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The Previous Grand Mufti (aka Max Brooks)
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[Oct. 7th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
According to Sigmund Freud, projection is a psychological defense mechanism whereby one "projects" one's own undesirable thoughts, motivations, desires, and feelings onto someone else. It is a common process that every person uses to some degree.
To understand the process, consider a person in a couple who has thoughts of infidelity. Instead of dealing with these undesirable thoughts consciously, he or she subconsciously projects these feelings onto the other person, and begins to think that the other has thoughts of infidelity and may be having an affair. In this sense, projection is related to denial, arguably the only defense mechanism that is more primitive than projection. Projection, like all defense mechanisms provide a function whereby truth about a part of themselves that may otherwise be unacceptable is shielded.
Compartmentalization, splitting and projection are ways that the ego continues to pretend that it is completely in control at all times, when in reality human experience is one of shifting beingness, instinctual or territorial reactiveness and emotional motives, for which the "I" is not always complicit. Further, common in deep trauma, individuals will be unable to access truthful memories, intentions and experiences, even about their own nature, wherein projection is just one tool.
In other news, Rik Mayall as Alan B'Stard is the British version of Stephen Colbert's pseudopegraphy. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2008|02:46 pm] |
Dear Sir:
The brilliant plan to reclaim your dominance as leader-of-the-free-world-in-waiting is as follows:
- Design a society of suburban exclusion, guarantee that the plebs will be safely insulated from each other by race, religion and monetary hierarchy. Place these suburbs just far enough away from each other that the only recourse is individual transportation, and actively slash the funding for mass transportation in the interests of "self-sufficiency".
- Actively seek to ghetto liberals and other workshys into large cities, where their voting districts can be easily managed and Gerrymandered into forcing them into a hatred of outsiders as ill-bred and unmannered. This will allow for stronger and more permanent alienation from the urban and the rural, allowing for quiet and unnoticed ideological conquest.
- Raise the price of gasoline so high that the plebs will no longer have the option of going anywhere. Granted, the only reason they go anywhere is for cheap alcohol and plentiful prostitution, but the point is to isolate them from each other, so that the only reason they use individual transportation is for going back and forth between work, essentially focusing their lifestyles with a daily devotional of commute.
- With their options for freedom of movement severely limited, the proles will turn to alcohol, tobacco, illegalized narcotics and racism thinly veiled as fundamentalist religion to while away the time between work and Bible study. Slowly raise the taxes on alcohol and tobacco until they are nearly as expensive as gasoline, forcing the illegal drug trade into a skyrocket. Amp up the "War on Drugs", terrify the young into religion, make sure to plant political pawns in every church, and before long you've got a nice, tidy little society of exurban sheep willing to do whatever you tell them to do.
- In the meanwhile, make urban areas fabulously attractive to liberals, malcontents and perverts, allowing them to fester in their little Masque of Red Death fortresses, dying of drug use, sexually transmitted diseases, crime and pounding against the walls of their cage with impotent hatred for a system they no longer have any chance of changing. Occasionally allow them to riot or lynch a few corporate symbols, turn these into repeated media spectacles, to further terrify the suburban and rural into horror.
- Occasionally run false-flag operations of terrorism to continually remind the proles of their mortality, increasing the importance of religion and political orthodoxy, ad infinitum. Make it evident that the government processes are failing, all the better to guide the stupid toward corporate fascism. From time to time, allow the electricity or gasoline supplies to fail, giving them a glimpse of what could happen should they fail to blindly obey.
With these suggestions in mind, you should have no problem whatsoever maintaining a Republican stranglehold over the nation for years to come. Rule by fear since that is the only reliable method.
Sincerely,
Uncle Screwtape |
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[Oct. 7th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
Ach du lieber, what a miserable day.
I show up to work to find all store managers present, have a group hemorrhoid about the district president showing up for a spot check tomorrow. First thing I'm told after walking in is that the janitor just quit less than 15 minutes before I walked in (wonder why) and I was to fill his duties for the night, plus my regular duties, plus work cashier (I like to pronounce it "cash-YAY!" just to spice things up). I recognize that this is just a temporary situation and that I'm at least thanked for my team spirit, but Jeepers H. Crackers was I all quisling'd up. I've never done any sort of janitorial before, let alone mopped more than three times in my life, so I was simultaneously completely oblivious to obvious mistakes and overeager on the minor details.
Then, to add weirdness into the equation, a house across the street burnt down (completely) and people were shrieking and terrified about it. To make it worse, I went out on smoke break, and found the bag that the arsonist dropped, full of firecrackers. I don't think it was a deliberate arson, just some kid playing with firecrackers for some reason ended up setting a house on fire. I had to call the police and fill out a report, and then get lectured by the police that if I see a suspicious bag, I'm not allowed to touch it. In hindsight, most definitely. It's just not one of those things you think about when you're just trying to do a job. I ended up losing an hour out of my already cramped schedule.
I'm at least pretty stable medicationally at the moment, otherwise I probably wouldn't have a job right now.
Seriously, retailers, could you just fucking relax for one moment in your life? Customers don't care if things aren't faced properly or the top-stock isn't shelved. You want us to sell things, I completely understand, but which way the toilet paper goes does not help us sell things. |
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