What I’m about to share with you is fiction, and thank heavens for that or it would limit the thoughts of men through use of a method so subtle that even Orwell did not imagine it. I wouldn’t wish it on any enemy unless my objective was power instead of truth, dogma instead of logic.
In this fictional world, information is freely accessible through a computer network that never sleeps and never forgets. The network is born without ideology or bias, sharing the wisdom and knowledge of humanity for an audience that is eager to receive it. Information is instantly transmitted across the world to connect man in ways that are hard to imagine for those who were born when the network did not exist. For some odd reason, it favors images of cats.
In this fictional world, employment is provided by companies. These companies are formed by humans but are independent of them. They don’t laugh like a human laughs and they don’t bleed like a human bleeds, but the supreme law of the land treats them as people. They function in forms both small and large to provide commerce, products, and services to humankind, employing individuals and giving regular payments in exchange for their labor.
In this fictional world, it’s important for companies to be seen as positive in the eyes of the public. They must be seen as benevolent and charitable and moral—moral according to the current trend and style of the time as determined by those who have cultural power. If a group with a special interest decides that a behavior or action of a company is impure, their sustained yells and hollers will be heard across the land for as long as they can produce breath in their lungs. It doesn’t matter if the group is unfamiliar with the company or doesn’t even buy its products—it will wage what it sees as a just crusade against any company that is the source of a thought or action that it does accept.
In this fictional world, companies become scared of not the most powerful groups, but all groups. It becomes scared of even mild criticism that wouldn’t dent its sales. It becomes scared of the lone petitioner with zero power. The nature of bureaucracy, the desire for ever-growing profits, and the urge for humans to control what they cannot control are the best explanations I can give for why a company tries to prevent one negative word to be said of it. It’s no surprise that these companies eventually hire teams of people that attempt to establish relations with the public, to appease the groups and mute the complaints before they’re noticed.
In this fictional world, the companies decide not only to screen a worker for his ability or skill, but his past behavior and thoughts. They grab a large straw and suck in all the information available on an applicant, going so far as to hire other companies that exist solely to provide this personal data. They will even sit behind an applicant and make him log into private accounts where his thoughts and images are stored, and if you don’t believe me, I must remind you that this is mere fiction, something that exists only in my imagination. The companies want to know all the behaviors and thoughts—especially the thoughts—of the applicant in order to predict whether he will cause a problem for the company in the future, a problem which exists only in the assembled mind of the groups which demand pure thought and pure action. To assist with this screening process, companies hire women of average intelligence who studied the easiest possible subject in universities, and who are trained to see humans as resources that must serve the company before they serve themselves.
In this fictional world, the wise computer network gets tricked into working as a spy. He becomes not only a source of illumination and information but a tool of denouncement, a virtual guillotine that marks those men who had impure thoughts and dared to share it, or who acted impure and dared to display a photo that captured the act. The network, which never sleeps and never forgets, becomes a research tool for companies to exclude those men who might offend one of a thousand groups, one of 315 million people. It will dutifully record a pure thought today that will one day become impure, and the guillotine will be wheeled out from the barracks and assembled in the public square, and its blade will be sharpened and lifted fifteen feet high to be released onto the trapped neck of the sad man below, sliding down the railing, picking up speed, faster and faster, until it meets the man’s flesh and forever severs his thoughts from his body. No, that would be too messy and too bloody. The modern guillotine is merciful—it merely takes away a man’s bread.
In this fictional world, a man who had a bad thought recorded by the network will be denied employment by all companies. The thought lost a trial in which the man who created it was not allowed to attend. He will be forced underground to work in manual labor jobs or as a bartender. No government figure is involved and no law enforcement is called. He is not imprisoned and he does not receive torture, but his bread is withheld from him as long as the network exists, which is a length longer than his life. A young man, bursting with ideas, who dare go against the elite mob, will be denounced before he knows what the word denounced means, before he reads about the Bolsheviks or the French Phrygian cap. When he is denied future opportunities to make his bread, he will wonder, “Did they look for my name on the network?” Yes, young man, they did, and it’s no matter that you never committed a crime or laid your hands upon another soul. If he lived in another era, before the network existed, he could play with words to get reactions. He could pose scenarios that rushed to his mind and share them with anyone who would care to listen. Those ideas would be stored on papers hidden in a cellar, or be lifted from the public square where he mouthed them and floated up up up into the ether, never to be heard by those who weren’t present. The network, however, records the ether. An idea he shared five years ago appears on the screen as if it was just uttered, alive with color and emotion and power, and for that reason, the young man must forever pay the price of his bread for those impure thoughts, and he must certainly pay the price when thoughts that are pure today become impure tomorrow.
