Just making something fictional dilutes and, frequently, entirely displaces that it is real.
I understand that, but I also recognize that fiction can also
magnify the real.
I experienced it myself until recently. I kept trying to remember the name of the guy who wrote 'War is the Health of the State. But I kept coming up with the name from Robert Ludlum's novels-turned-movies, "Jason Bourne."
Over and over I tried to remember R...R...R....but it wouldn't come. Just "Jason."
I had to very deliberately create a mnemonic hook to get myself to remember-
RANDOLPH. Randolph Bourne. 'War is the Health of the State.' Finally!
I had been damn well affected by keyword hijacking of the REAL Mr. Bourne who just happens to be a serious danger to the Warfare State.
But, of course, you still had the "Bourne" to hang your thinking cap on, thanks to the association with Ludlum. You might forget his first name, but you will always have "Bourne". And like someone said in the general discussion board, in the age of the internet such a mnemonic obstacle is made
totally irrelevant. Without even the "Bourne", you could have just googled "War is the Health of the State":
http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=n ... +the+stateOr you could have looked up the surname "Bourne" in wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourne_(surname)
And, of course, it's JUST HIS FUCKING FIRST NAME. Who the fuck
cares what his first name is, jesus fucking christ. Few people will
ever in their ENTIRE FUCKING LIVES NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF SCHOOLS THEY ATTEND OR PRINT THEY READ OR FRIENDS THEY HAVE encounter Randolph Bourne or his essay, because the vast majority of ALL political thought from almost 100 years ago has been subsumed and forgotten in the vacuum of recent history. That's not psy-ops, it's a fucking unfortunate phenomenon of
time itself. You are truly either demented or dishonest if you claim that there's any tactical advantage whatsoever in giving the main character in a Ludlum book the same surname as an anti-war essayist from WWI. Besides the obvious and still-standing logical hole of the memorability doing the exact fucking opposite of what you claim and actually
increasing:
Calculate the number of people who, in the course of their lives, will ever happen upon Randolph Bourne or his essay, and then...- Subtract the number of those people who don't give a single shit about the world outside of their own lives and on whom any kind of psy-ops would be a total waste of effort.
- Subtract the number of those people who have never been exposed to Ludlum books or movies.
- Subtract the number of those people who are irrevocably pro-war and therefore permanently deaf to Randolph Bourne regardless of Jason Bourne.
- Subtract the number of people who have been exposed to Ludlum books or movies or advertisements starring Jason Bourne but who, like normal rational human beings, go ahead and read "War is the Health of the State" anyway, in a contemplative state of mind, unaffected by the miniscule synaptic association they may or may not sense with the Ludlum character.
Guess how many people are left? One. YOU.
There are three possibilities for you, and
there are no others:
1. You're an intelligent person who's tragically crippled by schizophrenia.
2. You're a performance artist toying with the hive mind of a conspiracy forum.
3. You're a spook, oh-so-ironically inoculating us against inoculation theory, interfering with our potential comprehension of interference theory, meme-hijacking the concept of meme-hijacking.
Here's my advice, respectively:
1. Go to a psychiatrist, ask for some kind of anti-psychotic, then return to your psy-ops research with a healthy and potent frame of mind unfettered by schizophrenic solipcism.
2. Take a shit in the toilet, reach in and pick the shit up, and eat it.
3. Pray that no one here ever finds out who you are in real life, for real.
Well, I guess I owe you (or your fictional persona, or your spook handlers) a response to the Fonzi/Fonzie part, since I asked and you were kind enough to fart out a half-baked answer.
So the school kids watch sit-coms. Over and over. With every laugh, smirk, or even just moment at rest comfortably in a chair (yes, relief from fatigue reinforces conditioning) making the memory association with the fictional "Fonzie" stronger and stronger.
At school kids joke about and imitate the thumbs-up gesture accompanied by the minimalist catch-phrase, "Aaay." Lunchboxes and notepads with Mr. Aaay's image reinforce the association.
