DEFEATING THE DO-GOODERS
It’s nice to win.
When my first psionics book came out in the late 1980s it sent the holier-than-shit New Agers up the wall. The orthodox Wiccans were so upset that they almost immolated themselves in the ritual bonfire. It was all very entertaining, to say the least. I was their worst nightmare. Someone who could use their tech without following their rules.
I just love upsetting people.
Anyway, if we look at the world of magick and psionics now, it’s pretty clear whose ideas have carried the day. For every whining healer out there, there are dozens of people using this stuff to break up marriages, get rid of annoying neighbors, kill in-laws and do all sorts of other fun stuff that the nice people don’t approve of. And they aren’t justifying what they do or apologizing for it. They’re just fucking doing it!
And it is driving the nice people to distraction. Oh, they are still harping on their silly karma crap and the imbecilitic “Law of Three,” but no one is taking their garbage seriously any more. You see, we’ve won the culture war.
Back in the glorious days of Ronald Reagan, when the sun shone brighter every day and people threw popcorn at television images of despised farmers whose wives were uglier than their pigs finally being chased off their land so it could be put to better use, video arcade games were all the rage and the do-gooders and the nice people were all a-flutter over them. Even the Surgeon General, Ev Koop, before he became the voice of reason about AIDS, said bad things about them. Ronald publicly remonstrated with him, saying, “Just think of the fighter pilots we’re training.”
And he was right. Out of those games came a generation of super-warriors able to defeat any army in the world. And something else.
You see playing first person shooters trains killers. It not only gets the player psychologically ready to pull a trigger in real life, it makes it easy for them to use psionics as a weapon. Those folks simply do not have the mental censor against psychic murder. A person dead from psionics is just another blasted pixel on a screen.
And it gets better. The concentration involved in playing those games becomes a form of meditation, a meditation on the joy of ultra-violence. Every time someone plays a first-person shooter, he is putting that energy out into the ether, and it is a concentrated, coherent energy.
Combine that with psionics and the culture of revenge, and you can guess what you get.
And with new devices being created for psionic weapons all the time, the do-gooders and the nice people will have a whole lot more to be unhappy about.
They ain’t seen nothing yet!
It’s nice to win.
When my first psionics book came out in the late 1980s it sent the holier-than-shit New Agers up the wall. The orthodox Wiccans were so upset that they almost immolated themselves in the ritual bonfire. It was all very entertaining, to say the least. I was their worst nightmare. Someone who could use their tech without following their rules.
I just love upsetting people.
Anyway, if we look at the world of magick and psionics now, it’s pretty clear whose ideas have carried the day. For every whining healer out there, there are dozens of people using this stuff to break up marriages, get rid of annoying neighbors, kill in-laws and do all sorts of other fun stuff that the nice people don’t approve of. And they aren’t justifying what they do or apologizing for it. They’re just fucking doing it!
And it is driving the nice people to distraction. Oh, they are still harping on their silly karma crap and the imbecilitic “Law of Three,” but no one is taking their garbage seriously any more. You see, we’ve won the culture war.
Back in the glorious days of Ronald Reagan, when the sun shone brighter every day and people threw popcorn at television images of despised farmers whose wives were uglier than their pigs finally being chased off their land so it could be put to better use, video arcade games were all the rage and the do-gooders and the nice people were all a-flutter over them. Even the Surgeon General, Ev Koop, before he became the voice of reason about AIDS, said bad things about them. Ronald publicly remonstrated with him, saying, “Just think of the fighter pilots we’re training.”
And he was right. Out of those games came a generation of super-warriors able to defeat any army in the world. And something else.
You see playing first person shooters trains killers. It not only gets the player psychologically ready to pull a trigger in real life, it makes it easy for them to use psionics as a weapon. Those folks simply do not have the mental censor against psychic murder. A person dead from psionics is just another blasted pixel on a screen.
And it gets better. The concentration involved in playing those games becomes a form of meditation, a meditation on the joy of ultra-violence. Every time someone plays a first-person shooter, he is putting that energy out into the ether, and it is a concentrated, coherent energy.
Combine that with psionics and the culture of revenge, and you can guess what you get.
And with new devices being created for psionic weapons all the time, the do-gooders and the nice people will have a whole lot more to be unhappy about.
They ain’t seen nothing yet!