scary sheeple

SCARY SHEEPLE
A good trick the military uses to increase the effectiveness of their troops is to reduce the enemy to an equation. They are rendered less than human in order to make it easier to kill. Back in the day, it was pretty simple to get your troops to kill other people. They were used to a much harsher world, and killing didn’t hold so much of a taboo. You were a farm boy that killed animals all the time or you were at least exposed to death as a matter of course. Without antibiotics folks were keeling over all the time ( Bring out your dead!, Bring out your dead! ). Today, we have to all get along, everything is puppy dogs and rainbows. Some twice removed cousin we never met dies and everyone is running around all grieve stricken, calling a $200 an hour psychiatrist to offer counseling for the inevitable post-traumatic stress disorder. I’m not trivializing the death of your cousin, twice removed, from overdosing on crack ( okay, I might be ), just pointing out that we’ve held deaths reality too far away.
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The survival movement has pretty much done the same thing, reducing the mindless hoards of sheeple to a less than human mob. By dehumanizing them it will be a lot easier to sit back on our stool by the firing slit, casually picking off their asses as we munch on a Slim Jim and congratulate ourselves on our food stockpile. Hey, I have absolutely no problem with that. I was pedeling my butt to work in the middle of winter, earning minimum wage, while they were waking up in central heat comfort, getting into their SUV and driving to their government job strip searching eighty year old women at the airport. I was able to set aside food for myself and the ball and chain. There is no way on Baby Jesus’ green earth I’m going to share any of that food with anyone else, especially those making five times my wages. If you are too stupid to protect yourself with incredibly cheap food/security insurance, you deserve to be removed from the gene pool.
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However, we might be blinding ourselves somewhat. By making these slack jawed college educated idiots into something less than ourselves, something undeserving, yes, it does make it easier to kill them and put their choice cuts of flesh into the stewpot ( for the love of Pete, don’t eat the organs, but especially not the brains of bone marrow, if you want to decrease your chances of disease ), but we are fooling ourselves into how motivated and cunning they will be in stealing our food. Most of you are parents. Think back to when your first born popped out. I know it was the happiest day of my life. And it wasn’t even that. It went beyond mere happiness and was almost spiritual. This from a cynical callus bastard. It is really about the only time in your life you really feel that way. I’ll admit, the next kid was far more routine. Of course, at the time I was also still going on continuous sleep deprivation from the first Little Bison. They weren’t that far apart ( don’t think for a moment that the combination of female lactation and the withdrawal method always work ). And conversely, the worse day I ever had was when the kids left with their mother moving away for the first time. I bring this up for a reason.
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Think about your own kid. Think about having no food for him/her. Think back about the day they were born, about how that made you feel. Now think about them starving. You would do anything to prevent that. I understand you all realize this. What I suggest is that you don’t continue to forget it, as applied to others. Unprepared people are just as human. I didn’t say that they shouldn’t be killed without hesitation ( can you tell I’m not into charity? ). But by forgetting they have the same feelings as you ( in order to make it easier to kill ), you might not prepare yourself sufficiently for their response. They aren’t slow shuffling zombies, but crafty shifty highly motivated hoards of vermin.
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