If one of these school kids overhears their parents talking about what little the CIA allowed into the NYTimes and they hear about "Gaeton Fonzi," the conditioned kid will have hours of conditioning and social affirmation pulling mnemonically in the direction of the fictional "guy called Fonzie."
- The mnemonic pull of Fonzie (and other putative KH devices) can
also be, if it's not
more likely to be, like the gravity of a planet, meaning that the figure of Gaeton Fonzi could get stuck in the kid's head like a little moon around the character Fonzie, whereas
if there had never been a television Fonzie the kid would have never
batted a fucking mental eyelash at the name Gaeton Fonzi to begin with.
- Again, how many kids were ever exposed to a single fucking utterance of the name Gaeton Fonzi? Very, very, very, very few. And no halfway thoughtful kid who would've eventually cared about the name Gaeton Fonzi in the slightest would ever have a mental block caused by the TV Fonzie.
- Again, what possible fucking tactical advantage is there to obfuscating the mere
surname of a single dogged House investigator that would justify amplifying a minor character on a network sitcom who happened to have a nickname homophonic to the investigator's last name? Answer: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NONE. Whatever resources you supposedly imagine being spent on such a tactic would surely be spent on framing Fonzi directly for a discrediting crime.
If by some unlikely chance the kid reads about Gaeton Fonzi, there is still all that conditioned pleasure tempering any potential negative emotions that might be evoked by what Gaeton Fonzi is doing. Additionally, there is all the scripted framing baggage of the fictional character that comes up with those memories. The kid would much rather BE Mr. Aaay than the Gaeton dude, right?
You couldn't even really describe the supposed mindset in detail, it turns out. Same old bullshit, just with Fonzi's name plugged in. Pathetic. Lazy. So anyway, a kid loves watching Happy Days, and like most kids in the 70's who love Happy Days his favorite character is Fonzie, and when he happens to hear his parents talking about Gaeton Fonzi or happens to overhear a brief mention of Gaeton Fonzi on network news during the House Investigation, what he feels is the pleasure connected with the character Fonzie, and...that pleasure is supposed to condition him AGAINST forming a favorable or lasting unique memory of Gaeton Fonzi? Pleasure...as a name-specific mnemonic deterrent. Um, sure. You don't figure that maybe the Fonzie pleasure would leak into the synapses that caught the name Gaeton Fonzi, and perversely turn those Gaeton Fonzi synapses into something rewarding? You don't figure that maybe the pleasurable association with the coolest and most morally sound television character in history would rub off positively on his Gaeton Fonzi synapses, on whatever sketch of an archetype the kid forms for Gaeton Fonzi in his head? What fucking "scripted framing baggage" are you referring to? And basically, with your supposed negative comparison, you're saying that there's no possible way for any character in a piece of fiction to be named in honor of a hero, no way for any character who happens to share the name of a real person to reflect positively on the real person, because if the character is too good/cool then it puts the real person to shame, and if the character isn't good/cool enough then it diminishes the real person. It's blatant circular reasoning, and if I'm not mistaken it's the kind of reasoning that schizophrenics (
and pranksters
and spooks) like to use. In fact, I bet books and TV shows carry that disclaimer about characters not representing real people specifically to ward off mental-diseased people with a hyper-associative disorder like you (if I'm being generous) seem to have.
Social affirmation gives propaganda extra heft, kind of like giving it more 'reality' mass than stuff without it because we are social animals and pay attention to...what we think people are paying attention to.
Now if this kid wants to tell some other kid about what he read about Gaeton Fonzi, there is likely to be a moment of smirking about the fictional character and perhaps that this poor Gaeton Fonzi dude shares a name with Mr. Ayyy. You can see on this board how people cannot resist making obvious jokes and puns on whatever is discussed. Viral marketing exploits this tendency to chew on thrown bones. Everyone wants to give it a bite and social affirmation accumulates.
This shared mirth over just the idea of someone actually being named Fonzi now dilutes the focus on what the heck Gaeton Fonzi is doing and the kids can't resist seeing him in the Senate in a leather jacket with a laugh track. "Oh, and Shirley is hot. I wouldn't kick her out of bed but Laverne..." etc.
