They made philosophy. Or what we call philosophy. What is European philosophy. European philosophy in England. The monstrosity of European thought in England.
They made us do this to philosophy. They perverted philosophy in us. They turned us into mutilators of philosophy. Depravers of philosophy!
All we’ve ever tried to do is express the horror. By every means. Philosophically! Psychologically! Theologically!
The first fact. The outrage. The exclamation mark. That this could be happening. That the Destruction could be so overt. That the horror is out in the open.
Work in Progress 