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Monday, May 5, 2014

Pathological Liars

Left-wing politics, professional wrestling, the Idiocracy justice system, Sharia law, and the mainstream media all have one thing in common: they pick the winners and losers beforehand. Imagine that you are confined in a small cell with a locked door you can't open. In the cell is a television with four channels. ABC, CBS, NBC, and CNN. On television the only people shown are wearing florescent orange jumpsuits with five digit numbers on the pockets, just like the one you have on.

Now imagine that the walls of your prison are covered with nearly perfect mirrors. As you stand there gazing on an infinity of you watching television consider that you were born in this cell, you will never escape it, and you will die in it. There is no reality but you and what you're shown. You could be damned in Dante's Ninth circle of Hell, or you could be living in the same world that a typical left-wing Democrat lives in.

The prisoner in the example above has only one source of knowledge, entertainment, affirmation, and judgment. As he grows more and more warped and emotionally crippled by his glowing picture box that only tells lies—and the worst kind of lies, the kind that tell the prisoner only what he wants to believe—it becomes ever harder for him to realize that his world is not real. He's living in a dream from which he cannot wake.



The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

Neo: What truth?

Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.
Did you ever watch professional wrestling as a kid on a Sunday afternoon? I remember back in the 70's and 80's it was called the World Wrestling Federation—[WWF]—and I remember how infuriating it was. The good guys never cheated, and the bad guys always cheated. The audience would convulse in a near riot of fury as the clueless referees absolutely refused to see flagrant dishonestly and cheating. As I grew older it became clear that I was watching a scripted play and not a sporting event. I woke up.



At some point, when the lies drip endlessly from their tongues and they stare curiously into your eyes to see if you're still under their mesmerizing spell of deceit, don't you just want to get up from your folding metal chair, walk up to the podium and play knock-out king with that lying SOB who so really and truly deserves it? What I realized at the end of my WWF days, was that there were no good or bad wrestlers, there were just lying scumbag referees who had completely abdicated any semblance of responsibility and fair play and who were gleefully playing a sadistic game of liar-liar-pants-on-fire to see how enraged they could make this audience of fools.

Why are you still watching? Wake up!

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