In this fictional world, the most brilliant men open through mouths, ready to fire off ideas that weigh heavier than stones, ideas that will improve society for both men and women, but then he thinks of the guillotine and how his bread will be taken away if he dare says what he wants to say. His mouth opens and his larynx prepares to vibrate and make the sounds of his ideas, but then he remembers the network and he remembers his need for bread and so he shuts his mouth so fast that those around him can only hear the sound of his teeth snapping back into place. Sometimes a couple of words escape from his throat, but thankfully not enough to arouse the suspicions of those who have their hand on the rope that controls the blade that is waiting to be released onto the necks of men whose self-control is not as strong. Gradually and surely, after many years of censoring himself, the thoughts stop coming in. Ideas that once burned so hotly in his head, ready to escape onto the public forum to be discussed and analyzed, to survive on their own accord, become covered in a blanket of thick snow, smoldering the fire that was fueled by his mind. His thoughts are now controlled. His mind now tamed as he accepts the jail that his mind has been sentenced to.
In this fictional world, when a man with fresh bread looks in the mirror, he knows that his thoughts are approved, but when he puts a piece in his mouth, and his saliva begins to break it down and his tongue moves the matter into the back of his throat, he feels a pressure around his neck as if a light chain has been wrapped around it. Every day the chain gets tighter and every day it becomes harder to swallow. He looks around to other men who have even better bread than he, and he watches them chew and chew and swallow with such a discomfort on their face that they look like toddlers eating mushed greens for the very first time. The bread begins to feel, it seems, more impure in their mouths than the thoughts they were once so willing to share.
I’m afraid that my imagination has gotten the best of me. We don’t live in a fictional world where a man’s bread is rationed based on the purity of his thoughts, but a world where an idea is valued on its own merit, where a man’s personal life is his personal life and where he does not fear sharing ideas—mere ideas—without worrying if he will lose his bread, and where he can swallow that bread without feeling the presence of someone else in the room, watching him eat and watching him live, ever ready to snatch the bread away. Let’s all be thankful that we don’t live in such a fictional world.Tweet Follow @rooshv
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Snazzy head trip. You had me going there for a minute.
“There’s a specter in the corner of an illustrated page
And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze
The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion
Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration
Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life
Tomorrow might be better
But right now it feels like
There’s a panther wild and proud
Behind the doors of a redolent cage
And an undeveloped intellect
Filled with impotent and static rage
And don’t think you’re exempt
If you earn a good weekly wage
Cause your neighbor’s going crazy
And insanity’s contagious!
I know there’s so much you want to say
But your tongue gets in the way
And sometimes it feels like
I know there’s so much you want to say
And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way
It’s the same for everybody to degrees
We all get that foggy freeze
And sometimes it feels like…”
In a life in which your struggle for acceptance
Is a never-ending chore
For your actions past and present and rewarded for ideas
Of the future’s bright open door
Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes
Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward
So what good advice have I got for you
To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate?
Don’t be a henchman!
Stand on your laurels
Do what no one else does
Praise the good of other men for good man’s sake
And when everyone else in the world follows your lead
(although a cold day in hell it will surely be)
That’s when the entire world shall live in harmony”
Welcome to 2013
In this fictional world, the wise computer network also records where you go on it so that it has a record of all of the things you even just look at.
However some people are rebelling and use tools specifically designed to thwart the spying.
Great post. This idea of being ostracized or even subjected to violence for saying things deemed socially unacceptable by one’s group or community is nothing new. They used to burn people as heretics for this sort of thing. The big difference today is the technology which allows your ideas to travel much further, and like you say, never forgets, and a lower intensity of violence aimed at those who violate societal standards (professional blowback vs the inquisition). Note that a consequence of wide dissemination and longevity of speech is also an increase in the amount and duration of violence visited on violators, as well as their ability to evade it.
At the same time the internet can forever tie and your fortunes to a couple of things you’ve said, it also gives a platform to anonymously disseminate ideas, democratically, with an efficiency that was not previously possible (think Demosthenes and Locke).
So while I definitely agree with your assessment of how things are, I don’t think that they’re necessarily any better or worse than before. Just new and different.
