To better appreciate the myriad mechanisms driving the endless Culture War of Terror, we must turn our attention to ground zero of the eternal conflict itself, to the one and only United Snakes of America. The influence of the American media apparatus on western society cannot be overstated. It extends far beyond the obvious cultural hegemony of the Hollywood film industry, which itself is a swarming hive-mind of many of the most devout and dedicated Faux Progressive zealots on the planet, collectively forming a troublesome subset of the Gibblehead eco-system, the Conformity Culture Vultures.
A thorough analysis and examination of Hollyweird as a thriving colony within the known Gibbleverse is well worth undertaking; however, as fascinating and amusing a study as that may be, it’s not the focus here. We’ll save that one for a rainy day. For now, in the interests of establishing a common lexicon and mutual basis of understanding, we must dive into the fundamental undercurrents and philosophical principles of the endless Culture War of Terror, a thrilling, nail-biting misadventure riddled with high octane suspense, action and romance (replete with gratuitous soft-core sex scenes) and one we will speedily embark upon in this particular dissertation.
But before we begin our Fantastic Voyage, we must recognize that the full impact of American media culture on the Western Shitegeist extends far beyond the previously proven franchise-approved, pro-military, pro-pharma, pro-wealth inequality CGI Sploogefests routinely rubberstamped by a random smattering of hedgefund boardrooms to be repurposed, recycled and then rolled-out worldwide to a variety of exhibition venues and digital media outlets, both in the legal and not-so legal dimensions. For instance, Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS) is not only a phenomenon isolated to the mainstream media culture within the continental United States—it radiates like a lab-concocted, hyper-contagious Chinese virus throughout the entire western hemisphere, infecting a wide assortment of susceptible and tender minds in every corner of every land.
The deepest roots of the socio-political, psychological phenomenon we’re examining here originate from a time that predates history itself, to the very first cave people who figured out how to manipulate the rest of the tribe in order to snatch the tastiest morsels of meat for themselves; however, for the purposes of this discussion, we only need to look back as far as the earliest days of the plantation era, to a time that, in the increasingly deranged minds of the Nipple Dippers, captured America at the height of its Greatness. As the dissident activist and historian Howard Zinn pointed out in his infamous chronological counter-narrative, A People’s History of the United States, back in the Antebellum south of the 1800’s, white servants, black slaves and neighbouring native populations would occasionally unite to overthrow the oppressive and brutal plantation masters. In order to prevent this from continuously transpiring, the plantation oligarchs implemented an insidious system of petty privileges—white indentured servants were given more privilege than black house slaves, black house slaves were afforded more than field slaves who in turn, enjoyed more liberties than neighbouring native populations (women were generally regarded as a sub-species within each of the respective categories). This cleverly devised strategy established a clearly defined hierarchy that effectively pitted each faction against the next, thus undermining the possibility of any solidarity forming between groups that may effectively oppose the will of the Overlords.
It’s important to note however that it’s a commonly held misconception that slavery was abolished at the end of the civil war. This is one of the most profound delusions bewildering the collective American unconscious today. Make no mistake, slavery is alive and well in our present reality. In fact, it’s never been better, although instead of being found in the cotton fields, under sunny skies and in the fresh, wide open air, it’s been transposed to the infinitely more dire conditions of the prison industrial complex where the modern day equivalent of the indentured servants and field slaves are locked up in maximum security penitentiaries (this happened at an exponential rate thanks to the Joe Biden Crime Law of the 1990’s), where they’re fed a diet of nutritionally deprived, processed foods and then farmed out to corporations for ridiculously cheap prison labour.
So if you’re wondering why the inner-city ghettoes of America are so criminally neglected, it isn’t due to any government incompetence or lack of public funding. The ghettoes function perfectly well for their intended purposes, to breed and then funnel surplus labour in the form of virile, young men into the prison industrial complex where they can be exploited for as little as 23 cents an hour. This is why the United States is home to 25% of the world’s prison population despite boasting only 5% of the world’s population in total.
But slavery isn’t the only thing that endures from the pre-civil war era. The manufactured social hierarchies implemented during that time remain firmly entrenched to this day. This is what the controversial term, ‘White Male Privilege’ (a phrase guaranteed to jettison any a Nipple Dipper into a firestorm of Rain Man-style, head-smacking rage and panic) essentially refers to. These privileges manifest in a number of relatively mundane situations such as renting an apartment, getting a job, receiving equal pay or not being gunned down by the cops in cold blood for playing with a toy gun when you’re a little kid.
