PLANET DRAMA-RAMA
Clampdowns vs the Creativs
“CLAMPDOWN”
The Clash
“…They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers…”
In the parlance of a capital dominant realm’s language—or, the ‘simulacrum by design’—I don’t wish to appear redundant. There are many excellent articles online, especially on Substack, that address the lies, deceits, and conflicts of interest re the scam-demic that reveal the marketing intentions of what I label as a Pharmafia.
Although many humans are now aware that the globalist transhumanism schedule renders homo saps as quaint artifacts on the ‘planned obsolescence’ menu, what I see with regard to the current disclosure cycle(in terms of the daily dialog) is a lack of perspective regarding the status quo—or, the state of deep affairs.
What emerges from my vantage point is a reckoning with the nature of reality here on Earth. I realize I am stepping out onto the battleground of philosophy, pseudo-religious definitions, psychology, as well as social-anthropology. To wit—as an unaccredited non-expert without the requisite Ph.D. or any other academic merit badges of import, I am just another tiny dot in an infinite universe with trillions of tiny dots. This is where the angst of “meaninglessness” sets in. And yet—I’ll type my piece anyhow, at risk of redundancy.
For the last 14 years, I’ve had a thought that has stuck around and I’ve never tried ferreting out anything other than the basic premise.
The premise goes something like this:
During any epoch, as human consciousness expands and creativity blooms in technicolor, with results like the musical renaissance in the ’60s through ’70s (and somewhat into the ’80s); or the film renaissance(particularly notable with the emergence of indie film directors in the ’70s); and the consumer tech boom in the ’80s and ’90s, there is also a reactionary psycho-energetic counterforce that I will label as the “Clampdown.”
In the simplest of terms, this Clampdown is akin to some force or deliberate action that tries to get the “creative” genie back into the bottle so the status quo can maintain its mirage. The Clampdown has occurred time and time again throughout history.
As an example of another relatively recent Clampdown, I cite the era called, “The Roaring Twenties.”
Louis Armstrong and his fabulous band
At the start of the 20th century, jazz and literature and cinema and dance steps and wild boozing were all in evidence, and suggest that some spectacular party was in motion. Automobiles were available and a person needn’t even own a horse or maintain a stable in order to get around town. Women were becoming more independent, and the suffragette movement also emerged. The Temperance movement was also born— complete with its lack of tolerance for the male gender’s love of boozing and smoking stinky cigars. Cary Nation and her army of do-gooders were reacting to the devastation caused by alcohol; and in a healthy sense, their actions were to some degree, warranted. The devil in the details was—the bible thumpers in their self-righteous glory presumed that alcohol was the demon in a bottle. When in actuality, alcoholism(or drug addiction) is usually a symptom of a society’s inability to provide a fair and equitable playing field where prosperity might reign supreme. This brings to mind a recent documentary, entitled, “Thrive.” I digress…
Cary Nation had an axe to grind!
Digressions have their place…
The real trouble with Cary Nation’s quest to protect families from absentee fathers who were spending more time at the pubs than at home with their wives and children has to do with a particular conspiracy involving John D. Rockefeller. It seems that Henry Ford was seriously considering using Ethanol as the fuel source for the combustion engine. JDR wasn’t pleased with Ford’s idea due to the tactical issues regarding the creation of an oil monopoly. Rockefeller’s company, “Standard Oil” was poised to control the fuel industry for the next hundred years—which in fact did come to fruition, more or less(even if Saudi Sheiks and a few elite families made a ‘competitive’ go of the petrol game over time.) JDR was a shrewd business snake and paid Henry Ford $5 Million bucks to go with the gasoline idea and forget about the ethanol altogether. At the time, as the story goes, Ford needed the cash infusion in order to keep the assembly lines up to speed. Then along comes Cary Nation (what a name, eh?) ready to take an axe to every barrel of alcohol she could find, and Prohibition was conceived. Then, the police joined in on the fun, and pubs had to serve tea and sandwiches instead(oftentimes maintaining the illicit sale of black market booze—which fueled a crime industry involving gangsters and thugs.) By labeling ‘alcohol’ the devil’s evil elixir—Rockefeller was ensuring that gasoline would remain the fuel of choice by shutting down alcohol production. Thus, this is also an aspect of a controlled clampdown.
The same goes for marijuana—demonized by the authorities and regarded as a narcotic. And yet all those jazz musicians were smoking the reefer out in the alleyways behind the clubs, and then playing their happy footed-devil music. Hoofers were even dancing in marathons that lasted for days(please review the film, “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?”)
People were having a grand ol time…and the arts were in full bloom
Consider the literature emerging during this period as well: Hemingway, F.Scott Fitzgerald (his wife, Zelda was a good painter), Gertrude Stein, Sinclair Lewis, Willa Cather—are all considered pioneers and great authors and poets.
Here’s the shortlist:
-Dorothy Parker -Margaret Mead
-Edna St. Vincent Millay -Sinclair Lewis
-Ernest Hemingway -T.S. Eliot
-F. Scott Fitzgerald -Will Rogers
-H.L. Mencken -William Faulkner
-James Joyce -Zora Neale Hurston
-Langston Hughes -W.E.B. DuBois
Impressive, yes?
