Super Bowl Sunday: Scientifically Crafted Mass Mental Illness
As the Roman Empire drew to a close, the poet and satirist Juvenal wrote about an infantilized populace that had surrendered its birthright of political involvement.
“Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties,” he wrote, “for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.” The Latin phrase panem et circenses is often translated as “bread and games.”
In America, circa 2010, the phrase bread and circuses, or bread and games, has become what passes for our national anthem. The masses long ago abdicated their civic duties and have since forsaken the Constitution — and are in fact almost completely ignorant of it — and have abandoned their birthright of liberty in favor of mindless and indeed infantilized entertainment.
It is not merely the gladiatorial Super Bowl. It is an entire popular culture steeped in meaningless celebrity worship. Far too many Americans reject political involvement — their birthright — for a vicarious and perverse obsession with the minutiae of manufactured stars and starlets.
It is no mistake Aldous Huxley used the phrase in Brave New World Revisited as an example of one of the ideas he used as a theme in Brave New World.
Steve Bonta, in an article published in The New American, compares and contrasts Huxley and Orwell:
“What Huxley understood more acutely than Orwell is that it is easier to enslave a people by seduction than by coercion. In the words of social critic Neil Postman, “what Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one…. As Huxley remarked…, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny ‘failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.’ In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure.”
The Super Bowl event is a scientifically created mass mental illness that exploits man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions. It is the bellwether of tyranny.
In the video below, Alex Jones calls on each of us to remember what really matters on this Super Bowl weekend. Forget the pizza, nachos and the half-time musicians and educate yourself, your family and your neighbors on what the globalists have done by design to our culture and our very humanity.
It is more than a football game. It is a primary example of the fact the future of humanity hangs in the balance.
Alex Jones,
I felt this way many years before you said it. I watched the Super Bowl anyway. I noticed when the Saints came onto the field, the song played was the eye in the sky.
The song is in part a reference to George Orwell’s classic novel Nineteen Eighty-Four, regarding a possible future in which individual privacy is virtually non-existent due to the ever-watching eye of Big Brother. In the novel, citizens are constantly monitored by hidden video recording equipment.[1][2]Eric Woolfson, the Singer died in December 2009.
don’t try turning tables instead
you’ve taken lots of chances before
but i’m not gonna give anymore
don’t ask me
that’s how it goes
cause part of me knows what you’re thinkin’
don’t say words you’re gonna regret
don’t let the fire rush to your head
i’ve heard the accusation before
and i ain’t gonna take any more
believe me
the sun in your eyes
made some of the lies worth believing
i am the eye in the sky
looking at you
i can read your mind
i am the maker of rules
dealing with fools
i can cheat you blind
and i don’t need to see any more
to know that
i can read your mind, i can read your mind
don’t leave false illusions behind
don’t cry cause i ain’t changing my mind
so find another fool like before
cause i ain’t gonna live anymore believing
some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving
i am the eye in the sky
looking at you
i can read your mind
i am the maker of rules
dealing with fools
i can cheat you blind
and i don’t need to see any more
to know that
i can read your mind, i can read your mind
The Colts entered the field with The Who “We Won’t Get Fooled Again.” Just the entro music-
We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
Change it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fall that’s all
But the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!
I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There’s nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
Look up Superbowl 44 introduction
Thanks For being there.
Greg