The man paused again and blushed, then continued softly as if he was ashamed of something.

      "I had been invited about a year ago," he said, "to a meeting of the most important psychological warfare institute in Europe." He said he didn't know why he had been invited. He suggested that they might have wanted to see his reactions, or they might have intended to demoralize him, as they gloated to each other about their successes.

      The man reminded the audience that some years back in time a black man had been shot in New York City, by four police officers, who had requested the black man to produce his identification. As the black man reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, one of the officers mistook the wallet for a gun.

     "We all know what happened after that," he said. "The black man died in a shower of bullets. He was shot 41 times before he fell to the ground. He was shot by four police officers who all said that they acted in self-defense."

      Our speaker paused and then continued. "The people at the psychological warfare institute had hailed this particular incidence as a success, because, after years of training society at violence centered video games, the officers had finally illustrated that their efforts had been successful. The officers acted with the same quick reaction that the games had demanded, that leaves a person no time for moral judgements. Everything becomes a reflex reaction in a setting in which human life has no value. They congratulated themselves, because that was precisely the environment they had tried to create. This is how the games had been structured to unfold. Their goal had been to turn human beings into killing machines. Consequently, the institute had hailed this horrendous human tragedy as a tremendous step of progress. Naturally, all of this was produced and promoted through commercial ventures that 'empire' cultivate as a cheap means towards their end."

      Our speaker paused again, evidently to assess the reaction in people's faces.

      "This automated and concentrated 'canned' violence," he continued, "differs like night and day from the sparse scenes of violence one finds in classical drama where the purpose of the violence is to illustrate moral principles in order to prevent tragedies in the real world. In contrast to the elevating effect of a classical drama, the goal of psychological warfare is to create tragedies in the real world, instead of to prevent them. The goal is to destroy the moral conscience of society that would invariably stand in the way of warfare atrocities and the demoralization of society across the board, and to prevent them."

      He paused again. It was evidently hard for him to say these things.

      "Let me assure you my friends," he said, "the people and institutions who profit from this development of artificial violence would shout, foul, to the girl watching speech that we just heard, and they will shout when they hear it. They will rage with indignation, because that speech is reversing their course."



      There was a great power in the man's words. He spoke slowly and clearly. Also he spoke with a great compassion when he pointed out that this inner destruction of society had been designed to make it ripe for depopulation and the imposition of poverty, which together are necessary conditions for a feudal oligarchy to be able to maintain its power.

      "You have all heard those slogans, haven't you?" he said. He leaned forward towards the audience and paused. "You have heard it being said that morality is bad for business, that it is bad in politics, that it is bad in the military, and that it is even looked upon as a hindrance in sports. But have you ever heard it being said that humanity is rich because of its morality and its humanity? Has anyone said lately that our precious moral conscience, even the little that we have still left, enables us all to appreciate one-another, to enrich one-another, and to protect one-another, and to love one-another without bounds? Most likely no one here has heard this being said, not lately, not for many years, maybe never. Maybe these things are still beings said in secret, or maybe they are merely secretly contemplated and no one dares to utter them out loud. But this shouldn't be the case any longer, my friends. These things have been uttered today, loud and clear, and in the open. What happened here was a historic breakthrough. This day should be celebrated. It should cause us to create a new constitution, or at least uplift our old constitution by a whole bunch of levels all at once."

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