“Never, ever underestimate the degree to which people will scatter themselves into a deep fog in order to avoid seeing the basic realities of their own cages. The strongest lock on the prison is always avoidance, not force.” (Stefan Molyneux)
Do you hear that quiet discontented, maladjusted male voice stirring? At first in chaos, disorganised, so many nails, standing up, isolated, separated, disorganised, inefficient in solitude, then finally, together, rising above the parapet, in rage, unafraid any longer to sleep amongst the feminised, sedated hordes. We rumble our discontent, individualistically, believing our cry will never be heard, we cry anyway, a defiant roar of anger, a no, a refusal to join, to accept the collectivisation of acquiescence, until finally, a damn bursts, our individual voices merge as one, and a crescendo of violent rhythm crashes, like a wave against the anaesthetic hordes. The elite’s cry out in horror, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the sheeple were to sleepwalk into tyranny, but no, the enemy, humanity, with the sacred masculine leading the charge, has risen, as one, as a NO, a defiant fist into the face of globalisation, of neoliberalism, of multiculturalism of cultural Marxism. The wall of tell lie vision iphone helplessness collapses under a tide of righteous male anger, a refusal to lie down and accept their plans for Armageddon, their dreams of chaos before their new world tyranny, the days before the end. Awakened in violent fury, the weakness of collectivised power collapses overnight against the barrage of western masculine holocaust aggression. The battle is short, and the dark suit wearing demons are banished to the pit where they belong. Man acts. God is the judge. A world reclaimed, the wall of obliterating masculine anger subsides, and calm returns, there will be no more sleeping, we wait in guard, tyranny will be kept in check, the sacred masculine watchmen of western civilisation sleep no more. We wait, in preparation, for tyranny to stir again. A single velvet glove, with iron fist, a smile for all, but warning to those that would collectivise the future. Humanity settles, the world prospers under free association, the non-aggression principal and golden rule being the moral law of the land. No more coercion, no more statism, no more uniforms, and no more leaders. The imperfect ape-like being, blessed with the divine gift of God consciousness, finally achieves its brave new world. It’s not the one the globalists had been ‘banking’ upon.
This piece was inspired by 'The Cornocopian' by Abyssal.
'The Cornocopian' is from the 10/10 album Antikatastaseis, by Abyssal, released on June 23rd 2015. BUY IT.
Green alien editor Tharg introduces PROG 1944 with the following threat/warning:
‘So much Thrill-power in one week- it’s reality threatening, Earthlets!’
I’ll give him some credit. The old 70’s punk alien is true to his word, as there’s no connection WHATSOVER to reality in this week’s edition of 2000AD.
It starts with Dredd. The art is good, but the story is just our heroic judges shooting at monsters in space. Next story please.
Helium has a couple of moody girls bossing men about. The men are wimps or order followers, and the girls are large, and in charge. Ho-hum.
The third story (The Alienist) is very old fashioned, with a group of people spending a night in a haunted house in order to prove the existence of ghosts and win a prize from a newspaper. It’s set safely in the past (1908) so nothing of any contemporary relevance, insight or controversy will occur. The story is not particularly new or original, but it looks great. The art is black and white, and features the heavy inking style that you used to get in old horror comics. If you like old-fashioned horror then you should like it, but let’s be honest, nothing new is going to happen in this one.
Next story is the end of Outlier, and it’s a bit, uneventful. The main villain walks off, the end. That’s not very satisfying, is it?
PROG 1944 of 2000AD concludes with Jaegir, a story about soldiers. I didn’t care at the beginning, and I don’t care now. I don’t want to read about order followers. Order followers are not good, moral people. They are evil, and they make the world what it is today.
‘There is no such thing as any possible moral following of orders, the two terms are contradictory.’ (Mark Passio)
You can follow an order that leads to good, but that does not make you a good person. It makes you an order follower doing what s/he is told, that is all. Hence, the truism, that the good moral order follower CANNOT exist. Following orders is immoral because you are giving away your own moral sovereignty. That act alone makes you a bad person.
That’s a truth that people don’t want to acknowledge, and until we do, nothing changes. What does this have to do with Jaegir? Everything, as Jaegir is lying to readers, trying to convince them that you can wear the uniform of a soldier and be a good person. No, you cannot.
Order followers are not good people, they can never be good people. This message needs to be repeated, over and over again until people finally begin to recognise it for the truth that it is. The lie of the good order follower is reinforced every week in Judge Dredd, as it is in Jaegir. This is not how a society progresses. It’s how a society dies. Accepting lies, and making excuses for them is the main reason why humanity is enslaved. Think you’re not a slave? Try not paying your council tax, come back to me, and let me know how that goes for you.
