Second Religiosity: The Final Chapter

Or is it?

Ki Ki Ki. Ma Ma Ma. Durka Durka Durka.

As someone who watched Hollywood destroy itself from the inside out over the past couple decades I’ve learned a thing or two about bad storytelling. If I had the ability to send messages back in time to my pre-Druid film school days, probably the most important piece of advice I would impart to myself is to not follow the crowd. Doing what everyone else is doing today only guarantees that you will arrive at tomorrow at least one day late, and being misunderstood makes you way more interesting to the people who’s opinions actually matter. Executive types and academics (aka failed executive types) love predictability and therefore insist on obedience and mediocrity. There will always be enormous systemic pressure to “take the money” and follow orders instead of accepting the risks involved with finding your own unique path to the finish line, but the priority should always be on communicating some sort of meaningful truth to the viewer.

While financial concerns should never be neglected, the price of selling out your unique vision is that you will be forced to recycle the same tired tropes over and over again until the audience gets sick of it and walks away in disgust, leaving you with a lifestyle you can no longer afford and a pile of regrets where your dreams used to be. Staying true to the principles of transcendence is no guarantee of material success in this lifetime, but true art has a way of influencing the world in ways that defy our limited imagination, and at very least you can go to the grave knowing that a seed was planted for future generations because you gave it your best.

All works will eventually be destroyed, but the spirit of creation is eternal.

Well, America, we didn’t give it our best and as a result the corporate hacks we allowed to dictate our national narrative have been busy cranking out some real stinkers lately. Horror movies are always a popular genre because they stimulate lizard brain emotional responses that make any sort of rational reflection extremely difficult especially for those who aren't aware of how such manipulations work. There’s a reason we’ve been cycling through one existential threat after another since Ike tried to warn us about the Military Industrial Congressional Complex. All you have to do is convince Johnny Sixpack that there’s a mysterious murderer running around the neighborhood and suddenly having a bunch of militarized police frog march his family out the front door at gunpoint and turn over his house without a warrant seems like a welcome (and even patriotic) intrusion.

Looking at you, Boston.

Like all bad writing, the horror villains are almost exclusively constrained to a limited set of beings that behave in predictable patterns which can easily be quantified by sleazy executives searching for a guaranteed return on their investment. The scripts also call for audience participation by having us imagine ourselves in similarly limited supporting roles upon whom the violence is inflicted, aka the Meat. This dynamic is best portrayed by the meta-horror-comedy The Cabin In The Woods or the Scary Movie series which both use the predictable nature of the genre as material for outright mockery. Hopefully we won’t have to wait too much longer for similar parodies of Establishment Media and the same tired psyops they constantly run on us. Hollywood’s DEI self-immolation has left the market wide open and hungry for devastating lampoonery, and it’s a very low hanging fruit for aspiring producers who want to make some serious cash. I expect a tsunami of such projects once the first commercial success signals that the censorship floodgates have come down.

A whole lot of people would pay good money to see this.

In the meantime we continue to cycle through the mainstream horror propaganda ad nauseam, with the next Creature Feature of the week popping up as soon as the last one loses it’s ability to inspire us to part with our liberty and wealth. Up until recently it was the Evil Nazi Russians who have been leading the charge, but now as conditions in Ukraine deteriorate the focus has cooled on that monster lest it draw too much attention to yet another failed military misadventure. Meanwhile the flailing Pharma industry keeps trying to roll out more Killer Virus scares but the audiences are increasingly refusing to play their part, probably because enough of us have started to figure out the so-called “symptoms” also happen to perfectly match the horrific vaxxine injuries and deaths that have touched every single Western family over the past 3 years. Even Aliens have made repeated attempts at relevancy but people are too economically devastated to care, and precisely nobody is going to take Climate Change seriously when the Obamas are building multimillion dollar mansions on sea level.

Gosh, who knew a life of “public service” could pay so well?

This would be bad enough for our schlock doctrine writing teams, but they have other problems that seem to be compounding exponentially. While all the traditional terrors are being shelved because they draw too much attention towards establishment crimes and failures, the audience is also starting to realize that the MAGAstein’s monster they chased around with torches and pitchforks for the past decade is actually a friendly misunderstood Anti-Swamp Thing. Not only do these revelations create the sort of doubt that destroys the credibility of the entire narrative control mechanism, but it also calls attention towards the identity of the writers themseles. The minions who run the machines are people with addresses after all, and nobody is going to invite them on a helicopter ride to a private island or missile silo survival bunker if things go sideways and a real Cthulhu gets called from the depths.

The only boogieman that they haven't rolled out yet is China, but thats probably because the CCP could wipe out half our political class by simply opening their bribery books. Of course there’s no point in needless confrontation when they can sit back, watch us destroy ourselves, and scoop up what remains like a video game loot drop. As far as I can tell there's only one character remaining on the list that has any chance of re-engaging the audience, and that’s the cult classic bloody knife dripping masked slasher known as Radical Islam. It's a huge gamble with the sting of the tragic and embarassing Afghanistan withdrawal still fresh in American minds, but there's still a chance that another 9/11 could capture the energy of the Second Religiosity and redirect it towards another sequel in the War on Terror franchise.

Blood For Oil 3: This time it’s….complicated.

While this story has worked well in the past because of it’s reliance on the dependable human tendencies towards ethnic intolerance and religious rivalry, this time around it’s literally a powder keg that could explode into an apocalyptic free-for-all/civil war genre that nobody wants. Mass migration has brought in millions of military aged Muslims of unverified origin and loyalty who undoubtably have hard core terrorists among their ranks, and that’s not counting the Venezuelan prison gangs, CCP special forces, and any number of hostile foreign sleeper cells that would be more than happy to take advantage of the power vacuum created by a botched false flag.

As you may have recently noticed our ruling class are not exactly made up of our best and brightest these days. The Derp State can’t even pull off a routine assassination anymore, much less manage a multi-polar domestic conflict in which their core military demographic increasingly sees them as a bunch of Satanic pedophile Marxists who like to stealth-nuke middle class real estate in order to steal mining rights and build 15 minute cities. There’s a good chance a desperate and ham fisted attempt to overturn a humiliating election loss by dragging us into a hot war with Iran could see The Purge play out here at home, except without the fancy roll-up steel doors or spooky sirens to let everyone know when it’s safe to come out.

A horrible movie, but an even worse reality.

There is a reason why I don't like writing about politics and prefer to stick to humor and spiritual matters. Dwelling on Saturnic material takes me to a dark place that I would prefer not to go, but for some reason I have the ability to hold my breath and dive into forbidden subjects and swirling uncertainties that make most people want to pull up the covers and pretend it's all a bad dream. It’s like watching one of those videos where a masked man uses a medium sized knife to sever the head from a terrified gurgling prisoner in an orange jumpsuit. I want to break the dangerous illusion that I live in a world where these things never happen, but every time I watch it another piece of me dies inside. In the spirit of the season I'll let this one slide through, but only because it offers the opportunity to share the aforementioned advice that I wish someone had given me back when I was even more lost and clueless.

There are some stories you can't control, but that doesn't mean you have to take whatever limited and unimaginative roles you are assigned and play along like good little boys and girls. The truth is we are all writing the grand narrative together as part of a larger consciousness, and therefore no matter how hopeless if it feels you always have some influence over your part of the story. When anyone insists on how you should live your life, take a deep look inside and ask if it matches up with your inner truth and make sure you're not just surrendering your will in order to take the easy way out. The monsters will always chase us in circles, and one way or another we end up back in the same place we started. The only way to escape is to pick up the pen and get to work on a story that’s actually worth telling.