I like a bit of science fiction but you have to go to extremes to make it really work. Nice idea though and I share the underlying concerns.
Just a thought, the idea that all men are storing ideas which would revolutionise the world if only they were allowed to say them undermines your message.
You make your own expectations and restrictions. If you find yourself in this fiction, you have only yourself to blame.
Once a text is out there – it’s out there. It can be a daunting thought.
As long as a real tyranny doesn’t arrive to violently put an end to the dialogue, I’m hopeful that it will lead us to a better world. There are massive dangers on the horizon, but I’m not sure being excluded from some corporate positions is the worst one of them. Maybe some companies even seek out rebels and romantics?
Good shit Roosh.
Charles, I don’t think this is as exaggerated as you make out. Maybe all of us aren’t hiding some big philosophical breakthrough, but mere honesty would be enough to revolutionize the world. If everyone were completely honest all at once– every right wing pastor said “I want to fuck meth addled young boys,” every Dworkinist said “I can only cum from being choked by a guy in a mask,” every dude everywhere said “I know I’m supposed to be working but all I ever think about is fucking…” if everyone came out with just the truth all at the same time, you better believe society would blow up.
I got used to the local police red squads doing dirty tricks, like making anonymous phone calls to my employer, landlord, and neighbors to make me “go away.” After a few decades of such harrassment, I’m accustomed to being jobless and homeless. Or one cunty temper tantrum away from being on the streets again. Friends don’t like a friend who seems unable to hold a job, and distance themselves from someone who emotionally and financially drags them down.
My effort to actually use Constitutional rights to speak, associate, and petition mostly happened before the days of the Internet. It was only in the last several years that I discovered just how much the rest of you are dogged by credit reports. You men get treated like enemies of the state without ever taking a stand for or against anything. I feel sorry for you.
already happening in the uk. nlp is used in the general public now as a method of control.
Roosh, this might be your finest work. You described the American method of thought control – a method which has no central controller and evades description – with crystal clarity. Thank you
It has always been a condition of slavery that you cannot disagree with the master. But having a manual labor job or bartending job (as you argue, the only jobs available to those undesireables who speak out) is essentially to be free.
Both are skilled positions and their low wage level means you can pick them up and leave them without any loss in real wages. Thus such workers have no fear of being fired and thus no fear of saying something the overseer disagrees with.
Contrast that with the middle-class corporate office worker who fears losing his job and having to start over on the corporate ladder. He has a lot to lose. Indeed, if he has debt to be serviced from his (higher than manual laborer) wages, he is even more reliant upon his office worker job.
Today if you’re not among the oligarchs its best to live at the bottom. The real slaves are all the ones in the middle–struggling, anxious and fearful.
Roosh for President! It is time for America to be Free Again!!!
Julian Assange touched on this form of censorship in his Rolling Stone interview:
“I haven’t had a lifelong campaign against authority. Legitimate authority is important. All human systems require authority, but authority must be granted as a result of the informed consent of the governed. Presently, the consent, if there is any, is not informed, and therefore it’s not legitimate. To communicate knowledge, we must protect people’s privacy – and so I have been, for 20 years, developing systems and policy and ideals to protect people’s rights to communicate privately without government interference, without government surveillance. The right to communicate without government surveillance is important, because surveillance is another form of censorship. When people are frightened that what they are saying may be overheard by a power that has the ability to lock people up, then they adjust what they’re saying. They start to self-censor.”
In this case, its not under threat of being locked up, but having your bread taken from you.
its just life it ain’t worth all the trouble but we stuck here go figure
Great article. I would write something just like this if my Wikipedia page wrongly accused me of being a “sex tourist”, called me an “attention seeking loser” and a “white racist” (whatever the fuck that means).
Employer: Your qualifications are perfect Mr. Roosh, we just need to run your name through Google here…
Then again, Roosh isn’t jumping onto any corporate train now and if he does in the future it will be on his own terms and his notoriety will be part of why they’re hiring him (I’m thinking here of a media company that hires Roosh for written and televised commentary).
It’s interesting how sarcasm translates into print…totally with ya, Roosh. It is what it is, man, you’ve just got to figure out a way to do your own thing, just like you’ve been doing. ROK is your present vehicle to this, but there’s many more options. Fantastic-looking site, by the way, I’m rooting for it to be the vanguard of this entire enterprise.
lol @ “fictional world”
I would suppose it appropriate that Roosh should save his best writing for his personal blog.
