Flight Case, or Chi Resistence
Fall 2009
What a miserable situation.
The group you were to be loyal to hates you because they feel you betrayed them. To me, it was always a shitty deal.
The orders usually came down from the step-parents, and very often the “suggestions” came in through news broadcasts, internet communications such as spam headlines or old friends, and also phone calls and junk SMS texts. Some orders were for their benefit and others were “for mine”. Moving from a small town to a big city when I came to California was one such example. The bubble wasn’t so easy to maintain there. People were aware, more or less, but still there wasn’t much to bother me directly. However, once near San Francisco, they struggled to keep me from getting out, because in that city, there were plenty of people who were awake and vocal, and very likely to snap me out of it. As it turned out, their efforts were completely in vain, and it happened anyway.
One broadcast I remember, when things got really hot in terms of my awakening, was around Halloween. The news was telling me there was a highway shooter on the hills bordering the path from my house to the city. I sensed it was nonsense from the beginning though – there were no bodies, no videos of the wreckage, no names, no vigils, and no follow-up story. Just this one weird broadcast, disembodied, and the anchor doing the hypno-stare directly “at me” as the report continued. Now I know how they love their carnage, and cannot imagine them holding anything of the sort back. With the muckraking journalists selling one disaster after another, it was simply unbelievable that on a 10 lane highway, nobody got hit after being shot in the head while moving over 50 miles per hour (let alone that one could connect such a shot). No wonder why the reporters call them “stories”. They are! Very cool stories.
Some of the aware believe me to be complicit, and love the Nazi analogies. On the other hand, I didn’t expect many to believe my personal stance on the issue. Sure, the Nazis are going to blame the Jews and the Jews will blame the Nazis, forever, until the end of time. What most don’t know is that, exactly like the American political system, there is a group above and outside it all, making it all happen, smashing the two against each other while keeping the real power to themselves. Me? I just always wanted out. As far as I was concerned, I knew that if word was out, I was meant to be a scapegoat, or a decoy, whose purpose was nothing more than to serve the purpose of drawing fire while the real criminals worked out their next move, one after another. In the meantime, they have been trying to pin every major shitstorm on my head, from the Occupy Wall Street movement, to the US Market’s flash crash, to the alleged terrorist attack that followed, and so on. The occupy was especially funny, since once people realized that it had popular support, a lot of the politicians back-pedalled, and scrambled to reclaim the credit for themselves. This project is so covered in failure, it’s one of the simpler joys in my life. I remind myself of it as often as I can.
Now that I’m on the road staying in cheap hotels, I know I’m going to run into these same trust fund brats who, despite claiming to support this thing, are going to work for the exact corporations they were protesting. They try to turn it on me, wasting my time with pointless conversation, trying to get closer and bleed me out. I know their game. I call it the “Occupy Time” movement, which is partnered with a similar activist front known as the “Occupy Yourself, Asshole” initiative. I am proud to announce that both are total failures.
I shouldn’t be surprised though – the cryptocracy (I suppose you can call them the Illuminati) sacrifices their own like most people blink, especially what they probably regarded from the beginning as a worthless orphan. Hated by the masters for blatant defiance and unapologetic attacks, hated by those outside the circle for believed allegiance, this stray dog’s lifespan got a lot shorter. But as I always remind myself – at least it’s my life now.