As painful as this may be for Nipple Dippers to contemplate, it’s important to recognize that white, working class males, though still wallowing under the same general repression that affects all members of the lower classes, nevertheless enjoy more “petty privileges” than their ethnically diverse counterparts, just as white servants did over their black brothers and sisters in the classic slave era of American history. Of course, reactionary conservatives will vehemently deny the existence of this privilege because by doing so, they run the risk of erasing whatever cultural advantages they implicitly believe are their rightful entitlements. While being constantly covetous of occupying the rungs directly above their station, the modern day manifestations of the white indentured servants are deeply and primarily invested in maintaining their current niche on the social ladder and thus, are constantly anxious of being displaced by any of the factions they perceive to be beneath them.
This is not something many of the, “I’m not racist, but…” contingent seem to be consciously aware of, but it’s a powerful psychological impulse that drives the engine of the culture wars, and once it can be seen, it cannot be unseen. This is why you’ll find that many reactionary white males (or the women who’ve sworn allegiance to them) have very little patience for discussions surrounding, “institutionalized racism,” and “patriarchy” and refuse to acknowledge the existence of systemic discrimination of any marginalized groups in any sense.
In the more extreme cases, vulnerable pockets of Nipple Dippers have given way to a paralyzing, reactionary panic that causes them to believe they’ve already lost all privileges (a somewhat sympathetic impulse given the intense degree of Gibblehead generated corporate propaganda that’s designed to inflict this very sensation on the poor. hyper-sensitive, snowflake Nipple Dippers). This is what gives rise to the likes of the Incels, the Men’s Rights Movement and the neofascist denizens of The Daily Stormer, although with respects to the first two groups in that nefarious list, you’ll find many an ethnically diverse individual involved because though Nipple Dippers can come in all shapes, sizes and colours, they share one incredibly important principle in common: a deep and resounding fear of any faction from the lower rungs clamouring to claim their spot on the social ladder of life.
If you’ve ever watched The Joe Rogan Experience or Tucker Carlson on X, you’ll see this reactionary reflex manifest in real time. Any time the issue of racial discrimination is mentioned, both men grow immediately uncomfortable and instantly move to deny that racism persists in America today. I’m not sure at what point in history they believe it completely vanished, but presumably, this make-believe event happened somewhere in between the 300 year-long practise of the Atlantic Slave Trade and our present reality. Maybe it was the moment Martin Luther King Jr said something about not judging others by the colour of their skin? Or possibly it happened in the eighties when the Cosby Show first aired on NBC? Or perhaps somebody scribbled something on the back of a Hallmark card and then the very concept of institutionalized racism vanished as quickly as it had appeared? Whenever this magical cultural healing moment took place, from the Nipple Dippers’ perspective, somehow all racial disparities in America have been rendered permanently extinct so please don’t let any of the viral videos of white cops slaughtering black kids in cold blood fool you otherwise.
The more extreme Nipple Dipper position holds the view that not only does racism not exist, but it’s actually a clever Charles Manson style psychological operation conducted by the New World Order to create a perpetually angry underclass of African Americans (or something like that). Apologies to any of the Conspiracy Fetishists out there if I’m mischaracterizing any of this but for further clarity, I suggest grabbing a random N.W.O. Nipple Dipper and have them explain the logic of all of this because I’m not able to do justice to it here, although the irony does not escape me that rather than recognize how petty privileges were implemented to divide American society against itself, the N.W.O. Nipple Dippers believe that the enduring hierarchy amounts to a fabrication designed to divide society against itself. It’s funny how that works, isn’t it?
On second thoughts, it’s probably best not trying to explain any of this to a Nipple Dipper. It can’t be done. You’d have better luck convincing a Gibblehead of how there’s no quality scientific evidence to support the efficacy of medical-looking masks to thwart the transmission of respiratory viruses.
But speaking of the cuddly and loveable Faux-Progressives, let’s hop over to the Gibbleverse for a minute to contemplate the likes of Democracy Now!, it’s not hard to understand why the reactionaries are so easily triggered by stuff like this. On almost any episode of Amy Goodman’s show, you’ll find an endless parade of social justice activists mired in what could easily be described as Victim Culture. It’s not that the core issues underpinning their positions aren’t legitimate, it’s that the sanctimonious and dramatically alarmist reactions to these issues often veer deep into the murky realms of Partisan Derangement which naturally intensifies the ever-growing divide between the Gibbles and the Dippers.
By shifting focus away from the one, true, common enemy, the plantation owners successfully conditioned each faction within the manufactured hierarchies to view the others as an existential threat. The Culture Wars have continued to deepen and intensify this tradition ever since, benefitting naturally from advancements in technology, mass media, the internet, behavioural sciences and a whole host of additional underlying drivers and compounding variables. This system has evolved into something so incredibly complex and bewildering, I don’t believe there’s a single person on the planet today who could successfully navigate this wilderness of funhouse mirrors. As A.I. technology will inevitably be employed to further bewilder the minds of the public, it’s highly possible we may never be able to achieve any level of sustainable Cultural Sanity. As Gandalf implored the dwarves in the Mines of Moria, “Fly, you fools. This foe is beyond any of you.”
