There's a mirage in the zombie desert...

You have to realize that although we have done everything we have done, although we have built and written everything we have, we're still the same barbarous naked monkeys of hundreds of thousands of years ago, following the symbols of power obediently. But how can we think of ourselves as the epitome of rationality, of progress, of enlightenment? Because there's a mirage in the zombie desert...

We try to convince ourselves of the existence of the mirage, however absurd and unreal it may prove to be. However violent the result of our beliefs in this obscene historic lie. We build castles in the desert to admire it, knowing its essence to be spectral, which in the end just makes us accomplices to one of the greatest crimes in human history.

But how can we continue to believe, having soiled our hands with blood and felt the scent of corpses accumulated in endless ditches? Simply because the narratives that give us breath to row in this desert sea, are themselves fairy tales, written in distant ages, made ever more distant not only by the passage of time, but by the deepening of our belief in the usefulness of these grotesque fantasies, in the need for these megalomaniacal mirages.

The mirage I tell you is the centralized democratic state. The democratic system of government. The narrative that sustains it is the established representative politics, and all its affiliated institutions, that arose from the ideals of the enlightenment. Several thinkers have already spoke of this farce, including the "masters" of thought, theses and more theses, countless books. But it doesn't matter, because you and I still believe in the fantasy ...

We not only believe and defend it, but when we want to break it is to preserve it, or to perfect it. Or even if it is to build it in fact. The said public and democratic virtue has always been the background of our philosophical fetishes, and the argument that justifies our political crimes. Almost everyone on the political spectrum believe in the existence and necessity of this myth, including the extremists, the neutrals, the abstainers, hippies and hermits, you and me.

And those that don't believe in it have gone even crazier. The extreme left never followed the logical conclusion of its theories about politics and the state, and not only contributed to the killing but amplified it. And the extreme right, which nowadays emerges as the the counter-argument to the status quo, has always been the core of the status quo par excellence (its the king's party and voice after all). Politics has become the ultimate pendulum of the ignorants, mass murderers and hypocrites.

My dear reader, the democratic state are the billions we pay mandatorily for armaments industries every year. It's that last-generation tank in the middle of the favela. It is Colin Powell at the UN "showing" Iraqi chemical weapons to the world. Contemporary democracy, my fellow humans, are the inanimate bodies of Brazilians, Palestinians, Syrians, Libyans, Iraqis, Yemenis, Americans, the War on Terror, the War on Drugs, the generalized war on otherness, the-bright-new-conflict-glooming-in-the-horizon. The democracy that you defend so much, represents those rights that you have which are constantly revoked, which you have never actually possessed, despite following all the rituals of legitimacy of an order that incriminates you whenever it wishes. The democratic state is a memo you have never seen, a meeting you have never really participated in, but you will spend your entire life acting as if it were your sacrosanct political routine, denying the sea of ​​blood that it has produced. Democracy has become the omnipotent simulation that hides our imprisonment. It is the somber "great achievement", the cornerstone of western civilization, now globalized 24/7.

The western society which has become nothing more than an apocalyptic ruin. The worldwide production structure that it has set in motion is a crime of cosmic scale! A threat to all life that exists not only here but potentially in trillions of other systems throughout the vast multi-galactic fabric. And the main concept that holds us still in an era of empty mirrors and generalized inquisition to our earthly life is our passivity before the centralized Power, which expresses itself more specifically in a blind and overwhelming faith in the necessity of the permanence of the rituals of democratic political legitimacy, in the established juridical procedures, in the grace of the law and in the civic and constitutional rituals that have been forced on us. The collectivization of stupidity.

But how can we live in the midst of a ruin, and believe in the existence of this castle of false ideas? Because it's all so fake that it's literally virtual reality, V.R.! Coup? Military intervention? Reds, Communists, Nazis and Fascists? Russia and the poisoned spy? Cold War? Are we still living in the twentieth century? No. It's just that we came out of it a million years ago. But we are now living the eternal simulation of the end of history. We now witness our social and political reality through an oculus rift, learning day-by-day how to better appreciate our captivity, taking sides in the virtual cultural war that comes about.

If you have come this far in the text, you have a doubt, deep down in your little heart you have a distrust of the moral and philosophical justifications of these ideas, as I do. So listen with open heart: Western society and the symbolic structure of the democratic state decreed its demise (and therefore its symbolic bankruptcy) on September 11th, 2001. Its visceral falsehood was unveiled. Live fake news on planetary scale. With unthinkable legal-political-social consequences. Have you ever heard of the highly technological explosive residue of military origin, that was found by university academics in the dust of the world trade center? Of course not. At most you've seen unscientific oficial statements or believers before confronting the evidence properly. Almost nobody has listened about it, because in the end, nobody cares. What matters is the fantasy. What matters is this damn twentieth first century party go on, ad eternum. What matters in the end is the status quo. And the centralized juridical-political structure of the democratic state has become, together with the control over the flows of image and attention, the main tool to maintain the backwardness, the continuity of violence, the spoliation of human and nonhuman life. The ongoing (inter) planetary war.

There are proofs to illustrate these theories, but what do they serve as evidence in the post-truth era? What do they serve as evidence in the age of simulation, in the era of manipulation of meaning through the uninterrupted reversal of opposing poles. War is peace, peace is war!: they shout today at the corners of the world. Just watch the news on your favorite portal, mainstream or not. A thousand words flood your head, whose senses have been pre-defined for you, and much more importantly, with your participation. Death is sold as life and nobody says nothing at all! The result is that there is no more content in the conceptual vessels we inherit from a barbaric tradition. There is nothing more to be done with the traditional values ​​of the history of thought. Nor with the subversives. Not even with those of the critical dialectical #resistance (haha). There is no sense in these old clothes. At most they will be dung. Fertilizer to other things.

The brutal reality that surrounds us is revealed naked, for those who have the decency to see it for what it is: not a participatory fantasy, a desert of domination, of extermination, of willing subjugation. The mirage is denounced to anyone who has the rational and spiritual decency to see it.

It's time for us to be cynical. The time has come for us to be critical, cruelly critical. It's time for us to be creative! It is time for us to live fully! To give meaning and spirit to our own individual desires. The time has come for us to definitely desecrate all these ancient conceptual palaces! To forget these political and philosophical ghosts of old. Let's praise the dissent! It's time for us to be dissidents, not believers. To fulfill the impossible that has not yet been thought out, to think in the gaps of common sense, in another consciousness and in other ideals than these. What is here, when much, is manure for the future. What is here cannot last because it is the opposite of life, a perpetual and pervasive philosophy of death! The time has come for all of us to be thinkers, shamans and artists. The time has come for us to be more than human, it's time to be more that this ...

PS: I think that the Blockchain, cryptocurrency and Steemit are a move in another direction, away from the zombie apocalypse. A flux of dissent and shared-thought that has lingered on the internet, despite the surveillance, the mass fabrication of consent and attempts to centralize its structure. Maybe it represents the coming insurrection of the dissidents and creatives. The beginning of global political and economic decentralization.