08 May 2013

Chapter Seven: Wherein I Report to the Aristocracy on the Goings-on of the Plebes

Dear Sires / Madams: 

Things be lookin bleak 'mongst the plebes, yo. 

Drinking is up, consumption of cannabis and prescription mood-enhancers is at an all-time high, simultaneously driven and constrained by the general lack of prospects for so many young minds, bright and otherwise.  So-called Frankenfood dominates the menus of the erstwhile middle classes.

Taste in entertainments has found new lows.  The most base and vulgar, vile and filthy individuals are housed together in bare cells and the resulting meltdowns broadcast nightly to give the wretched viewers something even they can look down upon.  They're not feeding people to lions yet, or vice versa, but they would in a second if they could get a sponsor, you can see it in their eyes.

Literacy?  Don't get me started.  Blogs are certainly popular, and while the writing on some is outstanding, the vast majority regress to the mean (and I mean mean).  Syrupy concoctions featuring vampires, magicians, and other superheroes are, alongside the occasional charming rom-com or taut thriller, generally sufficient to hold the popular attention.

Their cultural atrocities aside, no need is seen by this observer for major changes at this point.  A critical mass (of wealth if not of individuals) remains in support of the status quo.  While quite a few have caught on to the way things really work, the threat of outright revolt remains low, they seem to be more than sufficiently divided for now.  A great number are convinced of the existence of a 'system', as if the myriad rules and restrictions placed on modern humans were the product of intelligent design by some association of colluding oligarchs.  The System is invested with a shadowy agency, e.g. 'they' don’t want you to get your finances in order, 'they' don’t want you to lose weight, and so forth.  This is a winning meme for you and you should keep pushing it, perhaps even deliberately get caught doing so here and there to feed slash fan the flames slash fire.

The Democracy thing can stay for the time being, it seems to serve your purposes fairly well and with less bloodshed than easily available alternatives.  Letting the people feel they can 'make their voice heard' once in a while is worth its weight in gold, and some of the things they come up with in the course of the 'national political discourse': priceless.  They seem to enjoy using the internet to engage in endless, vicious arguments about things like whether voting is pointless or certain acts performed in the privacy of the boudoir should be legalized.  Better they should burn their energy in this way than in grasping, accepting, and systematically organizing to improve their actual lot.

Above all, they are heavily dependent on preserving the status quo.  The common person works computers or cash registers for his french fries and lacks even a rudimentary understanding of how to provide basic necessities should things suddenly go to the proverbial chamberpot.  You can basically continue doing whatever the hell you want at this point.  As long as enough net wealth remains convinced that fundamental change would mean bloody chaos, you're safe. I mean we of course, we're safe, m'lords m'ladies.

That said, tossing an extra pallet of Dinty's in the ol' bunker, perhaps adding to your stable of trustworthy goons – never a bad idea.

Yours Sincerely, etc. etc.

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