Wherefore art thou Normieville?
There are those in the market of the apocalypse who believe in the advent of a 'great awakening' of public consciousness regarding military-corporate war crimes against humanity. The Dispatch is amenable to a tipple of hopium once in a while, but this meme in particular may turn out to be the hair of the dog that bit you.
To expect Normieville to awaken is akin to expecting Montagues and Capulets to intermarry and live happily ever after. It's a nice idea until it runs into that pesky thing called reality.
But this time is different, say the apocalyptic optimists. Mass experimental jabbation followed by 'unexplained' excess deaths worldwide! Just wait until the people figure out what has been done to them... yep, just about real soon... any day now....
Meanwhile, in Normieville.... Local custom at the commissary is to start the month perusing the town's monthly free magazine, an advertising platform for local businesses, classified ads and events. It's a small town thing.
This month there was something new. A full-page ad depicting a young couple gazing happily at each other under the words 'LIFE INSURANCE'. Off to one side, a cabin suitcase appears floating in thin air. 'Sign up now and get a free suitcase with anthracite wheels!'
The Dispatch lingered on this page, piqued by the cognitive dissonance it was generating. The photostock couple just felt out of place. Too young and happy to be thinking about death, unless they lived in a war zone or close to railway tracks.
What it actually looked like was a normalization of young people dying. Not a purposeful attempt, simply an unconscious reflection of the current zeitgeist.
But surely that was just in the beholder's jaded eye, gripped by a morbid pareidolia from listening too long to the siren song. Sort of like when one looks at those mutherWEFers and the mind is tricked into seeing humans.
This conclusion would have stood if not for another ad that appeared a few pages further into the magazine. This one was a half-page of text on a queasy greenish-blue background. In large bold font across the top it read 'DEATH: OUR ALLY'.
So much for pareidolia. Perhaps the local crematorium was launching a special offer. Ten percent off for no sugarcoating.
'That unexpected and sudden death breaks our world. And our heart.' it started. 'We need to survive and have no choice but to accept what has happened.'
The text went on to talk about dealing with the loss of loved ones. It was signed by a Gestalt therapist offering her services in mourning support. Her slogan was 'The love of your life is you.'
For some reason, this ad dredged up an old song to mind.
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claws
Mr Mojo Risin'... a wink by universe? Still the Dispatch doubts.
The issue with the great awakening mythos is that it forgets why Normieville is Normieville in the first place. If Normieville could be swayed by evidence and critical thinking, it wouldn't be Normieville. If it were easier to convince Normieville it has been fooled than to fool it, it wouldn't be Normieville.
The new normal is already in process of assimilation under the liminal threshold. If ever the truth is finally known, we shall set our eyes upon the field where Normieville sows its wherefores, and see but a barren waste.
Dispatch out.