Scandia was the shit when I was a kid. I loved everything about it. Batting cages, go-karts, and arcade games that simulated the mass murder of my choosing. Whether your homicidal fantasies are killing zombies, ghosts, terrorists, or even cops (state terrorists) Scandia “family fun center” has the simulation for you. For only a dollar you can spend 3 minutes or so immersed in a mach reality that normalizes the most anti human behavior imaginable.
We’re being introduced to quite a lot in a day at Scandia. How to objectify people and disassociate others from ourselves. We expend empathy in exchange for more ego. Some of us go from killing mach humans for the arbitrary payment of points in a high score account. To killing actual humans for the arbitrary reward of points in a checking account.
A sad truth is reveled after an honest evaluation of our lives. We come face to face with the blatant absurdity that has become our existence.
When I was little I remember wanting to play the arcades that paid you in tickets for playing well. I didn’t look at the ticket store before hand. At least not up close. I saw from across the kiddie casino that there were, in fact, items for sale, offered to ticket savvy consumers and the items I could see were not cheap but neither were the tickets. Seemed to be on the level.
So I set out to amass my fortune. While other kids I was with wasted their time and budget on slaughtering the undead or playing air hockey, I was about my business. Turns out the most effective method I could come up with was to simply master the easiest most repetitive game I could find and then stay glued to it till I was either broke or out of time.
Well When it was all over I had a stack of 900+ tickets. All my buddies had were empty pockets and some stupid joke that they kept on repeating to themselves that was beyond me because I wasn’t there.
No matter, consumerism could lift my spirits. Only problem was the closer I got to the counter the more I began to see what my hard work was actually worth. Sure enough the walls were covered in nice, expensive, and popular toys but they were priced in the thousands when I had only been able to win hundreds. A whoopee cushion and a novelty oversized pencil is what I could buy.
I never cared about the ticket arcades after that. I could see that it wasn’t in my best interest to dedicate myself wholly to acquiring “money” that’s free (basically) to produce, then sold to me in exchange for my “real” money and labor. Scandia set all the terms right down to the disclaimer printed on all the tickets declaring the business to be the sole owner of said currency regardless of physical possession.
Scandia needed one thing from me to effectively fleece me out of my assets. Consent and willingness to partake in their game without thinking through the real costs and rewards first.
How many of us fail to see the game for the fraud that it is until it’s too late? How many Americans work from the time they are in their teens to the time they are too used up to do anything but starve on social security.
Enough is enough! The Federal Reserve Bank is trading you your lives for sheets of paper or keystrokes on a computer. They have convinced almost all 315 million of us that we should work solely for the payment of money and credit that they control, they produce for free, and they use it to purchase our real labor, wealth, and health. Then to make things crystal clear who the pee-on is, they steal half of the money they sell to you claiming that you must fund their racket.
Stop consenting to your own destruction. US dollars are not valuable in any way other than the voodoo, priest Bernanke, charms it with. Just be somebody already and live for yourself on your terms. If I offered you candy corn in exchange for you labor and time would you take it? Candy corn is intrinsically priceless compared with BPA coated paper rectangles. Working for bank credits that are literally created by your own signature is insane.
Come on, you’re better than that.