~ Lily Tomlin, Comedian
THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS
E
xamine any boulevard of broken dreams and the
SCRIPT
marks the centerline.
Deep within the taproot of our distracted and denied Ds rests a hurtful truth that
you’ve been played a fool. You followed the rules exactly as told by your parents,
teachers, and peers—outlined by an expensive education, an uninspiring job, a
slow-or no-growing portfolio, and a flowing credit line. You have the condo, the
car, and the credit cards, and yet freedom seems as unlikely as a T-bone steak at a
vegan picnic.
What happened is painfully obvious: Instead of breaking the mold, you fit the
mold. Instead of blazing a trail, you marched with the herd. Instead of leading
the pack, the pack led you.
M.O.D.E.L. Citizenry
is the
SCRIPTED
OS’s goal
where you become a part of an indentured class concocted by either Sidewalk or
Slowlane paths, the final consequence of being pawned in a rigged game that has
few winners.
As the
SCRIPT’s
newest manufactured
M.O.D.E.L. Citizen
, life is:
(M)EDIOCRE
: Life has regressed into an unremarkable yet comfortable
ordinariness, where thriving is not an objective, but surviving.
(O)BEDIENT
: Free-thinking is dead; you follow popular opinion and trust your
government and the news organizations fanning the flames of your biases.
(D)EPENDENT
: You’re a debt serf owned by an army of corporations: product
and service producers, Wall Street, government—or worse, you are owned by time.
(E)NTERTAINED
: Your entertained and humored mind distracts the heart to
the point where your soul is no longer heard.
(L)IFELESS
: Dead at twenty-five but not buried until seventy-five. Goals,
nonexistent. Optimism, scant. Dreams, murdered.
This
SCRIPT
is real. If you’re thinking I’m Alex Jones 2.0., my guess is that
the heat isn’t hot enough. You see, the
SCRIPTED
OS works its deceit like that
poor frog who dies in a boiling pot of water. No one willingly jumps into boiling
water; we become suckers to the scheme by comfortably playing in lukewarm
water while the heat slowly rises, optimally while showing the latest Hollywood
movie while promising free popcorn.
The
SCRIPT
works its madness similarly. No one aspires to a mediocre life
framed by a spiritual suicide. To stomach the heat, the temperature rises slowly,
month by month, year by year, until the momentum is too strong to reverse—or
worse, you’re too old to fight.
No matter which road is taken, the outcome is the same: we’re livestock held
hostage by a corporate cartel—a variety of banks, media conglomerates, product
producers, Wall Street money managers, and the ultimate parental corporate
duo, your job and your government.
Fuck that shit.
It’s time to own yourself.
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