People who were already grown up by the turn of the last century – the 20th to the 21st – have memories of what it was like to live in a country that wasn’t a “Homeland” in which Security Theater was “practiced” at airports.
Before what has become one of Elagabalus Stage America’s new holy days – Nahhhnnnlevven – one could not only board a commercial flight without having the contents of your underwear examined by a glove-wearing Security Pantomimer in a blue outfit; one could arrive at the gate minutes before the scheduled departure and so long as the plane’s door was still open, you could make your flight.
And with your cup of coffee, too.
It was only 20 years ago. It feels like yesterday. One can almost touch it.
But those who are in their 20s today are disconnected from that time, in memory as well as fact. They grew up in the “Homeland” and regard underwear inspection as the price of being allowed to get on an airplane as normal, because that’s how it has always been – for them.
It will be similar in the years ahead for those who are too young now to remember a time when the only Americans who wore “masks” in public were the mentally ill – sad neurotics and pitiable hypochondriacs – and those up to no good, as in bank robbers. A time when no one not actually in a mental hospital or a prison “practiced” bizarre rituals such as keeping six feet away from other people. When the only stores that had plexiglass shields in between the customer and the the clerk were gas stations, pawn shops and convenience stores in really bad neighborhoods, where the clerk had to fear being shot.
Of course, some of the young of today were made ready for all of this, as via the “lockdowns” – of their schools, which was “practiced” well before mass hypochondria became normal.
They are used to spending much of their days within a prison, so prison “practices” such as having to stand behind taped lines and deal with people behind plexiglass shields probably didn’t seem that abnormal to them. Putting on a “mask” – which is really just another form of uniform-wearing, which is a way of making a group of individuals appear uniform – was likely no great shock to their systems.
And what of those whose first experiences include being “masked” . . . by their parents? Of not seeing their parents’ faces? Nor the faces of other human beings, all of whom appeared faceless and so expressionless to them?
Cruel experiments were done – a long time ago – on baby monkeys, to gauge the effect on them of not seeing their mother’s faces. They were provided all the physical necessities of biological existence, such as food and shelter – the food provided by a bottle hung from a wire-mesh “mother” lacking a face. The baby monkeys – those that didn’t die – grew up stunted, physically as well as emotionally. They were afraid of other monkeys and would cry and try to get away from them.
Baby monkeys, it turns out, need more than just milk. By implication, so do human babies. Being pre-verbal, they cannot understand “mandates” and “guidelines.” All they know – or rather, all they didn’t see – were the faces of those closest to them, during what is established fact as the most critical developmental period in the life of a newly emergent human being.
The importance of seeing faces – of seeing the smiling faces of their parents and siblings and other people, generally – is probably at least as important to their psychological well-being as food is to their physical well-being.
What was “practiced” upon them is apt to manifest in the years ahead as emotional, behavioral and cognitive disorders.
Some of the already-grown are manifesting such symptoms right now.
They continue to “practice” the bizarre rituals of Hygiene Theater, including the ongoing wearing of their Face-Effacers – even after having received what is ostensibly the cure for that which doesn’t ail them. Their fear of getting it – even when they have been immunized against getting it – remains so pathological that they cannot let go of what has become a kind of security blanket for them, as well as a definite symbol of their desperate need to show that they believe and care – no matter the facts and notwithstanding the fact that the most caring thing a person could possibly do in these etiolated times is to stop believing and start thinking.
In particular, about the wreckage of lives and minds caused by believing lies and assisting in their propagation via the visual expression of belief in them.
It may be up to those of us who remember the Before Times to keep the memory of those times alive. So that, someday, Americans – or whoever replaces them – do not have to live in a “Homeland” – and are immunized against the “practice” of anything pathological.
Most especially Faith in government.
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