Episode 89: On Hacking The Human Mind
Even I'll be the first to admit that hacking human minds can often be a daunting task. It's actually harder than getting into any supercomputer in the world, no matter what level of skill you may have. I never intended to hack this particular mind. My intention was to simply state from where it was I was coming and perhaps, achieve a level of understanding that would allow us to agree to disagree on the subject.
There are weird things in this world, my dear readers. These things are true because, we know, truth is far stranger than fiction.
My co-worker, Biggie, and I were sitting around talking. I'd pretty much made up my mind never to discuss the subject of September 11th, 2001. The last time I did, he hammered me about a book I was reading. I had no idea how I was deserving of the rather venomous pseudo-attack that I'd gotten but trying to calmly explain my case was futile. As has been the usual, I received explanations that couldn't be corroborated by fact, predictable dismissal outright when the things I presented couldn't be properly refuted and then, the ever-present cop-out that clearly shows their inability, lack of knowledge and general distaste for anyone who has questions.
Those cop-outs tend to be phrases such as the following:
"You must wear a tin-foil hat to keep the government's mind control rays out of your brain, don't you?"
"You believe in U.F.O.s, don't you? I'll bet you do! Come on, answer the question!"
"You conspiracy nuts are all the same." And may I add, I find it extremely hilarious when the presentation I give never uses that word but detractors will use it ad nauseum.
"All you people also believe that the government used some type of satellite weapon in space to bring down the towers."
From Biggie, I got the U.F.O. question. I went one step further and finished his sentence for him during that conversation.
"If you really want to prove my information to be without credibility," I'd said, "using the same, trite, predictable cliche isn't going to do anything to help you."
I was basically dismissed again and the night went on. I must admit I was frustrated. I know it does no good trying to teach someone who doesn't want to learn but the thing you must admit is that it also does no good to preach to the choir.
Tonight opened up a door that I hadn't expected. Something I'd said that night stuck and bugged him. That's usually all it takes...an open backdoor. I finally had a piece of his coding and now, all I needed was one more access port and I was in. Finally, the virus I had in my head would begin to take hold and infect him. If he were going to engage me in this conversation then I would make my stand and hold firm.
SPARTANS! GIVE THEM NOTHING...TAKE FROM THEM...EVERYTHING!
Here was my Last Stand at my own mental Thermopylae pass and I'd be damned if I went down without putting my best foot forward and giving everything I had.
Something happened, this conversation was not like the rest I'd had with him. There were fewer interruptions from his end. He actually seemed...well...interested. Naturally, he tried some of his tactics from before and this time, I was prepared for them. They were swatted aside using facts, names, places, dates and a steady string of congruent pieces of information that weren't meant to convince him but to make him ask the questions that I wanted him to ask.
I almost couldn't believe it when it worked.
I'd guided the conversation like a laser guides a Patriot Missile. By the end of it, he'd agreed to look at any information I'd give him under the condition that he could check out the sources for himself. Fair enough...I can see that I've already made progress here. People like Dr. Steven E. Jones, Dr. David Ray Griffin, Michael Ruppert, Alex Jones...these would not be easy names to discredit. These people have been run through the wringer already...he has a long and hard road ahead of him.
Understand, I'm not gloating. I'm not going "Ha! Ha! Told you, motherfucker!" I must admit I am happy. Why? Because, tonight, progress was made. I'm into the system now and all I have to do is upload the data...I just hope it makes it past the firewalls. The point of any arguement is not to win or to keep from losing...it's just to make progress. This is why I'm relieved.
Tonight, I found out what the firewall was that prevented me from making any progress when Biggie stated, "I just don't want to believe our own government would do something like that."
"Even if the facts dictated otherwise?" I asked, "If that's the case then you continue to allow it to happen. It's complicity on your part and you do the country, our soldiers or the many who've died all over the world a huge disservice. If any of my family had been caught up in that, my research would take up every ounce of spare time I have. I have a right to know and so do you."
"For what?" he asked, "How the hell can any one of us do anything about it?"
"One person, individually speaking," I said, "Probably nothing, you're right...but a collective of us can establish some type of diplomatic solution to the problem. The problem seems to have sprung up and set itself upon us overnight. You're right about one thing, this thing probably won't be solved all in one chunk but if we can at least get it started...then that's really what I'm all about. I'm not about wearing some foil hat and going into a violent overthrow...that's counterproductive and it just makes way for the next powermad despot to get in and establish a new bloodthirsty regime. We're trying to stop the killing. Killing more people won't start a new and proper investigation. Belittling, threatening and namecalling won't either. A prime example of this is the fact that you can bench well over 300 lbs easily...that's a warm-up to you, right?"
