11-15-2024, 06:25 PM
To: No one in particular
From: No one you usually listen to
Subject: Your continued path
This letter is meant to address observations I humbly submit as the least of your citizens.
I offer these thoughts to you in the hope that perhaps, if you should ever consider them, you may find it meaningfully useful to recollect. I understand that you almost never read such things, unless it has publicity value, but I expect you won't ever know me. I don't lust after notoriety, and I can assure you, people such as me really do exist.
Your profession hails from a distinct line... but until relatively recently in history, has lacked the amplification it now has... the entertainment value.
It is because of this, specifically, that your kind have embodied the pejorative "clown show."
This is not a function of your character, only your participation.
You can easily refuse to participate, only you know the consequences that might precipitate.
I urge you to consider your current position.
You are entrenched within a class of society which has already damaged itself, insofar as thriving with your very reason to exist.
That class of individuals has a very distinct reality to contend with... not commonly recognized or discussed by you or your colleagues.
I refer to the "culture" which has coalesced around you.
You are mostly operating between bubbles...
Do you think about how those around you identify as varying interest groups, how all contact with them is conducted, what has been planned for you, what are you obliged to do.
It is the life of a servant. Did you sign up for that? Or do you notice the many entitled deviations from it, everywhere around you?
Prestige is a drug, the addict is the weakest of you all.
But who better than the Media to offer them what they need?
Some of them have all they need... so they deal in it.
They metricize it, like a sport... they obsess over it.
The media has it's hook deeply implanted in your world.
And I mean deep.
These are not "nice" people. NONE of them are.
They can't help but lust for power.
The younger generation was broken, and it manifested here... where you work, where you play.
Can you fix it?
You know you can.
But you have to want to...
Thanks for your time,
No one
From: No one you usually listen to
Subject: Your continued path
This letter is meant to address observations I humbly submit as the least of your citizens.
I offer these thoughts to you in the hope that perhaps, if you should ever consider them, you may find it meaningfully useful to recollect. I understand that you almost never read such things, unless it has publicity value, but I expect you won't ever know me. I don't lust after notoriety, and I can assure you, people such as me really do exist.
Your profession hails from a distinct line... but until relatively recently in history, has lacked the amplification it now has... the entertainment value.
It is because of this, specifically, that your kind have embodied the pejorative "clown show."
This is not a function of your character, only your participation.
You can easily refuse to participate, only you know the consequences that might precipitate.
I urge you to consider your current position.
You are entrenched within a class of society which has already damaged itself, insofar as thriving with your very reason to exist.
That class of individuals has a very distinct reality to contend with... not commonly recognized or discussed by you or your colleagues.
I refer to the "culture" which has coalesced around you.
You are mostly operating between bubbles...
Do you think about how those around you identify as varying interest groups, how all contact with them is conducted, what has been planned for you, what are you obliged to do.
It is the life of a servant. Did you sign up for that? Or do you notice the many entitled deviations from it, everywhere around you?
Prestige is a drug, the addict is the weakest of you all.
But who better than the Media to offer them what they need?
Some of them have all they need... so they deal in it.
They metricize it, like a sport... they obsess over it.
The media has it's hook deeply implanted in your world.
And I mean deep.
These are not "nice" people. NONE of them are.
They can't help but lust for power.
The younger generation was broken, and it manifested here... where you work, where you play.
Can you fix it?
You know you can.
But you have to want to...
Thanks for your time,
No one
