Abel Danger isn't unique in this regard. Every group on the receiving end of spin seems to conveniently forget that their side is also a judicious user of the curve ball.
In my opinion, all this does is deflect any serious discussion away from the glaring "elephant-in-the-room" factoid that most of the information we ingest in a day is little more than someone's propaganda.
I'm sure that's exactly how the people running our dysfunctional consensus reality want things to run.
The uber-rich give amply to both parties. They are beyond the dipshit partisan ideology that obsesses we proles. I doubt that they give a tinker's tit about which wing does the leadership pantomime as long as they own the wing.
I hope this hunk of bread spread clarifies things. If not, just put me down as another annoying peasant.
It really isn't that I'm against propaganda. Face facts, without the fairy tales, the herd would panic. A nation of adult adolescents who seem to have stopped maturing at around their 15th birthday are not prepared for adult discussions. They need fun.
And giggles. Lots & lots of giggles. They'll accept the serial rapist as long as a cute puppy story follows on its heels.
I recently watched an episode of Jesse Ventura's Conspiracy Theory.
On it, Jesse intrepidly braved the wrath of the elite by attempting to expose "the elite's" massive tunneling effort, their minions toiling to build them bunkers against the coming 2012 catastrophe.
To be succinct, it sucked. Jesse's Posse had research skills that would embarrass David Icke. Evidently, if it's on the web it's the GODDAMN TRUTH! And if someone JUST LOOKS JESSE IN THE EYE & APPEARS TO BELIEVE THEIR OWN BULLSHIT, that is good enough for the Jester.
But that's why shows like that exist, isn't it? To make any thought of "conspiracy" look completely & utterly foolish. Shoddy research, dubious sources, huge leaps of proof challenged imagination make it easy to laugh at. And those not laughing are kept busy chasing phantoms & ghosts.
All my criticisms aside, what I found utterly, gut bustingly hilarious, was this section:
It starts out with Jesse's British hottie googley-eyed & amazed that the U.S. Government has "bases" in the middle of fucking nowhere. And...and...(gosh, I'm amazed too)...and they have airstrips there too.
Then Jesse talks to some fellows who are turning old abandoned missile silos into upscale underground condos.
This ties in with another Posse member's intrepid expose of the Cheyenne Mountain underground bunker.
Now here's where my gut busted & all my bile leaked out.
Cheyenne Mountain was developed to counter the dreaded demon known as
The U.S. Government & their elite compadres dreamed up a strategy known as M.A.D., or Mutually Assured Destruction, which posited that any nuclear war with the Soviets would result in the complete destruction of both sides.
It seems to be a system of deterrence based on the idea that's it's better to be dead than Red.
Did you catch that motherfucker? I said
BETTER DEAD THAN RED
Except, that really isn't true.
Oh, our fearless leaders wouldn't have the tiniest qualm about watching us turn into irradiated mutants or shadows stuck to walls, but they've always envisioned another fate for themselves. They named that stillborn little nightmare of an idea
CONTINUITY OF GOVERNMENT.
And thankfully, by the grace of the dumbfuck masses, they were able (abel?) to nursemaid their dreams into fruition.
In other words, yoohoo America funded the mass construction of instruments of their own annihilation while they simultaneously funded the construction of an escape capsule for the people who sold them on the weapons in the first place.
The only thing ingenuous about this plan is the blatant way it never, not once, "misunderestimated" the stupidity of the average American pud yanker.
Let's put our time traveling earphone thing-a-ma-bobs on and have a listen to that twirling and spinning turd of a conversation:
"Look, we've got an idea. Since the Commies suck big stinky donkey dick, we've developed this strategy that could, quite possibly, lead to you, the American people, being magically transformed into a really humongous pile of charcoal briquettes. Ummmm...would that be a problem?"
"No...good. Actually that would be more than good, that would be utterly splendid."
"What's that? Where will we, your leaders be when everyone plops on to the nuclear Coleman?
Ah, yes...well that brings me to my second proposal...
We, your leaders, also understand the necessity of ensuring that our way of life carries on. We need to have someone who will pick up the shattered pieces afterwards. And, quite frankly, who better than the folks who did the shattering? So...ummmm...we're going to be hunkered down inside a mountain with about a million cases of Ensure. Y'see, we need to maintain a...ummmm...a con...a continuity of...of...government...yeah, that's it...a motherhumpin' con-ta-new-a-tea of guv'ment.
You buy that, don't you pal?
Look, the quicker you say "yes," the quicker you can go home & click on ESPN."
Meanwhile, Jesse & his crew are chasing twee tales of underground bunkers & sunspot doomsday, seemingly unaware that we, the ever watchful & competent masses, already assented to the insertion of that big stubbly hunk of "elite" peckerwood long ago.
But that's okay. I'm a goddamn patriot. And if my metamorphosis into a blackened cinder ensures the survival of one rich guy, it was worth it.
Man, I hope there's a game on....