Last week’s 2000AD featured some reality in ‘Future Shocks- Cloud Nine.’ That story was about human slavery to a centralised control system, a system that takes through the threat of violence, and gives nothing in return. This week’s 2000AD takes a break from reality completely, as was threatened by Tharg in his introduction.
Some readers will enjoy it, because reality in the UK today kind of sucks. We have the Tories as slave-masters, with their austerity for the poor, and their devotion to international finance and never ending war. The supposed ‘opposition,’ are the Iraq war Labour party. They are dying, unable to find a coherent lie to sell to the enslaved masses. All they can do is go back to the 1970’s in an effort to find meaning, to find something, anything to believe in and offer as an alternative to the neoliberal consensus of our times.
Yes, I understand why UK comic book readers might want to hide from reality in 2015, but as for me, I’d rather not hide. I prefer to shout and scream, and moan and complain and tell everybody who comes into contact with me that they are living in a giant bloody prison, and that the more they bury their heads in the sand, the more difficult it will be to break out, and be truly free people.
Have kids, have a career, have slavery, isn’t it fun? Buy PROG 1944 of 2000AD if you want to hide from difficult, uncomfortable, painful reality. Buy it if you don’t care about the world around you. Buy it if you prefer pretty drawings to meaning in your life. Buy it if you want to hide.
I don’t want to hide. I want to fight. I’m out here, talking about things that people ignore, shouting about the uncomfortable lies that we pay our taxes for. I’m a weird man. I live for meaning, not money or social status. I don’t care about material success and I don’t care about groups. I look at the world, and I see slavery to the state. I see cowardly, apathetic indifference to reality. I see the scared masses hiding within a wave of Darwinian selfishness that blinds us all.
I see humanity farmed as cattle, dumbed down by the media and schooling systems, programmed to obey, and programmed to worship the centralised control system that enslaves us all. I don’t like it. I don’t like how we are treated like cattle, and I don’t like comic books that ignore it, that think that human slavery and following orders is just, well, it’s just what humans do, isn’t it? No, it’s not. It’s what we have always done in the past, and that is why we are in the mess that we are in today. It’s time to change things up a bit, it’s time to break free, it’s time to reject the uniforms of the state and to go our own way, Yeah, it’s crazy time, it’s time to be free.
Art: Sergio Aragones Story: Mark Evanier Publisher: Dark Horse Comics Released: 20th May 2015
It’s so refreshing to read a funny comic, that’s actually funny, and not knowing, clever, ironic, self-modern, neo-liberal, feminist or Marxist.
Reading this issue of Groo: Friends and Foes #5 took me back to a time when comic books were good. A time before the influence of cultural Marxism, and what we have in the majority of comic books today.
Contemporary comic books are not funny. I want to enjoy them, but it’s impossible. How can I enjoy a comic book that reminds me of one of my old Feminism/Marxism College classes? It’s really depressing that those dated and discredited ideas have managed to permeate themselves so deeply into the psyches of writers today.
What the Hell are they doing? Have they not being paying attention to the world recently?
They do realise that Marxism is 100% sponsored by private banking interests, don’t they?
They do realise that feminism is anti-family, anti-individual and being used to enslave people to the corporate state, don’t they?
They do realise that new legislation is being passed that will make you a ‘terrorist’ if you don’t agree with the tyranny of the state, don’t they?
Do they not realise what is going on in 2015?
What the Hell is going on with all of this cultural Marxism feminist crap that I read in my comic books today?
I realise that writers have been indoctrinated by their suburban educational experiences, but they do have the Internet, right? They might have been lied to at school, but they have no excuse for doing what they are doing. They have no excuse for their ignorance.
When you have the information available, and refuse to look at it, that’s ignorance, and that’s what I see in mainstream comic books of 2015.
IGNORANCE (ignore ance) OF THE TRUTH (Please watch this short video)
Groo is different. It’s silly, and funny, and there’s no cultural Marxism in it, at all. The characters are daft, it’s written with a wink, and a sense of the absurdity of life. It made me smile, it made me think back to the times when comic books were like this, when they were their own little thing and the world looked interesting and full of possibilities.
When I read contemporary comic books I’m reading statist propaganda. I’m reading the death of all hope, the death of rebellion and any chance of human emancipation from the tyranny of the neo-liberal corporate status quo. Imagination has died, and the books are being written by suburban fanboys looking to sell a script of spectacle and quips mixed with a dollop of politically correct feminist Marxism to their all powerful Gods of the Tele ‘lie’ Vision.
I don’t want to read that. I want to read something that is good. I want to read something that doesn’t want to join the corporate borg. I want to read something that is free, something that is a celebration of life, not a negation of it.
Groo- Friends and Foes #5 is silly, and funny, and it made me smile. The characters are always smiling, even when they are frowning, even when they are being beaten up, they are doing it with a smile. If you want to smile, then buy the book. It’s timeless, and good, and unlike any other comic book out there today.