"Right," he said.
"I can't," I said, "Not even on my best day when I'm amped up on Xenadrine, Adrenochrome and a head full of DevilDriver."
He laughed at the analogy.
"But," I said, smiling, "if you really wanted me to lift over 300 lbs as a warm-up, if you really wanted to train me to do so..."
"You'd have to start somewhere and work at it over time," he said.
"Exactly."
"So you're not saying I have to believe you," he said.
"Absolutely not," I said, "I'd be more disappointed if you did believe me outright."
"Why?" he asked.
"Would you preach to a choir?" I asked, "Or to someone who really needed to hear the message? Rhetorical question...something to think about but let's just say that if I wanted to make progress in this, should I spend more time talking to those who agree with me or more time to those who don't know about this information? You can't teach third-grade english to a college literary professor. You can, however, teach it to a third-grader. The only thing I'm saying is don't shut down. You have some of the goals figured out but you need to know how they're being accomplished, to what end, who's doing it, where in history it's happened and why. I have the information and I'm willing to just give you what I've worked for. You can take it and run it all up yourself. I can tell you something else...just one final thing and you're really not going to believe me when I say this."
"What?" he asked.
"My original intention was to prove these people wrong," I said, "definitively so. I researched this stuff to gather everything I could and really ram holes in it and leave no question. It wasn't until I began looking up the information and found out how much of it was actually reliable that I began waking up to what's really happening around us. Come Monday and Tuesday, I'm going to work on getting you some of the most reliable information I have together. After that, you can look it up for yourself and then you can decide. You don't have to tell me a damn thing because, once you look at everything for yourself and make your stand on it, it won't be any of my business but whatever questions you have...if I can't answer them, I know I'll have something in my data archive that will. Fair enough?"
"Alright," he said, "sounds fair."
Getting through...the hardest part is now over. Now, all I have to do is peruse my archive and begin gathering the best stuff...the stuff I know he'll listen to. Scholars, former military...these people with impeccable credentials...he'll listen to them. Get him started and back him up.
A young questioning mind lives, an old belief system dies.
...fair trade.
There are weird things in this world, my dear readers. These things are true because, we know, truth is far stranger than fiction.
My co-worker, Biggie, and I were sitting around talking. I'd pretty much made up my mind never to discuss the subject of September 11th, 2001. The last time I did, he hammered me about a book I was reading. I had no idea how I was deserving of the rather venomous pseudo-attack that I'd gotten but trying to calmly explain my case was futile. As has been the usual, I received explanations that couldn't be corroborated by fact, predictable dismissal outright when the things I presented couldn't be properly refuted and then, the ever-present cop-out that clearly shows their inability, lack of knowledge and general distaste for anyone who has questions.
Those cop-outs tend to be phrases such as the following:
"You must wear a tin-foil hat to keep the government's mind control rays out of your brain, don't you?"
"You believe in U.F.O.s, don't you? I'll bet you do! Come on, answer the question!"
"You conspiracy nuts are all the same." And may I add, I find it extremely hilarious when the presentation I give never uses that word but detractors will use it ad nauseum.
"All you people also believe that the government used some type of satellite weapon in space to bring down the towers."
From Biggie, I got the U.F.O. question. I went one step further and finished his sentence for him during that conversation.
"If you really want to prove my information to be without credibility," I'd said, "using the same, trite, predictable cliche isn't going to do anything to help you."
I was basically dismissed again and the night went on. I must admit I was frustrated. I know it does no good trying to teach someone who doesn't want to learn but the thing you must admit is that it also does no good to preach to the choir.
Tonight opened up a door that I hadn't expected. Something I'd said that night stuck and bugged him. That's usually all it takes...an open backdoor. I finally had a piece of his coding and now, all I needed was one more access port and I was in. Finally, the virus I had in my head would begin to take hold and infect him. If he were going to engage me in this conversation then I would make my stand and hold firm.
SPARTANS! GIVE THEM NOTHING...TAKE FROM THEM...EVERYTHING!
Here was my Last Stand at my own mental Thermopylae pass and I'd be damned if I went down without putting my best foot forward and giving everything I had.
