The Contented Ignorance Of Drones (or - the magic of televisual brainwashing by drip-fed osmosis) In order for society to survive in the manner that someone, somewhere has dictated it should, it needs a steady constant supply of manpower to keep the eternal, unrelenting circle of its scheme spinning – Enter the Drone. Now, the Drone as you might imagine from the very meaning of its title, is nothing special; where one Drone falls, another moves in to replace it almost instantaneously to ensure that the pool of manpower that powers society's endless march into the unknown future is never less than overflowing. The loyalty and commitment of the Drone to the endeavours of society is ensured by the clever development of society's ideals - bigger, better, faster, now! From the moment of hatching a Drone is indoctrinated into society's womb and fed the mantra and knowledge required to ensure that a little Drone grows up to be a big obedient Drone. Throughout their education Drones are conditioned to a way of thinking regards working and self-application and then to further reinforce the conditioning done through their schooling, sadistically preyed upon when at rest to further bend their minds to the will of society. Drip, drip, drip flows the poison that corrupts a little drone's mind until they eventually become immune and even addicted to the source of their own sedation. By the time little Drones are fully grown and ready for utilisation, they are willing and even eager accomplices to the great illusion of life. You need that don't you? So you can go off on your recharging days and get the little trinkets and toys that you saw on the television. Go on then, you've been a good Drone all week, go and get your rewards. But wait, what would happen if you didn't buy those things you think you want? You think you need? I seriously doubt that you'll stop breathing or suddenly keel over and cease to be. Ah, but that's it isn't it? Just as you somehow inexplicably know that you MUST go to work something tells you inside your head that you NEED this or you WANT that and that you MUST go to work so that you can have it. While the school slowly instilled notions of working between a certain point in time and another with a few breaks in between to fool your mind into thinking it was still a free entity, the powers that be prepared a visual and audio assault to take your tired mind at its most vulnerable and force feed it the dogma of materialism – yes, my Drone compatriot when you sloped in from school ready to relax and let your guard down, on went the television... In came the NEED and the WANT to reinforce the I MUST. Brainwashed Drones all convinced that they need to work to buy this or buy that or pay the bills... You are born, you got to school, you go to work, you have your own drones, they go to school, they go to work, they have their own drones, who then go to school, and in turn go to work, and inevitably spawn more drones to continue the cycle. Welcome to the world Drone! Its owned your sorry ass from the moment you were born. I mean, what would really happen if we all suddenly just decided not to go to work? Would the world suddenly stop spinning in space? Or whirl off into the Sun? Would the sky turn purple and the moon fall on Europe? Wait, maybe this is too much to consider right away. After all, a good, successful Drone will still be grappling with the notion that he MUST go to work, like he actually had any real choice in the matter. The idea that perhaps there wasn't just MUST, but an alternative should have a good obedient little Drone on their knees by now and thinking of heading off to bed with whatever brand of paracetamol the television convinced them to buy. So, what would happen every Drone just turned around and said fuck it to work? Don't panic... I can feel you panicking from here; you're worried about paying the bills and the mortgage right? Why? Who's going to come ask you for the money? Who's coming to repossess your house? Like I said, we're being hypothetical and imagining that all the Drones have decided not to be Drones any more. The Drones at the electricity company aren't there any more and you don't have electricity now, but on the upside no one will ever bill you again – there's no electric and furthermore, there's no one printing the bills and no one delivering bills or in fact, any post at all. Wait, I'm a looney right? Off my frikking tree... No electricity? Why not? Think about it, if mankind can evolve from a monkey into man and survive ice ages, wars, famines and thousands of years of evolution without electric, why should the thought of just one day without electricity fill you with so much fear now? Ah, all your little toys need electricity to run. You precious things, the things you cannot live without; the things the Television told you you needed to ensure that you were a good little Drone and went out to work to earn... I'll have nowhere to live!!!! Nothing to eat!!!! Like I said, thousands of years passed before homo-sapiens had electricity, now we can't survive a day without having ho-hoba enriched shampoos or driving our latest status symbol past other Drones who obviously don't work as hard because they don't have as many nice, shiny, buzzing and blinking things as we do. Rejoice Drone, for you have lots of nice things that you go out and work hard to get! ...Lots of things you DON'T need to ensure you continue breathing, so I ask you again, why do you go to work? Because you MUST, its firmly entrenched in your mind from day one. You, just as I, struggle to imagine society existing in any other way than it does, but that's a couple of thousand years of psychological conditioning for you. We need society now anyway, never having had the opportunity to experience anything else we cannot comprehend how we could exist in any other way. We cling to our sense of order because without it, well... who knows? But examine these phrases and note the subtle difference that you should consider... 1.You go to work so you can buy things you want 2.You go to work and in return you can buy things you want. One is reality, the other is but a comforting illusion of freedom. A platitude to keep you and other Drones contented when the real truth is you are so far from the absolute meaning of freedom as to not even realise that you have never known it, nor ever will. In my mind the meaning behind such a pointless existence comes down to whatever constitutes an answer to one of these two queries - 'What could be so important a goal that those that are in charge want us to continue bumbling along unaware in this cycle of brainwashed happiness?', or even more disturbingly; 'If there is no underlying conspiracy directing this incessant, laborious march into tomorrow... How on Earth did we arrive at such a depressing and mundane way of spending our lives?' Chin up, Drone. You can't fight it, but perhaps you've something to think about now to pass the time at work.
A friend claimed to have writen it and posted it on another site, he wanted me to check it out, so I read and re-posted it here. -original credit by 'Ksan' or whatever name he chooses to embrace. If this is not the original creator then proper credit will be given.
