Sad Max: Bored Warrior of the Asexual Apocalypse

My gang is very inclusive!

My gang is very inclusive!

By: Jay

I grew up loving George Miller’s post-apocalyptic Mad Max series.  I think all of us, like rubber-neckers at an accident, have some inner fascination with the potential for a complete collapse and destruction of the existing order and the hope for something new, and often the human imagination projects such yearnings into art in a unique way.  The energy of revolutionary impulse, ever tied to this desire for radical change, has long been harnessed and utilized for subversive ends by historical power blocs, and in our day, the explosion of apocalypse-themed novels, films, graphic novels and art reflects this inner want, but the manipulation now functions on a much larger scale.  Arising from Cold War terrors of constant media-hyped threats of nuclear war, engineered apocalypticism was discovered to be a powerful tool of social engineering in psychological warfare.  What if, instead of actually destroying things on a mass scale, the public psyche could simply be inundated with the constant fear of such a disaster?   Much cheaper, and still very effective, fear brings impotence:  I know, just ask my last girlfriend (Ha! Zing!)  Reflect again on our recent noozmedia blockbusters – we have the mass faux zombie outbreak and Ebola, the new “Cold War” with Russia replete with nuclear threats from neo-cons, the climate apocalypse of global warming and myriad other absent crises always on the horizon.  What does come in a steady stream is manufactured fear from PR companies and think tanks.


Welcome home, my son, er…person.

So what if, instead of the end of civilization coming, not even with “a whimper and not a bang,” it sneaks upon us with a gradualism of megalomaniac trademark mediocrity?  This is not to say there won’t be economic collapses or mass disasters and pandemics, but those tend to have a short lifespan for fearporn ends in the grand scheme – only a few months or years tops in mass media marquee letters.  What if the coming global end comes through monoculture and the new world order sloughs and waddles its way down the frozen pizza aisle with supremely boring methods, like Candy Crush, corn syrup and consumerist standardization?  The nightmare of the now – silly putty people of the novus ordo devolve into a Gumby-like cut-outs that can be molded, shaped, dissolved and coagulated as GloboCorp sees fit through much more subtle, dull means than mass cataclysms.  The energy of revolutionary impulse becomes packaged as an energy drink!

Mass cataclysms are messy, so in their place I’m pitching a substitute, staged reality show on Netflix called Real World: Mass Cataclysm. It follows a group of properly diverse genderless bean-like creatures that struggle to survive inside, not a cave or a deserted island, but a Wal-Mart.  Surprisingly, we don’t already have a reality show about androgynous beings attempting to live on different aisles of Wal-Mart Estates, but I’m reasonably hopeful.  The pilot plot might involve one of the genderless beings finding an old bottle of Horny Goat Weed pills stashed away in a locker, and upon taking them, the inkling of some testosterone and testicular fortitude cause the middle aged protagonist to enter puberty, while the collective asexual employees shout him down with chants of “racism,” and in an orgy of break room celebration, remove his newly-blossomed man bits for ritual immolation. That way, the rest of the viewing world can think there are mass cataclysms and pandemics running rampant, but since they never leave their techno hovels, they’ll never know it’s all staged in a completely mundane, yet absurd way.  After it airs, Aldous Huxley gives it 4 stars and two packs of Gummies – thumbs up!

Got rid of all those nasty bits!

Got rid of all those nasty bits!

The crux of my message is this: the apocalypse is now, not 10 years from now, when the fiat currency falls flat from derivatives or when the bio-outbreak causes President Morgan Freeman to address us in his blessed God-voice.  The apocalypse now is your local box store, your iPhone and your plastic breasts and dick-enhancement pill (breasts and pills possessed by the same being!).  The feminization of society skips hand in hand with a bearded trendy to the castration barn, where men are made vaginal and women are made penile.  Men with breasts, and women with lats and traps – that is the dystopia now, not masculine Mad Max and a resource war for water and gasoline.  The dystopia is the viscous mediocrity and standardization of all things like an aisle in Target, where your gender, religion, nationality are interchangeable with Pepsi, Coke or Jolt (Jolt being the really sweet gender of choice).   The effects of the Cold War had a tremendous part to play in the rise of the fears of losing what the West had, but the present covert warfare is more akin to the effects of the cold on parts men have.  Like Osiris and John Wayne Bobbitt, it is now the time for men to lop off those privy members and place them on the altar and move to mass line 69Z for Gumby-fication processing.  The Mammy State demands it, and she demands it not be very interesting.

