In the year 2052 no one can read
By Jon Rappoport
In the year 2052, no one can read. Well, those who can, can't
handle more than 50 or 60 words at a time. And they certainly don't
know what fiction is. Or if they do, they don't like it. It bothers
them. WHAT ALREADY EXISTS is so much more compelling. Fiction seems
ridiculous. Who cares what might be? Who cares about something someone
made up?
Courtroom; the year 2052; the defendant was locked up hundreds of miles away; he did not appear at his trial.
JUDGE: What is the charge against John Doe?
PROSECUTOR: Espousing freedom. Claiming he is a free man.
JUDGE: He knows freedom is an illusion. Our schools teach that above all else.
PROSECUTOR: We have no record of him attending schools.
JUDGE: How is that possible?
PROSECUTOR: Unknown at this time. John Doe is a builder.
JUDGE: What does he build?
PROSECUTOR: Shrines to freedom.
JUDGE: Hmm. Sounds to me like a verdict of life without parole or death is in order.
PROSECUTOR: The psychiatrists want to go to work on him. They
say he'd make a fine test subject. Because of his extreme views and
actions. If they can turn him into a model citizen, they'd advance the
research significantly.
JUDGE: However, there is the contagion factor. John Doe is infected with a freedom plague. No telling what he might transmit.
PROSECUTOR: Agreed, Your Honor.
JUDGE: Can he be kept in a sealed room?
PROSECUTOR: The shrinks say yes.
JUDGE: By statute, if I sentence him to life in prison or
death, you and I must expose ourselves to him, in order to discover
whether we become infected. It's a harsh but fair rule. Do you want take
that chance?
PROSECUTOR: I suppose so, if you're willing, sir.
JUDGE: Who knows? It might be interesting to experience this
"freedom." Then of course, we could be treated to knock out the illness.
PROSECUTOR: I was thinking the same thing.
JUDGE: What does freedom feel like?
PROSECUTOR: Hard to say.
JUDGE: One defendant described it as the wind on his face
while he was at sea in a small boat. Very bracing, he said. Go anywhere,
do anything.
PROSECUTOR: Fascinating.
JUDGE: Psychotic, of course. Still...
PROSECUTOR: The opportunity of experiencing a crime from the criminal's point of view would be instructive.
JUDGE: Freedom. The ultimate moral temptation. We would be stronger for having resisted it.
PROSECUTOR: Many citizens of the 20th and early 21st century
were infected. However, most of them did nothing about it. They didn't
act out. They merely...they refused to believe they had any power,
individually.
JUDGE: So I've heard. They stumbled at the gate of power.
PROSECUTOR: Imagine if you and I could combine freedom and power.
JUDGE: That would be unique. What would we do?
PROSECUTOR: I don't know. Nullify a structure?
JUDGE: Which structure?
PROSECUTOR: Any official structure. Doing something like that would border on magic.
JUDGE: We could at least write a new document to recast the role of government.
PROSECUTOR: A what?
JUDGE: A declaration of some kind. Something that changes the constitution of government.
PROSECUTOR: Where did you get THAT thought from?
JUDGE: I don't know. Suppose, for example, we said people had the right to assemble in public.
PROSECUTOR: You mean to compare smart connections?
JUDGE: To...share ideas.
PROSECUTOR: What does that mean?
JUDGE: The way we're sharing ideas now.
PROSECUTOR: Is that what we're doing?
JUDGE: I'm not sure. Maybe...
PROSECUTOR: People talking to each other about ideas?
JUDGE: Strange.
PROSECUTOR: I doubt it would be a popular practice.
JUDGE: People would treat it as some kind of joke.
PROSECUTOR: On the other hand, it could be the start of a
pandemic. If you said people could assemble FREELY in public and FREELY
exchange ideas, perhaps the temptation would catch on...and then...
JUDGE: If people understood what an IDEA is. I'm not sure
what an IDEA is, when I stop and think about it. I'm pretty sure I know
what a THOUGHT is, but what is an IDEA?
PROSECUTOR: Let me get back to you on that.
JUDGE: Is freedom an idea?
PROSECUTOR: It's a virus.
JUDGE: Of course, but is that all it is?
PROSECUTOR: It's a "psychotic predisposition caused by a combination of endocrine malfunction and neuronal delay."
JUDGE: Hmm. "People have the right to assemble in public and
share ideas." Even if that statement is gibberish, it's interesting.
It's like saying a person can own a gun or a cow can fly over the moon.
It means nothing, but it has a magnetic pull.
PROSECUTOR: This is why many laws exist: to outlaw magnetic pull. You can't have magnetic pull in a sane society. It's a danger.
JUDGE: Yes, of course. But for the defendant in this case,
and in other cases, the pull feels real. That's the key. That's the
experience of freedom. These people are utterly convinced of the
delusion...they can't think otherwise. They're trapped.
PROSECUTOR: Agreed.
JUDGE: I hereby sentence John Doe to life in prison.
PROSECUTOR: Thank you, Your Honor.
JUDGE: And if while in prison, he continues to spread his
malicious thoughts, we will reconvene and consider brain cancelation or
burning at the stake.
PROSECUTOR: Now that you've delivered your verdict, we'll
both have to expose ourselves to John Doe, to see if we catch his
infection.
JUDGE: Exactly. It's an old law. It was decreed because the
original Planners wanted to make sure officials of the court had the
courage of their convictions. And also to render those officials immune
to the various dangerous plagues. And to root out officials who
succumbed to the infections.
PROSECUTOR: I've been exposed to a dozen different plague infections, but never to freedom.
JUDGE: Likewise. This will be interesting.
PROSECUTOR: Where is John Doe being held?
JUDGE: In an old building in Philadelphia called Liberty Hall.
PROSECUTOR: Ironic. Never heard of it.
JUDGE: It's a psychiatric ward. Very heavy security. The CIA and the Pentagon have field offices there.
PROSECUTOR: Well, they would.
JUDGE: Yes. A few years ago, there was a reading outbreak in
the area. Several people at a library read pieces more than a thousand
words.
PROSECUTOR: They actually got to the end?
JUDGE: Yes. It caused a major flap...
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