“Trust me I know what’s good for you.”

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

In my town, we call our mayor “uncle” because his approach to politics is that of a well-meaning relative who wants to look after us.

We are not private citizens in this little family affair but children and he needs to make sure are safe.

So, in this regard we have a new kind of Big Brother, a benevolent big brother who does not thrive on turning up hate the way the 1984 version did but inspires us to love.

The problem is that the new Big Brother is just as dangerous as the old big brother and maybe worse.

We are lured into giving up our rights in the belief that if we do so we will be safe.

We accept any intrusion as good intrusion because it is for our own good.

We are lulled to sleep like little children who do not know any better and must have a parent who tells us bedtime stories  and protect us from the monsters that are under the bed or in the closet such as covid-19.

This new version of Big Brother which now seems to exist in almost every town and state house always knows more about what's good for us then we do, and so imposes on us an ideology that keep us needy.

This is a model after Obama's course who seemed so benevolent and kind on the surface, but underneath was as ruthless as any old school politician and maybe more so.

This is more of a Soviet-like dictator that the Nazi kind, the iron fist inside the velvet glove.

Obama once attacked a woman vice presidential candidate calling her lipstick on a pig. This was not only misogynic, but it was more a reflection of who he was rather than his target.

This is almost true of all of our new leadership that has become the new Obamas in miniature or the new kind of Big Brother hiding behind the curtain of kindness well they manipulate the mechanisms of power.

They of course treat us like children because that's how they want us to be, blindly following them the way children did the Pied Piper, doing what we are told, selling this ideology that we can save the planet from some unbearable catastrophe.

In some cases, we ride scooters and bicycles just like the Tiny Tots did in the 1950s or to bring cloth bags to save sea turtles and thus lower the carbon footprint.

Currently we are told we can save the world by sitting in a jail of our own homes and obeying whatever dictates big brother gives us.

We are Big Brother's children blindly obedient to rules that in the past has only led to human misery and outrageous violations of civil liberties and perhaps even worse.

We are like the bodies in The Matrix hooked into a machine powering up some unimaginable horror while we are deluded into thinking we are living Our Lives free.

The problem is: this big brother needs to keep creating pandemics so that you continue to need him.

And like all good Big Brothers what we're likely to hear is: “Trust me, I know what is best for you.”