Something happened, this conversation was not like the rest I'd had with him. There were fewer interruptions from his end. He actually seemed...well...interested. Naturally, he tried some of his tactics from before and this time, I was prepared for them. They were swatted aside using facts, names, places, dates and a steady string of congruent pieces of information that weren't meant to convince him but to make him ask the questions that I wanted him to ask.
I almost couldn't believe it when it worked.
I'd guided the conversation like a laser guides a Patriot Missile. By the end of it, he'd agreed to look at any information I'd give him under the condition that he could check out the sources for himself. Fair enough...I can see that I've already made progress here. People like Dr. Steven E. Jones, Dr. David Ray Griffin, Michael Ruppert, Alex Jones...these would not be easy names to discredit. These people have been run through the wringer already...he has a long and hard road ahead of him.
Understand, I'm not gloating. I'm not going "Ha! Ha! Told you, motherfucker!" I must admit I am happy. Why? Because, tonight, progress was made. I'm into the system now and all I have to do is upload the data...I just hope it makes it past the firewalls. The point of any arguement is not to win or to keep from losing...it's just to make progress. This is why I'm relieved.
Tonight, I found out what the firewall was that prevented me from making any progress when Biggie stated, "I just don't want to believe our own government would do something like that."
"Even if the facts dictated otherwise?" I asked, "If that's the case then you continue to allow it to happen. It's complicity on your part and you do the country, our soldiers or the many who've died all over the world a huge disservice. If any of my family had been caught up in that, my research would take up every ounce of spare time I have. I have a right to know and so do you."
"For what?" he asked, "How the hell can any one of us do anything about it?"
"One person, individually speaking," I said, "Probably nothing, you're right...but a collective of us can establish some type of diplomatic solution to the problem. The problem seems to have sprung up and set itself upon us overnight. You're right about one thing, this thing probably won't be solved all in one chunk but if we can at least get it started...then that's really what I'm all about. I'm not about wearing some foil hat and going into a violent overthrow...that's counterproductive and it just makes way for the next powermad despot to get in and establish a new bloodthirsty regime. We're trying to stop the killing. Killing more people won't start a new and proper investigation. Belittling, threatening and namecalling won't either. A prime example of this is the fact that you can bench well over 300 lbs easily...that's a warm-up to you, right?"
"Right," he said.
"I can't," I said, "Not even on my best day when I'm amped up on Xenadrine, Adrenochrome and a head full of DevilDriver."
He laughed at the analogy.
"But," I said, smiling, "if you really wanted me to lift over 300 lbs as a warm-up, if you really wanted to train me to do so..."
"You'd have to start somewhere and work at it over time," he said.
"Exactly."
"So you're not saying I have to believe you," he said.
"Absolutely not," I said, "I'd be more disappointed if you did believe me outright."
"Why?" he asked.
"Would you preach to a choir?" I asked, "Or to someone who really needed to hear the message? Rhetorical question...something to think about but let's just say that if I wanted to make progress in this, should I spend more time talking to those who agree with me or more time to those who don't know about this information? You can't teach third-grade english to a college literary professor. You can, however, teach it to a third-grader. The only thing I'm saying is don't shut down. You have some of the goals figured out but you need to know how they're being accomplished, to what end, who's doing it, where in history it's happened and why. I have the information and I'm willing to just give you what I've worked for. You can take it and run it all up yourself. I can tell you something else...just one final thing and you're really not going to believe me when I say this."
"What?" he asked.
"My original intention was to prove these people wrong," I said, "definitively so. I researched this stuff to gather everything I could and really ram holes in it and leave no question. It wasn't until I began looking up the information and found out how much of it was actually reliable that I began waking up to what's really happening around us. Come Monday and Tuesday, I'm going to work on getting you some of the most reliable information I have together. After that, you can look it up for yourself and then you can decide. You don't have to tell me a damn thing because, once you look at everything for yourself and make your stand on it, it won't be any of my business but whatever questions you have...if I can't answer them, I know I'll have something in my data archive that will. Fair enough?"
"Alright," he said, "sounds fair."
Getting through...the hardest part is now over. Now, all I have to do is peruse my archive and begin gathering the best stuff...the stuff I know he'll listen to. Scholars, former military...these people with impeccable credentials...he'll listen to them. Get him started and back him up.
A young questioning mind lives, an old belief system dies.
...fair trade.
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