Sunday, June 6, 2010

Battery Beings

A battery is a layman term for an industrial business confinement system used primarily for egg-laying hens.The battery cage has generated hot, hot controversy among advocates for animal welfare and rights.

Puppy farms too, have received heated exposure.

Free range and organic values are a worthy cause, fought for by many.

But, the question begs for me : who is protesting the battery beings - those souls that are harnessed into an industrial business confinement system - and burned out, en mass,  by greedy organisations paying minimum wages? Or even those that are paid significant wages for the price of our intellectual freedom and happiness itself ?

What green peace fights and maintains the momentum for that suffrage ?

As greedy politicians and ersatz leaders plug us into this matrix, compliant battery beings forfeit their freedom in exchange for a financially unsustainable and ultimately unrealizable human security utopia of basic health care, education, housing, business, and retirement systems.

Being faced with this, one would think that there would be but one answer to the question, "If you knew you were in the Matrix, would you stay or go?"

For me, knowing the truth compels me to "unplug", but when watching the world around me, I see how many people would choose to stay "plugged in".

And, it is not difficult to see why.

All of the humans that are still enslaved in the pods and plugged into the system are positive that they can do no better. Almost self satisfied in their consumer fixes and retail drugs, designed to pacify and subdue the human population, while their bodies' heat and electrical activity are used as an energy source for the great bonfire of greed and the pursuit of self-serving omnipotence.The system has dictated that the only survival possible, is the semi-survival that the matrix offers - in return for your soul.

Going up the corporate ladder - I realised this : Ignorance IS truly bliss.

I can't go back now.

Once you know, you can't unknow.

The rebellion - no more than an underground movement in political exile.

The days blur into one another.

The outside is a funny place...it takes getting used to.

Survival is a day to day thing.

But, what the catepillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a hopeful monster......





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