Pavlov rang his bell one day and offered his dog a morsel of food from a bag. The dog thought “Enough!” and killed Pavlov, ate all the food from the bag and then urinated on the corpse. Pavlov had finally met his match. He had come up against a really, really good doggie.
I was introduced to a new term today, “crippled epistemology.*” It is newspeak for “figuring things out.” Government regards such an attitude as dangerous, and so has for decades, if not centuries, sought to infiltrate and undermine every group that promotes any theory that contradicts official truth. Crippled epistemology interferes with control of the public mind, the goal of every government.
With the advent of television and elimination of reading, the job has become easier. I look around now and wonder, is there a point of no return?
Two of my favorite targets, Don Pogreba and Pete Talbot, offer a case study. Their range of intellectual motion is so stifled that they are engaged in ritualistic repetition, a form of chanting. They get up to the plate to bunt, never swinging away. I don’t need to go to their website, the hilariously misnamed “Intelligent Discontent,” today to find out what they are thinking. I already know. It is the same as they thought last week, last month, five years ago. Never an inch of forward movement.
But it is not much different at other places. There cannot be a “debate” among people who need not to be convinced so much as deprogrammed. Is the damage irreversible? I tend to think so.
Think of it this way: The mind-altering drugs being marketed like candy these days – antidepressants and Ritalin, for example – affect the human brain, but not in the ways advertised. They don’t cure depression, nor do they enhance cognitive abilities. They merely shorten the range of response so that people don’t feel anything at the extremes. The drugs deaden pleasure and pain sensors. Kids being treated for “ADD,” itself a hoax, are merely being trained to avoid cognitive dissonance and uncritically accept the nonsense called education. Ritalin deadens that part of the brain we might call the “bullshit detector.”
I turned on a comedian the other night. I chose Dave Foley, as I enjoyed his work during the days of the Kids in the Hall troupe. I could not endure much, but hung on for ten minutes or so. He’s not funny anymore. He is on antidepressants, he said. He paced wildly as he spoke, and talked about his sexual response. It’s pretty much gone, he said. He thought that his pills must be a benefit for his partner(s), as he rarely climaxes, even has to fake it.
OK … too much information from Dave. I get that. But it lends credence to the idea that the drug regimen being foisted on us by PhRMA and the medical profression is insidious and destructive of natural human response mechanisms.
Propaganda has the same effect as drugs (though deeply indoctrinated people can still enjoy sex). It shortens the attention span, eliminates imagination, creates drones. Suppose that you have cognitive abilities, have even developed them over time, but have succumbed to our propaganda regime. What happens?
You write, perhaps incessantly, but its drivel, repeated nonsense, chanting. Your range of motion is so stifled that you keep repeating the same idea in barely shaded tones – Zinke bad, Zinke bad, Zinke bad, Democrats good, Trump bad, and soon to follow … Hillary good.
It is a tragedy, wasted abilities, minds destroyed not by drugs so much as unrelenting propaganda. Jacques Ellul, who first introduced me to the details of the propaganda regime, said that in the end, it destroys the intellect. People cannot be redeemed.
This is what I see around me.
*The term comes from Cass Sunstein, Obama’s former director of the Office of Information and Regulatory Affairs. He called for “cognitive infiltration” of groups that suffer from crippled epistemology. In case you don’t recognize his terminology, “cognitive infiltration” is another term for “propaganda.”