Given that we live under a global oligarchy represented by a Corporate Superstate where just 0.1% of the population controls the vast majority of wealth and resources, it’s important to understand the one thing that’s most important to our Overlords—it’s not the money, honey, or more power, influence or the fulfillment of any of their technocratic schemes and totalitarian day dreams. Their primary objective is to secure and maintain what they already possess, and given that they’re in the extreme minority and are vastly outnumbered by the other 7.887 billion people on the planet, this requires gaining as much control over the public mind as possible. You see, the oligarchs jealousy guard their respective position on the social ladder with as much, if not more, enthusiasm as the repressed classes they’ve permanently sentenced to the prison of petty privileges. But alas, this is the Achilles’ Heel of the Ruling Degenerates. They’re the few and we’re the many. They have always been the few and we have always been the many and so it goes, they will always be the few and we will always be the many. As with the Plantation Owners who came before them, maintaining control is absolutely essential to their survival and collective peace of mind, and the number one tactic they rely upon in order to achieve this goal is to partisan-skewer every issue possible to keep us endlessly fighting amongst ourselves. This is called Divide & Conquer and it’s something our Infernal Overlords pour a tremendous amount of wealth, resources and psychic energy into in order that it is constantly maintained and operating at full capacity.
While it’s difficult, if not impossible, to point fingers at exactly who’s engineering all of this and how all of it’s been specifically designed (especially given the endless number of contributing variables that are themselves consequences of actions that are not necessarily deliberately orchestrated), the end result is always the same—we are perpetually subjected to an unending assault of psychological operations that influence every aspect of our lives and dominate everything we read, see, hear and engage in with our fellow citizens. It’s impossible to escape the constant presence of indoctrination as perpetrated by the Overlords.
Perhaps one of the most significant and longest running Corporate Superstate psyops is the mythology of U.S. Democracy itself. The American political system is nothing but pure theatre, designed primarily to give the masses the illusion that they possess some degree of political agency and to condition them to believe that democracy is little more than a generously afforded ritual practised every few years where one is bestowed with the great luxury of wandering into a school cafeteria and ticking a piece of paper to choose between one of two manufactured political parties: Team Pepsi or Team Coke, both of whom are owned and operated by the exact same corporate interests. This isn’t a concept anyone who’s even remotely informed about the true nature of American politics will disagree with and yet the vast majority of us get caught up in the horse race anyway and can’t help but play along with this delirious, make-believe charade. The Corporate Democrats and Corporate Republicans are divided along nothing more than desperately thin, partisan lines, largely around social issues that in no way, shape or form substantially threaten the bottom lines of the Ruling Degenerates. It’s important to keep this in mind the next time you find yourself butting heads with that stubborn, bigoted uncle at Thanksgiving dinner. Make no mistake: Exxon, Raytheon and Pfizer, as much as they may or may not virtue signal in any particular direction, couldn’t give a fuck about gender neutral bathrooms.
If there’s any hope (and as cynical as I am, I honestly believe there is hope, even if I do so out of nothing more than sheer spite), we need to collectively recognize the basic framework I’m describing here. I believe many do. It’s just that the thought slips out of their minds as quickly as it penetrates and very few seem to allow this understanding to dictate an enduring sense of how global power operates.
As much as we’ve been conditioned to despise the opposing side in the endless Culture War of Terror, we need to devise some sort of strategic truce and functional compromise between the Gibbles, the Dippers and the free-thinking Wildings. Surely it can’t be such an impossible thing to illustrate how we’re being played against each other along partisan lines? You see, once it has been seen, the solution is almost self-explanatory, it practically jumps off the page—if there’s to be any hope for humanity beyond an endless economic, digital and mental slavery to the Corporate Superstate, we must learn to find unity in the face of our common enemy, very much how our ancestors, the indentured white servants, black slaves and neighbouring native populations managed to achieve so many moons ago.
As Winston Smith observed in the Orwell classic:
“If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there in those swarming disregarded masses, 85 per cent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within…But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength. would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it? And yet-!.”
And this is what terrifies the Infernal Overlords more than anything else. This is what gives them night terrors, heart palpitations and keeps them locked in a constant state of sweat-drenched anxiety—the paralyzing fear that one of these days we may snap out of the fog of pre-fabricated, partisan-skewered derangement and suddenly grow conscious of our collective strength.
They will spend every last penny they own (or rather, every last penny you own) making sure this never happens.
— Stuart F. Andrews
p.s. On the next edition of Thought Crimes, we’ll dive deeper into the terrifying depths of Cultural Psychosis and contemplate an even more horrifying fate, what reality looks like outside of the bipolar Narrative Matrix, beyond the pre-fabricated confines of partisan skewered consciousness. Spoiler Alert! It’s not for the faint of heart or the delicate of mind so viddy at your own peril my little Droogies.