Certain hazardous topics require risking our lives if we aspire to be real
I keep running into that phrase. The third rail. Of course it’s a metaphor from the subway. You touch the third rail and you electrocute yourself. I have to explain that because the American people have become so dumbed down they might not know what the phrase “third rail” means. It means you touch it and you likely will end your life.
Unfortunately for all of us, the third rail of reality must be touched, or our lives will never be real. Right now our lives are not real because there are so many topics we can’t talk about in public, and because we can’t talk about them, all the decisions we must make are necessarily based on insufficient data, rendering our lives inauthentic, delusional and at elevated risk for both inadvertent injury and unexpected termination.
The social machinery that has put virtually the entire population into this coma of servile timidity must be short-circuited if any of us are to live authentic lives ever again. If this machinery is not short-circuited, the best we can expect of our radically shortened and polluted future is to be seedpods in a salmon farm for humans with no consciousness and no volition to deviate from the mandatory suicide course that has been prescribed for us by the invisible sadists who manipulate the international corporation that masquerades as our government.
For the past few weeks this mantra of the third rail — don’t touch the third rail! — has stalked me like the theme song from a horror movie, which our reality so vividly resembles.