And then, in the wake of a mere accusation, after the proverbial beans have been unceremoniously spilled all over the floor of your now suddenly wretched life that had, for all intents and purposes, only just begun, this ominous adult-type figure that some avenging little tattletale has incited, may then, in a fit of blind, self-righteous rage, proceed to pound your allegedly "guilty" young buttocks into what one can only imagine would be the little kid version of total and complete oblivion!
And wouldn't ya know it, all of the above is suspiciously similar to the process routinely resorted to by many infamous agents of the Fake News Media Complex, who seem to think, for some odd reason, that the very best way to begin meting out so-called justice is by the copious airing of dirty laundry. Or worse yet, they seem to think that numerous injustices the world over can only be achieved by twisting the words and deeds of highly targeted public figures whom they single out for especially vociferous scorn. And all in pursuit of that most precious and sacred of mass media holy grails; what unscrupulous charlatans who have the unmitigated gall to call themselves "journalists" often refer to as "the big scoop."
Let's face it, the scenario outlined above is ultimately the way the Fake News Industrial Complex has long sought to punish absolutely anyone who may simply not be on board with their latest single-minded, self-serving agenda. In other words, anyone who even so much as appears to deviate from the grand vision of Marxist Utopian social harmony must be humbled, or even outright eliminated. And as in all socialist revolutionary movements, the Media expects the easily incited masses to do the inevitable beating (mental, verbal, or even physical) of any and all supposedly misbehaving truants targeted for arbitrary punishment.
As in the case of all highly juvenile tattletales, they just prefer to be the ones who point the finger in the general direction of where they've decided the latest angry mob should be headed. Worst of all, as far as they're concerned, that's their job. Because there's just nothing a fake journalist loves more than getting away with being a shameless, trouble-making little tattle-tale. Oh, they may not realize that that is in fact what they do for a living, but lacking introspection, or even a good old fashioned conscience, can be a mighty convenient trait to have for folks in some professions, you know.
Yet, barring a full blown mob of torch wielding angry villagers straight out of an old Frankenstein movie (or even worse yet, straight outta Antifa and Black Lives Matter), at the very least, many miscreants (though nonetheless wrongfully accused), may actually get off relatively lightly, and just receive a stern "talking to" from some highfalutin authority figure or other - even if said individual, or perhaps a myriad of like-minded "concerned citizens," actually end up being little more than a bunch of enraged, easily manipulated SJWs, each childishly pounding on a keyboard from the relative comfort of their very own isolated, ivory towered domicile.
If bad old fashioned cyber-bullying doesn't do the trick then some unlucky bad boy or girl might even end up getting a suspension of some kind of formerly totally acceptable household or classroom "privilege." And who knows, if someone has in fact been a genuine little monster, they might even deserve it. Heck! Said individual may even be sent to their room, told to close the door, "and stay in there for the rest of the day, until I tell you to come out, little mister (or miss)!"
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| That's right, kids, they're as stark raving mad as drugged up hatters, and they're comin' for YOU. |
Or you might just get off relatively easy, and only end up having to go to bed without any supper. Yikes! Talk about a veritable childhood apocalypse of Biblical proportions, Moses! It's the end of the world as we all know it! "OMG!" indeed. At least that's certainly how the Fake News Industrial Complex wants us all to process just about everything these days anyway. I mean, talk about a modern day version of the dreaded Court of Inquisition. Sheesh!
But why on earth does this ancient, though thoroughly juvenile tactic still work so incredibly well on just about everyone, even after all these centuries of human civilization? Why, because most of us never truly grow up anyway, silly! Duh.
And guess what else, folks; the age old, tried but seldom all that true expression, "I'm gonna tell on you!" is still often the scariest phrase imaginable (in any language, culture, etc.) to pretty much every single human being on this entire planet. And not just in the case of presumably mischievous children either. Nope. Uh-uh. No way, José. Even and most especially not in these wretched days of political and social upheaval, these faux "social justice" fueled, incendiary "times that try men's souls," and perhaps even more than during the very worst days of the American Revolutionary War.
In fact, if you really think about it, it's just that nowadays (and probably, very likely for all of human history up to this very moment in time) that what we really have here is what I like to call "Social Blackmail," which is, and always has been (in one form or another), simply something that far too many so-called "adults" of all ages just tend to shamefully resort to in order to gratuitously lay the often disastrously ruinous burden of guilt and shame on all their social and political opponents.
