by coffin_dodger » Wed Feb 06, 2013 10:19 am
Ha, after monkiex posted the above, I might as well post the missive I wrote earlier today but saved to maybe post later...
I'm daydreaming of writing a crime fiction that deals with the subject of deep state. I've been stuck for a while at a crucial juncture.
Now, in my mind, I have a protagonist that is delving into areas that are very sensitive to the integrity of the State - it's 'defence', internal security and rooting out how the State really works. He's a minority player - a 1%er - but not a 1%er as portrayed by anti-banking and corporation protesters - rather, one of the 1% of the general population that has an interest in the manipulation of many by the few.
For years, he's been on the fringes. The conspiracy theorist who made claims so bold, so brazen, so outrageous - that they were considered too toxic to touch by the vast majority - why rock the boat when you have TV, a nice car and a (comparatively) excellent standard of living?
But then something changes.
A major crisis hits the lynchpin of modern total democracies - a banking scandal. It appears the bankers have had politicians in their back pockets for a long, long time. And they've ripped us off. All of us. As more and more incredible facts emerge about the depth of the corruption, the albeit few prosecutions against the guilty parties lessen still. Layoffs begin to become endemic amongst the population, except for the hierarchy, whose profits and personal wealth spirals upwards. The 99%ers, their standard of living starting to erode, are stuck between the two opposing parties of 1%ers, beginning to question what they're being told, as opposed to the evidence in front of their very eyes.
Who is the hero in this tale? Is there a hero? A man who wants to bring down our very way of life, opening up can after can of worms leading to massive changes in the way we all perceive the world - is that man a hero? Are our lives really so bad that we need this man to free us?
In my fictional world, these are the questions on the minds of the 99%ers.
But these are questions in a 'smoothly running society' that shouldn't even be there at all.
Something must be done!
The tiny, delusional minority, the self-centred 'troofers' - must be sent a message. It must be done with extreme prejudice - yet remain sufficiently clouded that only the truly committed will immediately interpret it for what it is. And it must give them a fucking great pause for thought about their nefarious truther activities.
Thank you reality, for you have provided me with an escape route from my writers block.
In my story, we will never know actually who did it - it's immaterial. But the truther will be blamed, his name besmirched by the brutal killing of his own children... and even his beloved pet dog. The masked men that committed this act will been have briefed - in and out, nice and quick, but make sure he gets to watch the kids - and the dog leaping to his masters defence is an unsurprising yet minor complication that will add to the overall confusion and mystique - it may even enforce the message for those that care to look. And of course...he was bound to have done it, after all, his medical records will show he was depressive with suicidal tendencies - not so much because he's unable to assimilate into the madness of The System - much more to do with him just being plain whacko.
{note: As a parent of two teenagers myself, this has to the ultimate nightmarish scenario. It's one of those places I very rarely go to, except when shit like this happens}
The novel will end with a cowed population, (turned against troofers that increasingly suicide themselves and their families), serving the whims of an uber-elite partying until climate collapse, same as it ever was, except with far, far more misery, confusion and fear.
On second thoughts, I can't be bothered to write this fiction - it's become too much of a genre recently.