It begins

The milint complex of America is about to achieve its enlightenment stage, what with all those gizmos to measure and sow images and thought designed to reap the expected result in an opinion poll.

We are about to witness the birth of a new entity, a new monolith of our imagination that we created, like most things, to control ourselves... in one way or another.

The Times, The Globe and all the international outfits have already begun to show signs of infiltration. The spooky part, of course, is not knowing if its councsious or uncouncsious, not knowing the way they will strike. They will strike, of course, and that is what brings us together today.

We cant just call it "an organizational entity" anymore, its not run by one or two people and it makes no sense to call it "the milint complex of america". We all know what it is. We all know, more or less, although preserving some set of moral divisions to judge them with, who is the group of guys who are running this great show of such a special birth. The size of it is so big, that taboo is already being imposed in some of its more obvious manifestations.

It is a war alright. A cultural, subterranean, brutal war. A war of the mind, where they want to lock it, and we want to, at the very fucking least, keep ours out of their god-damned hands.

In the news, in the street, embedded in the articles of some editorial writer's weekly delivery, there are subliminal messages that point us to where this ship is going, who is fighting against who and, more importantly, it reveals us what they really think of us: how gullible are we? That is answered day to day by the newspaper. The biggest the lie, the more rancid exaggeration, the worst possible pieces of over-opinionated datum that can only make sense to a cross-section of the population, meassure up to how stupid our colectivity is in its consumption of information. Its there because we allow it to be there. The whole thing, i tell you, is true genius in social design.

There is a net out there, a net from whence we deliver and receive thought, a place where any kind of information, such as our values, roams more or less freely. Everybody gets to put their piece of mind on the wall, everyone gets to talk about it, everybody gets to agree on something, or not. What this gives to street politics, the real politics of the everyday middle-class-swing-voter Joe Sixpack, of course, is a white wall to paint in that NEVER ends. One that is sortted, accessible, googlecharged, yahoobooted and microsoftstranded but, what the hell, it sort of works. Its what we got and, as legend has it, it was the All American Answer, a-la Kennedy, to the launch of the Sputnik: that terribly scary arctifact that was going to stay in the sky, watching America, with the proverbial communist-bionic-bitch-from-outer-space at the wheel... Imagine the horror!, one might think of advising the younger generations. But no.I think we really cannot. Not in this century man. Just let go of that paranoid bulshit, please.

Nobody cares, of course, but I think It was beautiful what the people from whom the net spawned thought about information and culture; the liberation of mind is, in itself, the key to happiness. Once everyone gets on it, or so the reasoning went, it will be hard for governments to project their ideas and thought directly into their minds without regards to possible analysis on the part of "The People" and its consequences. They thought "If the whole world gets on this, then the cost of silence, the cost of shutting the citizen up, is much bigger if only because a more informed society, one in which its population can compare their experience with others all over the world, produces, by nature, a larger number of enraged and unreasonable fanatics that alternatively do or dont know their place (which in and of itself, constitutes the fundamental conceptual disagreement that fuels the mutual blood feud these two groups of people hold against each other)." It was beatiful logic, I think, and it was a concept right out of the american dream: Liberty Makes You Free! was a motto that is well in its heart.

For some of us, the young in GenEx, "it" mixed the ill understood conservatism and liberalism of the time into some surreal intelectual acid-based goo and fed it to us with a huge cathether.

"It" being, of course, that great big metal frenzied nanny that we like to call state, society or "general thought" and even "common sense" or "reality" : oh that great number and smart network of razor sharp surgical knives that we pass generation to generation, to castrate our grandchildren til kingdom come.

Enough said about us.

The point was about the corporative complex that we once identified with a particular group and now is global, composed by many intertwined groups, subject to betrayals at those levels and this has political consecuensces and is generally more chaothic than what their creators, if it had any councious ones, would be willing to accept.

In any case, they are here. They have no way to go except forward. They will stop at nothing. They have the power and they will challenge whatever democracy we can concoct together if we keep tolerating them.

Which means, in escence, that we lost that battle a long time ago. And it is hard to tell if that was good or bad. What brings us here is not that petty judgement. What brings us here, is the song of birth of the new "thing".

How will it look?

Well... wait for the next one.