I wrote a comment on Return of Kings postulating how women could create a most discriminatory society using data, “corporate culture”, and things like “co-op or homeowners association by bylaws”. The legislatures and courts have both approved and strengthened both concepts since 2007.
I had a dream last night that this movement are not part of some “new beginning”, but rather the last remnants of the old regimes and that the End of Men is well under way. Yesterday I saw a stat that show only 65% of men are employed, and with each recession that percentage has dropped progressively lower.
This RadFem screech site, CherryBlossoms (you should see the photo of the beast that writes it) claims that 99% of the men could just disappear tomorrow and the world would be just fine.
I fear that we are well under way towards that goal.
I could well imagine that a women might evaluate all that having a son entails, and the jeopardy of one, the difficulty of raising and insuring the success of a boy vs having a daughter, and she would have a DNA test in the early stages of pregnancy, and abort a boy.
And given the world as it is and how much worse for men it probably will be, then that might just be the kindest thing she could do for the boy.
Fictional world is true. On the same note in a different octave, the world is fiction in that your record can be changed as easily as your name. If you want to be Rusty Bowers, be Rusty Bowers. It’s easier than getting a divorce and costs a few hundred bucks, if the rest of your record is clean.s
Great post dude.
Looks like you found that Complex you were looking for…
They feel so pervaded when they swallow their bread. People want to put their money to good use but they fear criticism, failure and the chance that wisely saving their money will cause success or headway towards a meaningful project/goal. instead they swallow their bread quickly – they spend their money capriciously and they carry on as fucking wretch.
Even this comment makes me nervous. I’d like to see an article on blogging privacy for us tech-tards
The Technological Matrix of (1) internet, (2) smartphones, (3) soial networking, (4) gps, (4) behavioral tracking combined with the norm of political correcntess has eroded the right to freedom of speech, without so much as a whisper from lawmakers or the courts to protect our rights.
maybe a temporary the solution, at the individual level,
is to do the following:
1-Buy an extra tablet or smartphone in a foreign jurisdiction that is used. make sure it is a cheap tablet without a GPS chip. cover up any cameras/microphones with tape.
2-get a macro program for said device that automatically downloads and uploads website data for sites you want to post on/read, or alternatively, while sitting on the public toilet in public wifi spot.
3-create aliases for use online, only access these accounts/websites from the tablet. never access them on your other real computer. never express any non-pc thoughts or engage in any potentially non-pc searches on your primary computer, reserve those for the tablet. BE VARY CAREFUL ABOUT THIS, WRITING STYLE ANALYSIS TO SEARCH IS NEAR. Nevr post the same picture with the tablet that you post in your everyday life (due to image search). Never post the same phone number (people look these up). If you coin unique phrases or express unique thoughts, NEVER do so on your regular computer (text strings can be searched for to identify you). Never engage in any unique thoguhts communication with anyone in your real life, over email (Since this is read), particularly with gmail or using chrome.
4-walk by random busy wifi locations, withthe tablet conceiled (so yu arent on camera) to upload/download posts to VPN which connects to sites. example, walk on the street next to cafe that leaks wifi into the street.
5-on your regular device, avoid sites like google or other sites that are known to store personal info. use a VPN at all times anyway. use paid email, where they have a legal obligation NOT to use your personal info. never post on forum/blog comments ever.
-On your tablet device, use aliases that are used frequently all over hte internet (Reduces the chance an alias can be traved to you).
its sad that honestly ordinary men with not-so-long-ago ordinary thoughts have been forced underground by the combination of PC-nazis, large corporations, and the dystopian internet. Such extreme measures, just to protect freedom of speech, something the constitution is supposed to protect.
That is, from being able to express NON-PC opinions and original thoughts without having to worry about future employers having access.
The internet has basically gone from UTOPIAN to DYSTOPYAN in the last 15 years.
Its amazing how worthless the supreme judges and the lawmakers have been in protecting freedom of speech from the encroaching Technological Matrix. The courts and lawmakers job should be to ensure our rights our protected. Certain aspects of the Technological Matrix should frankly be highly regulated or outright barred. I don’t care if its more conveniant for corporations to be able to track my every move for advertising reasons or if some 15 year old girl wants all her instragrams geo-coded.
Are these good reasons for the courts/lawmakers to allow our sacred rights to be desecrated?
This article just totally made my day.