Yes, sadly, this predatory social trend that is almost always meant to punish and thereby silence anyone deemed to be foolish enough to go against the grain, has in the past few years alone heated up to an alarmingly inflammatory fever pitch. Worst of all, these openly aggressive, needlessly destructive human social and political tactics are simply par for the course when particularly unscrupulous individuals brazenly resort to the age old witch hunt mentality in a wholly unscrupulous attempt to get anyone who doesn't happen to agree with them to shut the heck up and simply fall in line already.
In particular, people in the US (and other rapidly becoming ever more ethnically diverse countries such as Canada, the UK, Spain, Germany, etc. - aka, mainly Western Europe and North America - but not necessarily outside the sphere of heavily liberalized Western Civilization in most cases) tend to be scared out of their very wits at the mere thought that they might actually be accused of supposedly being "a racist," "a homophobe," "a Republican," etc., etc., etc. Or even, God forbid, "a Trump supporter!" And as I noted above, this isn't even a new or in any way, shape, or form "modern" human social development at all. Heck no! Come on, Peppermint Patty! Wake up and pay attention in class already, will ya? I mean, who among us hasn't ever even so much as bothered to read up about the infamous Salem Witch Trials?
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| Charles M. Schulz is definitely one of my biggest heroes - and then some. At least Marcie was a genuine friend to Peppermint Patty, and offered a very good excuse to the teacher on this particular occasion! |
Actually, even though all us (primarily "white," male) Americans tend to be blamed for almost absolutely everything under the sun these days, throughout the 16th and 17th centuries in particular, witch trials were also quite prevalent in a number of other countries, too. Again, particularly in England, Scotland, and other parts of Western Europe (seeing the dystopian socialist pattern of alleged "systemic racism" yet?) where the persecution of so-called "witches" and "warlocks" was all the rage for a good long while, and with even famous personages such as King James I (and VI) not only eagerly getting in on the act, but also pretty much becoming the virtual figurehead of a widescale social and political movement to hunt down and exterminate anyone suspected to have clandestinely made a pact with the devil himself.
Sometimes this attempted eradication of the merely accused, so-called evildoer was achieved by the most famous method, that of burning the victim alive, but there were of course all sorts of other ways to forcibly make a supposed dabbler in "the black arts" confess all the juicy, dirty little details of their presumed wicked, wicked ways. Yet, before we continue with our examination of the long established and rather nasty need for humans pretty much everywhere on poor old Mother Earth to try ever so desperately to control and manipulate one another (usually "by any means necessary,") let's take just a moment to dive into the deeper end of the colorful life of one of my favorite historical monarchs, James I and VI.
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Just look at the long, droopy Scottish schnoz on this old gent's narrow, lean Celto-British mug! Every single
time I see a vintage portrait of James I and VI, it reminds me of my Grandpap Campbell (on me dear,
sweet mum's Scottish, Irish, and Welsh side of the family). Sigh. |
Just for starters, it is of particular note that this is the King James that is perhaps most famous for the early 17th century translation of the holy Christian Bible that he got so very involved with in the first place when he attended the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland at St Columba's Church in Burntisland, Fife in May 1601. It was at this historic meeting that proposals were put forward for a new translation of the Bible into English.
Then, even more fortuitously, a scant two years later, James VI of Scotland got even luckier still by actually being invited to ascend the throne of England as James I. And all because Henry VIII's daughter, Elizabeth I, never managed to so much as get hitched, let alone produce a much needed heir for the English throne. Or... something like that. Bottom line: History is often real, real complicated, kids! And there is always somebody out there who is more than willing to argue with you about all the dirty little details and finer points of the past or present. So do be sure to keep that in mind, eh? 'Cause, come on. That's all just part of the grand old, ever-childish "gotcha" game, silly. I mean, duh....
But besides all that, what do we really know about this curious fellow, James? Better yet, what in God's name does he have to do with childish behaviors and the nasty, dirty, stinking Fake News Industrial Complex? Well, let's see. From what I've read about him previously, he seems to have suffered just a wee bit under the tutelage of at least one regent serving on his behalf until he came of age. And sadly, back then even royals weren't immune to such treatment, and especially not during a time when much of Europe was already undergoing the seismic convulsions of the numerous schisms and outright rejections of the Roman Catholic Church order, which had, up to that point in time, enjoyed a nearly millennium and a half long almost total monopoly on the overall structure and precepts of pretty much the entire Christian faith in Western Europe.
