In every con there is a hook, a way to catch you and keep you in the con until you have been fleeced. This con is a multi generational con and as such is designed to hook you from the moment you are born until you die; to keep you a mark from cradle to grave. In this section we discuss the hook and how you are been played.
I want to apologize to you. I should have warned you before you began reading my writings. What I am about to tell you will change your life. If you are still in denial, even after reading what I have written so far, I am going to ask you to stop reading right now. If you do, perhaps you will be able to ignore everything you read so far. Perhaps it will make it easier to attribute my writing to some kook on the internet. If you choose to stop reading now, the best I can hope is that you do think of me as some kook and go on with your life as it is today. Get up at six in the morning, if you are lucky cuddle with your mate. Jump in the shower and turn on the tele. Perhaps listen to the financial news and the weather. Go to your job in your two year old car that you will still be making payments on for the next 4 years. Spend an hour in traffic and 8 hours in the office or store or factory. Battle the other commuters on the highway and get home to have a late supper. Tuck your children in bed. Kiss them on the forehead for me will you? Jump in the shower and make love to your partner before falling asleep and doing it all again tomorrow. Friday night poker, Sunday morning church and Sunday afternoon football. And, more importantly ignore that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You know the one. That feeling that something is wrong. Forget all about the crazy guy on the internet that said all those crazy things about money and currency, who needs it after all. You will be fine. Your kids will be fine. Please stop now.
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. – Morpheus
I cannot force you to believe me. I do not want your faith. I have no use for your faith. I want your understanding. If you continue reading you will start a journey that has taken me from disbelief to anger, from anger to frustration, from frustration to despair, from despair to action. I know what you are about to experience because I walked the path before. I cannot walk it for you, you have to walk it alone. But, I can give you this bit of hope, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. After you reach it, after you reach the new world beyond this sea of despair, I hope that you will be better off from having made the journey. I will be waiting for you on the other side, my friend.
I know why you’re here, Neo. I know what you’ve been doing… why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer… I was looking for an answer. It’s the question that drives us, Neo. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did. – Trinity
What is the question that drives us? What is this feeling that we continue to deny even as it stares us in the face? Why are you still reading?
I have a secret. It is a terrible secret. It is a secret that is hidden in plain sight yet you can not see it. You refuse to see it. Because to see it is to be consumed by it. I can tell you the secret, but I can only show you the door. What is this secret?
You are part of a system. A system that surrounds you every waking moment. A banking system, currency system, distribution system . A social system. It is a system designed for one purpose and one purpose only.
The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church… when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.-Morpheus
What is the truth?
That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind. – Morpheus
Is that too radical a concept for you? Did I go too far? I’m so sorry but, in my defense, I did ask you to stop reading.
You are an indentured servant. A cog in a machine designed for one purpose only; to turn man into a machine for the purpose of production.
Production in the service of the ruling class.
Don’t believe me. Please don’t. But it is my duty as a fellow slave to at least let you look at the man behind the curtain and allow you to make up your mind.
When you are old enough to reason and think, around three or four, your parents began your training for your future slavery. Don’t blame them, they learned it from their parents who learned it from theirs. This system has been around since before the pyramids. They did not know any better. Sit up straight. Eat you cheerios. Watch some TV, Captain Planet is on, along with millions of products that you have to have. Barbie has a new pool. Sponge Bob square pants now comes with an electronic voice. Fast micro cars and pretty life like dolls. Go run and tell mommy you have to have one.
You are six, your Mom drags you out of bed at an artificial time decided by others and sends you off to school. You have to be “socialized” don’t you know. You have to become a “productive member of society”. You go to school and learn all about numbers and recycling and about sharing your toys with others. You learn to be a good little helper to the teacher. The State certified and employed teacher. And you learn about Mr. Policeman; your friend. He is there to keep you safe so make sure that you do anything that Mr. Policeman says!
You are twelve. You are learning all about other cultures and how Christopher Columbus sailed across the sea with brave adventurers and how the founding fathers made us free from the tyranny of England.