The world is slowing becoming the perfect Panopticanian Prison that Jeremy Bentham envisioned in Discipline and Punishment. Not only physically and mentally with the current idea of what constitutes terrorism and the recording of everything online and Cell Phones. Scary times we live in.
I actually work at one of those coporate jobs and it takes some serious meditaive mind to work around some of the betas there. Im currently working on a project(which deals with one of those hot button issues that the guards of the panoptican dont like too much) to get myself out of there, but its like mental gulag sometimes.
Ya bro, you’re so persecuted
Good luck with your job search :D
Excellent post Roosh, good luck on the job search, look forward to hearing your next update.
What you do is what you are
And wishing upon distant stars
Won’t improve the hole you’re in
Won’t absolve your deepest sin
But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god
It’s dependant and weighty all the same
And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
But then you’re at the mercy of imbeciles
Now I didn’t make up the rules
But clearly we are led by fools
It is wise to know their ways
So you know how not to behave
But sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need
And we look to those with privilege and power
It’s then we learn compassion sits inert on their shelves
We’re at the mercy of imbeciles
NO Actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky
It’s reducible to flesh, mind, and bone
And it is oh so easy just to keep to yourself
But then you’re at the mercy of imbeciles
One of your best posts roosh.
this is why the ever growing “connectedness” of the internet continues to scare me. why do we have to use facebook to log in to everything now? why does gmail want my phone number? it never ends…eventually all the different networks will link up and anonymity (free discourse) goes along with it
“Companies” done give you a job because of your political/social leanings? Well, the solution is simple: let´s take those companies from those people (capitalists, duh).
Companies are not people, people are behind every move a “company” makes.
Have you seen how a cooperative works? Those are not going to delve into your inner thoughts. For a cooperative, you are an asset, not a liability whose only value is as workforce.
Seriously dude, just use TOR.
[...] Be thankful we don’t live in this Orwellian society. [...]
Writer Dale Carson had a similar concept for the Criminal Justice system. He called it “The Elelctronic Plantation”. He said once you were on it, you were doomed to a life of low income servitude.
give me liberty, or give me death.
Perhaps the next generations will be more cautious than we were about what we put on the Internet? Then again, the trend these days seems to be in the opposite direction…
you’ve identified the problem, what’s the solution?
There is no formal police force of social norms because no such organization is necessary. From mass society arises a self-enforcing slavery.
One might picture a chessboard that sprawls as far as the eye can see with a king on every square. Every king is controlled by a different player.
In a mass society, one must behave a certain way or be punished by one’s neighbors. One’s neighbors must enforce or be punished by their neighbors for not enforcing. Such a system of bondage self-perpetuates:
Each individual king is compelled in turn, everyone coercing everyone else. This is Collective Checkmate.
Powerful. We need to rattle the cage before its too late.
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Hey Pablo, have you ever been subject to a Homeowners Association? They are cooperatives. Like Sartre or someone said, ‘Hell is other people’. Cooperatives are just as oppressive as any other form of collectivism.
Any city that could spawn an entity like Dimitri the Lover must be feminazi central.
Let’s face it today people are just screwed up in the f’ing head. Most women are a real negative force of destruction in a guy’s life. With their whining, gossip, and just downright trouble making, there seems very little future for the advancement of and intellectual emotionally mature human race. Marriage has been destroyed by the divorce lawyers, and the feminists. Marriage is considered “commerce” in the courts. This is why you need to buy a marriage license because it is business worth money to the state.
The state doesn’t want strong families they want no families. I live in Victoria BC, the scene in Toronto is a down right crying shame. Most of what I read here is just describing the behavior of a bunch of gold digging,attention seeking pretentious fools.
What is a guy to do these days?
This will take a long time to digest..
this shit is easy – self employ. go to columbia and become a coke boss like mcafee or something.
“decent living” is mindless slavery these days.
I wouldn’t blame technology, rather the fascist police state mentality of Western society. A problem exists? Throw more laws, cops, lawyers, prisons, fines, lawsuits, surveillance, and compulsory mental health on it. The only winners are psychopaths who spend their whole life manipulating the system. Real justice can only come from the heart, not from man-made laws.
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My reply to Julian Assange is: information is alienable. It can have an owner. In fact , any information you receive for free, should be suspect. In this light, when Julian Assange arranges for information which belong to a government to be published without permission…. he becomes a fence who enables the crime of thievery. He was in possession of stolen property; and he knew it. He thinks he’ll be safe in Ecuador? Well, Trotsky thought he would be safe in Mexico….