But hey! Change is good, they say. I mean, right? Sure. Why not. Let's let that Luther guy have his say now. Sure. Yeah. I mean, why not?
But then, even after many a European nation (or even just a substantially sized Christian group within a given country), all sorts of Protestant disagreements about various points of church doctrine and the like often eventually ended up with the outbreak of often vociferous disagreements and even full blown theological battles that in turn sometimes even ended up causing the various belligerents in question to resort to the wholescale waging of all out war - in many cases, more or less to decide which church rites, hymnal books, and all that jazz, were to be accepted for common use in this or that brand new splinter Protestant Christian sect.
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| Martin's highfalutin Reformation is pretty much when snotty, holier-than-thou Protestant kids in Europe started to lip off to all us poor Catholics kids, claiming that they're the true Christians, and we're all just... well, lowly, misbehaving slackers - and not, in fact, "Catholic Christians." Seems one can't even be called a Christian anymore if they don't agree with some bossy old German guy who actually used to be a Catholic priest himself (and married a nun, no less)! |
Yet getting back to good old James I (and VI) of everlasting KJV fame, not only was the poor lad raised to adhere to decidedly strict Protestant dogma (despite the fact that his mother was Roman Catholic), the details of his life have in recent years been restyled to suggest that he was actually something of a pioneering "gay icon." Yes, you read that right. The guy who's Christian Bible you've most likely read or seen quoted the most of all is now believed within some circles to have been as queer as a three-dollar bill! Or at the very least, dear old James may have been (and I here formally re-emphasize, might have been) bisexual. Some even contend quite vociferously that he was by no means a homosexual.
But for goodness sake, whatever you do, don't ask me for my opinion on the matter! Just for starters, I most certainly wasn't there when James was supposedly dallying behind closed doors with a series of supposed paramours who were not only decidedly male and usually a good deal younger than the King himself, but were also widely recognized as being rather physically attractive. Regardless of how one might wish to argue the matter, one thing is for certain: King James fathered at least three children (that we know of anyway, as was often the way of those rascally, randy, roguish royals, don't ya know) with his dearly beloved, Queen Anne, so he certainly doesn't seem to have had any trouble whatsoever when it came to dallying with the fairer sex. At least as far as we now know after all these centuries anyway.
At any rate, whatever the case may in fact be, historical sources suggest that after heading down south to "dear old blighty" (but surely also long before that, when he was younger and presumably had even more sexual energy in quiet abundance while busy ruling over bonny Scotland) James I actually became somewhat well known for his fondness for certain court favorites who always, curiously enough, seemed to be male and, well, rather fetching.
But let's not stray too far from the infamous, multi-centuries long witch hunts, shall we? Or from the overarching concept of Social Blackmail for that matter. Because in fact, if we really want to get technical about it, what is now the United States was, at the time of the Salem Witch Trials still very much part of the British Empire - as everyone with a brain glued firmly enough in their skull already fully well knows.
In other words, those naughty little tattle-tale witch hunters and so-called full grown "adults" back in early colonial days were in fact at the time still very much British and/or Irish men, women, and children (with a few Dutch, Danish, Africans, etc. thrown in for good measure), who were not only suddenly all consumed and waxing absolutely "nutter" over supposed outbreaks of witchcraft in North America, but in the grand scheme of things, they were really just following a massive social trend which had already been imported, lock, stock, and smoking witch's cauldron, by those trusty, holier-than-thou (or at least holier-than-most) Puritans, and other fundamentalist religious groups from way back east, across ye olde pond. And that's not necessarily to let all us pesky "Yanks" entirely off the hook, mind you, but to simply be honest and accurate about it.
Yet nowadays, long since the Puritans held sway over much of early colonial North America, the Social Backmail Game continues to be not just about who may or may not be wicked enough to be real life witches (the very concept of which has now been transformed entirely, and curiously enough, turned completely on its head, having become a full blown religious movement in the form of the Wiccans, and other like minded neo-pagans), or rather, who may in fact simply be just too darn big for their very own over-sized Pilgrim hats, shiny brass buckles, and knee-length fancy britches. No, these days, holier-than-thou liberals are actually the ones always seeking to call all the shots about who supposedly is and isn't on the right or wrong side of history.
