—“You will eat bugs and fake meat, to preserve the planet. You will be denied fossil fuels, for the planet. You will be provided just enough digital currency to survive. You will do menial jobs and be thankful to your overlords. You will dutifully take your vaccination boosters without question or face the gulag. You will gladly agree to being chipped and electronically monitored. You will only consume government messaging and will not be allowed to contemplate contrary views.” (source)
–Umm, no thanks.
–Excuse me? No one asked you. But I’ve been monitoring your feed. Bitch, bitch, bitch. You always gripe about progress, rave about the great reset, rage against the vax machine. You hate us for our freedom to engineer the world in our image. You think you deserve better. Don’t you know pride is a mortal sin? You’re no lion. You’re a sweet, kind lamb. You love sweet clover, don’t you? You think the past was so great, you forget people died. You and your kind survived. It’s called “adaptation.”
I confess, I have staked my claim to life in your simulation. I wear glasses. I spend whole days on the computer. My soles are synthetic, and you might say my soul is too. All this input, you might say it makes me speechless. I ignore the cries of my human race, too far away. My privilege is the freedom of a prisoner of the mind. What is virtual? I confess, you have dominated the debate. Reality? One person’s fantasy, another’s whole game plan. I take refuge in numbers: but they all reduce to 1 and 0. But you know what? I gotta go now. There’s a freedom rally…
Rather than putting us to sleep, art wakes us up and invites us to experience something about being human that is in danger of being forgotten. The missing ingredient can’t be directly stated, immediately observed, or processed by algorithm, but it’s there—in the moment before it is named or depicted or resolved. It’s alive, it’s paradoxical, and it’s the exclusive province of Team Human.
—Douglas Rushkoff, Team Human
In this time of unprecedented censorship, factual arguments and personal opinions alike are deemed too dangerous to be freely aired. An orthodox narrative, once sanctioned by government, corporate, and media collusion, stiffens to a militant fundamentalism, which spells the death of free speech, action, and even thought. The algorithms are set in motion to cleanse the media landscape of dissenting views. (As we speak, that contested landscape is being expanded into the sovereign territory of the human brain—a critical dimension of “The Great Reset,” to keep it running smoothly in perpetuity.)
Artists are called to rave against this machine, and to wield their lifelike talents to weave spells invisible to the keyword-sniffing bots that stalk our conversations. Enter the meme artist, who offers the relatively safe interface of human intuition and humor as a buffer to the technocratic goons, who comprehend neither subtlety nor grace.
Art, perhaps, is a refuge of our shared humanity. It is revealing that new dictators often opt to cull first the intellectuals (Austria 1938), professors (Cambodia 1975), musicians (Chile 1973), priests (El Salvador, 1980), journalists (Columbia)… and writers and other artists whenever they risk blatant offense (Salman Rushdie, 1989).
On the nonlethal level, the mere act of sharing a mask meme on social media invariably stirs up a hornet’s nest of personal attacks, even (or especially) when a picture contains no words but conveys the truth of a thousand. At least such reaction is a human response, however lamentable the brainwashing that coaches it. On the bright side, the self-appointed fact-checkers are held at bay, since they can’t so easily identify an offending message if it relies on human intuition and emotion for its impact, instead of disputable information. And it is on that nonverbal level of human understanding that the meme artist hopes to reawaken the human connection beneath propaganda’s programming.
Art is up against slick advertisement and emotional branding, but the competition can’t stack up. Consider the syrupy sweet, empty platitudes of our planned slavery in 2030, which we are invited to celebrate—beginning with “Happiness Day” at the onset of the epoch of strangulation known as COVID-19. Of course, that happy carrot was shortly followed by the fascist stick of lockdowns, mandatory masks, and promises of coerced vaccinations. Likewise, the carroty candy of connectivity (5G) lures the masses into the trap of a totalitarian technocracy, where The Hunger Games meets Brave New World meets East Germany 1984.
How to portray, at a glance, this world-critical confrontation, between the orchestrated psychosis and common sense? The meme artist rises to the occasion. If one were to add a title to the following creation, it might be something like, “Mind Control, the Nanny State, and You.”
Here’s another one presenting with unitary impact the various virtual indignities of the New Abnormal being foisted upon humanity at this pivotal time. I would title this one, “Homo normalus.”
You too can be a meme artist, using any basic graphics software (or web platform such as Canva). Here are a few more topical examples from my own secret laboratory:
In addition to graphics, or images with added words, creative writing such as fiction and poetry can wrap itself in the protective cloak of metaphor, symbol, allusion. Where human understanding can fill gaps in meaning, reading between the lines. Here are some verbal memes, so to speak, to illustrate aspects of pandemic insanity in ways that skirt the minefields of didactic discourse.
Conspiracy Theory (May 2020)
As I walked to the beach today, a black SUV slowly passed me by. What was I thinking, just before?
The #DancingNurses: this generation’s “Dancing Israelis” this time in our faces.
The Missing Equation
Total number of CV-19 deaths: C Total number of flu deaths: F Excess number of CV-19 deaths: C – F = 0
0 = excess annual deaths from “pandemic” 7 billion = civilian lives impacted: permanent job loss, suicide, deaths from untreated conditions, malnutrition and starvation, domestic abuse, child abuse, loss of home, bankruptcy, violent arrests, heavy fines, forced confinement and isolation, travel bans, lockdown of social and cultural life…
The Gates Code
(abstract) –Select “Humanity.” –Click “Delete.”
(key code) –Announce upgrade to Human 2.021 –Select compliant users –Move to Directory VRAI –Select noncompliant users –Delete
(unredacted) –Celebrate victory –Set AI timer to Self-Destruct –Return to Home –Choose “Play Again”
