When it finally hits you, and it will, just how much you’ve been lied to by the media, clergy, politicians, world leaders, networks, historians, think tanks, analysts, globalist elites, neocons and cons, banksters, columnists, bloggers, Facebookers and Twitter twits, anchors and anchorettes, academics, experts, talk radio panjandrums, professors, charlatan hipsters, false profit prophets, experts, advertisers, publishers, authors, experts — name it (or to be precise, them) — when it finally hits you and you’re thunderstruck by the inconceivable enormity of the volume and size of the lies and distortions, you’ll drop to your knees. If you haven’t so far.
You’re awash in lies. Mired in mendacity, moored and tethered to a system that’s holding you hostage. Yes, Cochise, it’s really that bad.
It’s gotten so bad that I’ve come to respect those with the guts to go mad. To make that demonstrative statement of embracing insanity once and for all as a statement of your absolute revulsion as to the degree and thickness of the mendacity and prevarication hat’s been heaped on you and shoved down your throat. But you and I will stand shoulder t shoulder and forge ahead. The more they try occlude and obfuscate our view, the more we’re emboldened.
Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time ’til the night comes stepping in.
Bob Dylan, Jokerman (1983)