Dorothy Parker
Hollywood was also born at the beginning of the Twentieth Century. Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Mae West—all trendsetters. This era was an arts renaissance period.
In my purview—the Industrial Age began towards the latter part of the 19th Century. [Historians consider the Industrial revolution in terms of stages: i.e., “…the second phase of the industrial revolution, which took place between 1850 and 1914.” https://historyofmassachusetts.org/industrial-revolution-america/]
Prosperity for an emerging middle class looked promising. And then, in 1914-1918, we had a World War(oddly, called The Great War), and as if that wasn’t enough—a real plague called the Spanish Influenza.
The US Government even tested out an experimental Spanish Flu vaccine on Army troops, and those who were injected died. Fancy that.
Spanish Flu shots
After the Great War ended —we had another brief period of prosperity and rollicking good times…until the Stock Market crash in 1929. The crash was another Clampdown event. Then we had WW II which began in 1939 with Germany’s invasion of Poland.
This is why the Clampdown idea is hard to pin down, and why it remains in my hypothetical idea bin. Clampdowns appear as a roller coaster ride—complete with twists, turns, and some big dips and some smaller dips. Some rides last longer—like the crash of 1929— a roller coaster nightmare that ostensibly lasted until WW II was over. The duration of the roller coaster ride is a matter of opinion as I see it. The war was no joyride and many men were killed or maimed for life—many soldiers might never recover from the horrors of war[nowadays we have a term for Vets who live on a razor’s edge—PTSD. General Patton might not have agreed on this term’s veracity—but he was a pit bull.]
After enduring the horrors of war, getting back to peacetime creativity and regrouping took a little while. This brings us up to the 1960s when rock and roll music and a wild teen spirit defined the era. I recall reading the Keith Richards autobiography and how as a kid one of his classmates didn’t come back to school after a German bombing in London. His classmate’s home was reduced to rubble and the little girl no longer existed. This is a particularly poignant detail of war— “Here today gone tomorrow.” …Poof! Richards mentioned that the war spurred him and his mates to damn well live life to the fullest!
Post-WW II, concurrent with the desire to be free and live life to the fullest, we then had yet another war—Korea. After Korea it was Vietnam. The lies and deceits accumulated over time as the war machine raged, while indicative of the neo-con job on the American people. During the Vietnam war, the threats of evil Soviets or the communist Chinese were promoted and helped attract young men to fight in order to protect Democracy and American liberty. Wars are, in effect— a form of Clampdown. Wars destroy, while Artists create. During periods of expansive artistic expression, peace reigns supreme and real prosperity becomes possible.
…ALL CREATIVES NEED A PSYCHIC FLAK JACKET…
Clampdowns—are akin to a virus in human consciousness
There are many sources to draw from in order to examine what appears as some form of the errant disease in consciousness.
The predominant suspect as I understand it today has to do with “Archons.” The Archontic infection is akin to computer malware.
For further research: https://gnosticismexplained.org/archons/
In this era, the software analogies are particularly disturbing insofar that we are witness to some form of a decree made by malevolent beings that are telling us that chipping the human brain is just natural evolution.
Evil-lution, or an ‘evil illusion’ perhaps— but no one can convince me that total control of the human brain via some super computer linkup is “natural.”
“Oh—waiter, Reality check, pulleease!”
It was mentioned by one avid spiritual observer that AI may easily be interpreted as “Alien Intelligence.” Ok—so in my broad-minded view of possibilities, I’m looking at alien intelligence as: other than that which we experience as Human intelligence.
And this Alien-Intelligence may also be construed as “anti-human”, which certainly correlates with transhumanist aspirations. Those beings(can we call them ‘creatures’…even if it’s a micro-aggression?) who think that humans need to be mechanically “corrected” are obviously no fan of human creativity or human joy. It’s plausibly not so far-fetched to consider that the technocrats prefer to have a homo sap model that can be shut down or silenced at the flick of a switch.
Please allow this minor digression:
The trans-humanists hate human creativity. They would love nothing more than to have computers create binary music-art-and literature. All art would be cleverly designed by AI bots. In a sense, it is conceivable that the technogeeks are so uncreative that due to their lack of human social skills (never having played a musical instrument or had a girlfriend as a teen) they wish to spoil the party for the rest of us. How much will anyone wager that Bill Gates cannot do an Elvis hip swivel?
The point is, as easy as it is to concoct such sarcastic diversions—there is probably more than a little truth to consider when it comes to the creatures who despise humankind’s desire to enjoy life.
David Bowie’s lyrics —
"Fantastic Voyage"
In the event that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion
And we never get old
Remember it's true
Dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too
We're learning to live with somebody's depression
And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
We'll get by, I suppose
It's a very modern world
But nobody's perfect
It's a moving world
But that's no reason
To shoot some of those missiles
Think of us as fatherless scum
It won't be forgotten
'Cause we'll never say anything nice again
Will we?
And the wrong words make you listen
In this criminal world
Remember it's true
Loyalty is valuable
But our lives are valuable too
We're learning to live with somebody's depression
And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
We'll get by, I suppose
But any sudden movement
I've got to write it down
They wipe out an entire race and I've got to write it down
But I'm still getting educated
But I've got to write it down
And it won't be forgotten
'Cause I'll never say anything nice again
How can I?
