The Distraction Game

Everything in your life is distracting you from your true purpose. Your mission goal may be to procreate and raise little versions of you. Alternatively, your craving to write stories, build houses, grow food, write software, heal people, sing and dance, fly planes, or research the unknown could be what makes you jump out of bed in the mornings eager to crack on.

Not everyone is blessed with this kind of energy but the ones who are, well, you can spot them a mile away. They're always buzzing, putting in the extra hours. No challenge is insurmountable, they will find a way under, over, around all obstacles in their way or die trying.

The others? The unfortunate ones. Well... they're lucky if they can drag their carcasses to work each day just to punch the clock, meet minimum requirements, keep up appearances, pretend to join in with the latest gossip and sports news, then head to the bar and back to bed to rinse repeat as many times as necessary to pay off the debt, bills, and rent until the carriage clock finally arrives in the post.

Along the way, both the fortunate and the unfortunate are likely to absorb the media circus that infuses the current life modality, one that has now reached fever pitch, supersaturating the airwaves and the internet to levels that have become unavoidable unless one chooses to live in a cave and even then Starlink and portable solar panels are closing that loophole.

So what gives? Where's the problem?

At first glance, it appears that most 'users' of media and all the latest iterations of personal tech are blissfully happy with the constant stream of content flowing into their expectant mindspaces with barely a complaint, not even a shrug, just quiet compliance with the new ways.

However, it's becoming apparent to me that many consumers of the current, neverending flood of entertainment and news are simply unable to express how they're really feeling deep down. They may not actually understand what it is that's irking them, quietly eating away at their souls as if the safety mechanism has been flipped off. They can't react anymore because their brains have been trained to accept all of this as normal and that there is no turning back, only the forward march of progress towards something better, bigger, more futuristic.

Well, I'm starting to think that's a big fat lie and many others already figured this out a long time ago. We used to call them Hippies. I have no idea what they're called now but they're there in the background doing more or less the same thing, more or less dropping out of the system that continues to saturate the airwaves, attempting to squeeze shut the off ramps from the central control grid, the smarter safer cities initiative that is anything but.

These nouveau Hippies with their homesteading communities are at least 'getting it.' They may not actually survive any better than anyone else if or when The Distraction Protocol implodes, when the Normies finally see what's been in front of their faces the entire time and eventually grow a spine and go apeshit on the political class and the tech-laden city guard that's been closing in all the while, no, but at least the nouveau Hippies can bathe in the glow of "I told you so," as the Business As Usual New Normal reality disintegrates baring all exposing, more than anything, the ones who didn't prepare in the slightest, the ones who didn't have an inking of a clue of what was coming down the pike.

Now, before I run the risk of being labelled a Cassandra, a doom and gloomer, or even a spilling-over-with-joy end times cultist, I would just like to add that I don't know, nor do I think anyone can know for sure, what happens next. It's just that collapse, at least of the economic kind, and at least across some regions if not all, appears to be on the table whether deliberately set up and activated by the globalist central banking cartel making way for the next system (technocracy), or simply as a result of the fiat currency debt and endless growth based economic model that inevitably reaches limits when resource acquisition and consumer spending become strained or unsustainable.

https://www.firstpost.com/explainers/is-japans-economy-going-the-greece-way-13890013.html

The truth is we've been teetering on the brink, skirting along the edge of this economic disaster for quite some time and apart from the obvious interventions of the central bankers pulling us all back from the abyss for just a little while longer, I believe the most powerful force at work in the game of holding on by our fingernails is the exceptional, the one and only, Distraction Protocol.

You see, without this protocol — really just a continuation of the successful bread and circuses model of old — the Hoi Polloi would've 'woken up' a long, long time ago for without the constant stream of distractions, whether dressed up as pure entertainment or hard news reporting (hard to tell the difference these days), the Normies would start to think critically instead of swallowing and regurgitating the spoon-fed slop gushing forth from their TVs and hyper-controlled and micromanaged social media feeds.

Take the lights out situation in Spain a few weeks back. They're still yacking about it on the local channels, a mix of cover up, blame game and look over there, squirrel, going on. It was one day FFS in our long, drawn out history, mostly living with candlelight or moonlight and certainly no mobile phones or air fryers! And yet the tension was so extreme because even the Normies (at least the smarter ones among them and the fans of apocalyptic video games and shows) could sense, deep down, that had the electricity stayed off for longer, a whole chain of events would be set in motion that even the preppiest preppers wouldn't be able to shake off.

What became very clear to everyone caught up in the blackout, whether they were at home, stuck in an elevator, or a train in the middle of nowhere, was that we all take electricity for granted and if the switch had stayed flipped for longer than a day and one night the heavily-dosed-to-the-eyeballs and serially-distracted plantation workers would go stir crazy, lose their shit and eventually riot. More than a few days without the constant drip-feed of TV and social media and the bottled up, smothered, tamped down unresolved anxieties of the plantation workers would explode like a champagne supernova (thanks Oasis) all throughout the centralized containment compounds known as cities then spill over into the burbs followed shortly after by the remaining small towns and villages.

Even longer and all hell would break loose. Toilet paper and food would be emptied from the local stores. Mass looting would pick clean the remains of the dying animal and the jack-booted riot cops would give up any pretense of maintaining order because, very quickly, there would be no order left to maintain and nothing left to protect. Without the Distraction Protocol firmly in place, even the heavily armored riot police trucks sporting the latest crowd-control weapons would be no match for the now un-distracted, critically thinking, creatively violent mob with nothing left to lose.

This time the light switch was flipped back on. As we always imagine it will be in our fantasies of Business As Usual Normification, a collective dreamscape that perpetually self-heals, self-replenishes, and is generally splendid in every perceivable way made persistent only because we continue to wish hard enough that the engineers (both social and mechanical) will always be able to patch things when things go wrong. Things that we have no real clue about. Things that get the people who do have a clue all tied in knots because even they can't see through all the complexity in the extremely complex global system that has been built and continues to add layers of complexity (Hello ChatGPT) with multiple points of failure just waiting to fail or if that fails, be exploited by nefarious actors on the world stage to move the narrative forward according to their desires.

Distraction Fatigue

So, keep in mind all of you suffering from and deeply feeling the distraction fatigue, which inevitably and insidiously crept up on us while we were sleeping, that without the Distraction Protocol firmly in place and reinforced on a daily basis we would have probably imploded already simply because the less distracted people are and the more they are living in the moment and following their true purpose in life the less likely they are going to chase all the usual material goals that form part of Normie indoctrination since the day they are brought forth into this world.

Distraction is time wasted, it's there to make you look at the squirrel instead of the changes that are taking place behind the scenes, but in a strange, twisted way, the way things typically work out, the Distraction Protocol, as much as I tend to despise such things, has actually bought us some time and continues to do so in the form of political distractions, wars, pandemics, Eurovision song contests, tech promises that are perpetually two or three or twenty years away but never seem to manifest, same with doom predictions that are always just around the corner always keeping you in a state of fear and anxiety when you could be fulfilling your goals with joy and the sheer love of life that comes with inner peace and the knowledge that deep down everything is OK and taken care of.

I was going to rant about Methylene Blue promotions and Chinese Hypersonic Dongs and the latest attempts to enforce mandatory vaccination and the ongoing windups and winding downs of wars and weapons deals and Golden Domes and robotaxi rollouts and more AI takeover stories and all the other odds and sods in the distraction game leftovers bucket, but I think you get the idea and this was just a little something to get back into the swing of things so I'll leave it there for now.

Until next time, remember to look up from the screen and breathe occasionally.

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