Sure, to a lesser extent conservatives tend to also get in on the act, but I think that's because we are always being forced to be on the defensive, constantly fighting off the never-ending attacks of self-righteous leftists who seem to feel that only they have the divine right to pass judgement over who is or isn't "progressive" or "open-minded" enough. So I think there's an incredibly strong argument to be made for the idea that it's the hyper-secular, vain, selfish, and increasingly spoiled and entitlement seeking liberals that are the ones who are in fact leading the "I'm gonna tell on you!" pack of slanderous lies, innuendo, and guilt-shame tactics galore - all opportunistically designed to win "by any means necessary."
So yes, if you're really objective and truly "open minded" (the way liberals always claim to be), it's more than obvious that it's definitely those on the increasingly unbalanced leftist lunatic fringe who've now taken a frighteningly hyper-aggressive stance, and seem to have truly mastered the timeless art of Social Blackmail and the Shame Game - which is of course just the the age old art of selfishly seeking to manipulate and control the masses to get absolutely anything you want out of society as a collective whole.
In other words, if you just happen to be an almighty, god-like liberal and you want to believe, for only one example, that a human baby is nothing more than just a "collection of cells," an entirely optional part of a woman's body (like hair, fingernails, and the latest Gucci handbag, or similarly easily discardable fashion accessory) which the mother can do whatever the hell she wants with, to the point that "it" can even be killed and tossed into the trash bin on demand, even after a live birth... well, then that's what you simply need to force everyone else to agree to accept as the truth.
And absolutely no dissent whatsoever will be tolerated, do you hear? None at all. So whatever you do, Pilgrim, don't get any bright ideas, you hear! The libs are running this here one-party American town now, and if they say we need to stop flying in planes (well, except Leonardo Dicaprio, John Kerry, and their fancy-ass, entitled Hollyweird ilk) and put a bird slaying windmill in everybody's front and back yard, well then doggone it, that's what we're just gonna have to let 'em do, dang it.
So I guess all that is truly left now (just to hopefully wrap up this little rumination on the timeless foibles of Mankind, which even includes all women, who must be believed, no matter what whom they may indeed seek to bear false witness against), well... all that's really left to say is perhaps, "Welcome to the kidult mangled human landscape, people of Earth!" And worst of all, it's a fiery hell of our very own making. Which is really what Social Blackmail and the Shame Game are still, even after all these thousands upon thousands of centuries of pathetic human social and political history are really all about, you know.
So in the final analysis, it's just plain us, all (or far too many of us, anyway) who just can't seem to simply grow the heck up and finally play nice for a change, for goodness sake! So you see, the Shame Game may be hopelessly archaic and ultimately fruitless and incredibly self destructive, but yet... it seems to never really go completely out of style. Not for some of us anyway. But come on, are we really having all that much fun the way we're going? I wonder.
So you see, some people just plain never grow up enough to simply "Knock it off!" or "Cut it out!" Sadly, many folks simply just don't make it very far out of mental adolescence. And there you have it. And that's just the way it really is, all you snot-nosed kids of all ages. So by all means, "Go tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere." "Tell what?" you may ask, all you haughty, new age "atheists" and "liberated" wokesters, who may indeed be perhaps just a bit too big for your fancy, secular twenty-first century, science and progress-worshipping britches. Tell what? Well, tell everyone what all us truly honest individuals have already known for countless centuries of pathetic human social history; that most people simply never really grow the hell up.
So I guess one really could do what that old spiritual so strongly advocates, and just tell everyone that "Jesus Christ is born." Or... you could just go right on playing perhaps the very oldest of most wicked little games. You could just run and tell mom, dad, teacher, some newfangled secular humanist preacher (or just join forces with the shamelessly Fake News Media Industrial Complex, etc.), and keep right on running around screaming, "I'm gonna to tell on you!" at the top of your foolish little lungs. After all, it's your choice, of course. At least, it sure did used to be anyway, before the "woke" mafia started what pretty much amounts to the 21st century version of the Grand Inquisition all over again.