You are fifteen, you are bored with the tedious repetition in school. You feel your brain drying up as you listen to the State employed teacher read from a State approved book about all the wonderful things that the Government has done for you. They saved you from the Great Depression and from German Socialists and Italian Fascists. You know that there must be more to this story but, you already know how to pass the test. Just answer what they want you to answer. It is not your parent’s fault that you are in this school. The State makes it against the law if you do not attend and after property taxes, income taxes and sale taxes is not like your parents could afford private school.
You graduate from High School. After 12 years in school you have no marketable skills. The fast food restaurant that you work in even has pictures of the food items so you don’t have to read. You have no idea what a budget is and you can’t even balance a checkbook. Your friends are all going to college so that is the next step right?
You take out a student loan for tens of thousands of dollars a year so you can get a job. Your parents co-sign the loan from the bank. Don’t worry, you don’t have to start paying it until after you graduate.
So, off you go in the great college adventure. Your parents went to college and so must you. You have no idea what you are going to do after college but hell, there is a party at the frat house and your room mate is not too bad.
You are 24. You graduate from college with a liberal arts degree. Your girlfriend wants to get married and your Mom wants grandkids. So you go look for a job. Reality starts setting in. You have forty thousand dollars in student loans and the only job you can find pays 12 dollars an hour. But you will make it. You are in love and ready to face the world.
You are 30. You have been married for a couple of years. You have saved a bit of money for a down payment on a starter home. The Real Estate agent is nice and helps you with all the paperwork. You buy your first home. You are now $100K more in debt. You still owe $40K from your original student loan (interest is a bitch). You need a new car for the wife to get the kids to junior jamboree and the play dates. Another $20K loan. But don’t worry, you will have it paid off in 7 years.
You are forty. You are a middle manager with a 401K plan, a second mortgage and new cars for you and your wife. You finally paid off that student loan so you can live a little. The house is getting a bit small for the family, the kids are teenagers now and need more space. But you will be ok.
You are fifty. Kids moved out and you have the house back. The little one is in college and you cosign his student loan. The older one gets married and wants a dream wedding. You take a home equity loan on the house to pay for it. You start looking forward to retirement.
You are sixty, the kids are coming over with the grand kids. Little Tina needs new braces so you offer to help. Three thousand dollars more on your credit card. No biggie, you got a great teaser rate. You start getting sick and you cardiologist recommends some testing. Your health plan covers most of it but you get a bill for $2500 dollars. You realize that people at work are starting to wonder when you are going to retire and make room for them. You would love to move to Florida or Arizona and play some golf, but you realize that you can’t afford it yet.
You are seventy. You have been forcefully retired from your company, cut backs you know. But its ok, if you plan it right between social security and you retirement, you can just make the bills. You don’t see the grandkids as much as you would like and, since your wife passed away, don’t really have anyone to talk to. Your friends are dying on you one by one. Too many funerals.
You sit and watch the tele and wander. What the hell happened!
The system happened. A system designed to first train you and then keep you in the plantation.
An educational system designed to make you a compliant subject.
A banking system designed to keep you so far in debt that you have no choice to continue producing.
A tax system designed to rob you of more of your money the more you make just so you cannot make it out.
A propaganda system that tells you that currency is money and inflation is normal.
A government that tells you that your voice counts and that if you just elect the right politician everything will get better.
A penal system that molds every decision you make.
A social system that has you blind to the truth.
The truth that the State is nothing more than a ruling class that robs the products of your hands and mind in exchange for bits of paper that promise you more consumption, more debt and more despair.
Those bits of paper that you worked so hard for are there for one purpose. To keep you in debt and producing. Those pieces of paper that are worth less and less every year forcing you to work and produce more and more. Those pieces of paper that represent your life and are a claim on the life of your fellow cattle. Those pieces of paper that are your chains.
You are a slave. Your kids are slaves. Your grandchildren are slaves.
Welcome to the jungle, slave
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