19 Comments on Sad Max: Bored Warrior of the Asexual Apocalypse

  1. Steven Charles // December 15, 2014 at 12:12 am // Reply

    Excellent ! The dumbing down of all meaning in peoples’ lives leaves the sheeple totally compliant and unable to even think about questioning their loss of freedom and control over their own destinies.I often wonder whether those of us who are awake can ever hope to have any significant effect against this not-so-subtle but horribly successful tactic by our psychopathic wannabe controllers…I admire Jay for trying!

  2. The way I see it, might makes right. They’re doing what they’re doing because they can. That’s why evolution is calling us to task. If we’re going to be annihilated it’s not because we won’t step up, it’s because we can’t. We still have the freedom to decide on our character at a personal level, but if we don’t survive in any meaningful way it’s because the universe favors this other consciousness instead. So from where I’m standing, the choice we face is: acquiesce and certainly perish, or evolve and probably perish. Second option is still better. Yes, it’s grim to actually face the full direness of the state of affairs, but this also ensures that if the species survives it will, necessarily, be composed of individuals with increased mental and spiritual strength. Now is the time to take up the hammer and chisel (no, not sickle, don’t worry) and start crafting your character. It’s probably futile. But what if it isn’t?

  3. Black – white. Red – blue. Asleep – awake.

    Nothing has changed.

  4. Michael Sean // December 15, 2014 at 6:58 am // Reply

    My niece wants to be a man. She loves One Direction, Frozen, Harry Potter, and is emotionally fragile, like most older teenage girls. Yet she likes to dress like a boy, and likes girls…except she does like girls…she like One Direction…but she doesn’t like boys in that way.

    The doctor has told her mother, who is confused and not very receptive to losing a daughter and gaining a mono thing, the operation will make her happier. He knows many people who are happier after the operation. Her mother is wrong to worry, and its nothing to do with her anyway.

    The local vicar is a lesbian with a lesbian clique going on at the Church, and no one really trusts the Catholics to talk with their kids anymore.

  5. Everything in the world has been turned upside down.A perverted inversion of reality.White Christmas is now a racist song.Eleven sodomite bakers refuse to bake a cake for a heterosexual couple and that is not considered a problem for the social change agents or controlled mainstream media.Crazy and twisted world of greed,corruption and hedonism that awaits a trigger event for the walls to come tumbling down.Doesn’t matter if it is war or a fiat currency collapse or pandemic.A hit from space or race wars could do it.

  6. Great article. I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

  7. “Gradually, by selective breeding, the congenital differences between rulers and ruled will increase until they become almost different species. A revolt of the plebs would become as unthinkable as an organized insurrection of sheep against the practice of eating mutton.”

    Bertrand Russell, The Impact of Science on Society (1953) pgs. 49-50

  8. master blaster… metaphor for the US.. dumb childlike brute controlled by evil midget… glad to’ve found ya jay 🙂

  9. “Gumbification” is now part of my lexicon..

  10. Don’t you think the joker laughs at you? I have seen the Walrus, and he is us…

  11. Oh so true. Many are carrying a feeling around with them that the world is out of kilter, a feeling of gnawing unease (as in the film, ‘Take Shelter’), but few of us can articulate those feelings into rational thoughts, let alone write about them. Continue my friend.

  12. Great article! This fearporn is a form of political capitulation. You are indeed rendered impotent and disenfranchised under the present global neocon/neoliberal politico-economic mono-culture. The only personal freedoms left are what products to consume or which gender or animal you would like to be. And if you’re smart enough to break the shackles of mind-control and dispel the fog of propaganda, than you still have the freedom to think for yourself.

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