Listen: Cult of Self
Cult of self narcissists have mastered magical thinking ideologues into a social media frenzy weaving the feudal system into cool, hip catch phrases that will help you get. out. that. vote.
Anxious hand wringing throws all autonomy of self empowerment and mutual aid into the throat gripping claws of representatives. We all sit in earnest, then springing into democratic action leaping over decaying infrastructure, jumping with athletic precision over the unhoused and forgotten and sliding straight into the safe, private clutches of the voting booth.
Who cares about the school to prison pipeline, that smooth transition is just as smooth and seamless as the Lehman Brothers collapse with simultaneous explosive social media presence. We are the star of our own reality show and reality of financial meltdown isn’t going to get in the way of our Instagram clicks. Oh hells no.
Cult of personality, shaming critical thinkers, scraping their free thought projects from all corners of the internet. Enter the great social media purge of October, 2018. And you didn’t even flinch.
Paying homage to your masters who pay homage to their corporate masters who pay homage to the banking masters. It’s Stockholm Syndrome on steroids, ad infinitum. We’ve embedded cult of self so deeply into ourselves that a copy of Ayn Rand’s downloadable quotes is offered with every Facebook app. Ron Paul looks like a spokesperson for tree huggers across america at this point.
Cult of self are duped, hoodwinked, bought and sold and recycled awash with arrogance and the need to always be right and never ever shut the fuck up and listen to their screaming dopamine hits with every retweet.
It’s an algorithm.
They’re getting filthy rich off of you. You’re on the platter, paying for their 16 plus mansions. “Oh my god Oprah bought a Hawaiian Island!” and sprayed it down with RoundUp.
Cult of self latch and suckle off the tit of entertainment, and propaganda and that never ending fear campaign that infantilizes, controls, manipulates and shackles. You’re weak with it and as cult of self drowns in a militarized police presence right outside your front door, then wades through Tent City, America, cult of self proudly sports an “I voted” sticker as if they actually made a difference.