You know what this is, if you're just an innocent schizo? This is you. Just you. This is
your story, about growing up as a humorless latent schizophrenic getting shat on by kids you probably had no social business bringing up conspiracy-related shit to, expecting to be taken seriously when in fact you were just a big fucking joke to your peers. It wasn't a conspiracy, no matter how much your fucked head then tried or now tries to recontextualize it as one. You were just an intelligent but socially retarded lonely misfit, and they were probably just normal. Because only such a humorless fucked-in-the-head person would assume that the mere act of teenagers playfully mocking someone's name would preclude a serious appreciation of the person's life and work. What would preclude such a thing is, say, being a jock who doesn't give a shit about politics, or being a rock-and-roll fan who cares about liberal politics only in a surface way. Anyone who would actually give a shit about Gaeton Fonzi isn't going to be truly distracted by his name, even if they riff on it first to come up with a funny mental image. Joking is normal and healthy and just as likely to be the sign of intelligence and sympathy, you fucking pathetic (if I'm generous) psycho. IF the kids you tried to talk to about Gaeton Fonzi (or whoever you talked about) were ever predisposed to listen to you in the first place, then their joking was -- if anything more than just simple fucking joking -- probably just a natural little mechanism to unload a little bit of the stress of uncomfortable truths,
so as not to have one's focus diluted in a flood of negative feelings, before then continuing to explore the matter seriously, or as seriously as kids and teenagers can take something that profound and complicated. But this all escaped you, because (if you're not a hoax artist or spook) you're a mentally ill human being to whom mirth and good-natured smirking are foreign, threatening concepts.
All of this defeats memory of the real Gaeton Fonzi, adds positive associations which temper any reaction to what he represents, and the same effects are multiplied during social transmission which dilutes focus even more.
In summary: A sane and/or honest person could not possibly believe that shit, because anyone who would learn enough about Gaeton Fonzi to comprehend that there's anything negative to associate with him would NOT BE FUCKING AFFECTED AT ALL BY "AYYYY" ASSOCIATIONS, and would possibly take Gaeton Fonzi EVEN MORE SERIOUSLY even if they WERE affected, because
the character Fonzi was a morally upstanding cool-as-fuck hero. And again, you're so fucking nuts
you can't decide if the figures being meme-jacked by the CIA should be meme-jacked by displacing appropriate positive feelings with inappropriate negative ones, or by displacing appropriate negative feelings with inappropriate positive ones. The problem is, you'll never be able to decide, because you're a fucking lunatic who needs help, and coming to a decision like that would possibly break your fractured mind, so you keep it nice and safe and circular. "Gaeton Fonzi was a hero who should elicit positive feelings of admiration, and the CIA jacked him with a character named Fonzie who is such a low life piece of trash that...oh wait, ummmm, here, how about...Gaeton Fonzi was a hero who should elicit
negative feelings of truth recognition, and the CIA jacked him with a character named Fonzie who is so cool that" blah blah blah blah fucking blah.
So turning reality into fiction is to mnemonically turn reality into a vibrating greased pig in a stampede of competing stimuli where the fiction has all been turned into velcro with super glue and fish hooks.
Sounds more like your fucking head, actually.
Again, here are the three things you can possibly be:
1. You're an intelligent person who's tragically crippled by schizophrenia, or maybe some devastating combo of autism and schizophrenia, and you should seek help in the form of medication and therapy.
2. You're a loathesome obnoxious performance artist toying with the hive mind of a conspiracy forum, and therefore someone I would gladly beat senseless should we ever meet on the street.
3. You're a spook, oh-so-ironically inoculating us against inoculation theory, interfering with our potential comprehension of interference theory, meme-hijacking the concept of meme-hijacking, and therefore someone this whole forum would probably gladly hunt down and throw off a fucking cliff.
Get professional help,
or eat shit,
or kill yourself. Whichever applies. Don't expect a response from me again, unless you happen to be the tragic schizophrenic and you get help and come back repentent and sane.