The Predators of Man
by Paul A. L. Hall.
WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE:
THE HUMAN BEING.
(YES, THAT MEANS YOU.)
(But in your case, it also means "Wanted, indebted or alive.")
What’s out there is not the question.
How indeed does one distinguish between the paranormal and paranoia? For the most part, let’s face it. People just don’t want to know. And so very few really do, and most of them who are in the know are taken with a grain of salt. But, in fact, if you’re going to take an honest look at the actual phenomenon of the fact that mankind itself has predators—then, in many if not most cases, you’re going to have to look farther than a normal perceivable environment in which mankind presently finds itself.
You then will also have to take into account the fact that some of your observations will only be paranoia, as the examination of one’s predators can often be extremely terrifying, especially considering that many of the real predators that are not fantasies of paranoia cannot be perceived by the senses and can only be observed by the effects of their actions or the “traces” or clues left behind.
Add to all that the simple reality that a lot that pertains to the unknown quantities of the predators of man is virtually beyond the human being’s grasp of understanding as well as the fact that almost all biological beings on the face of the Earth are controlled in one way or another so that no human can be assured protection from predators—add all that to the equation and you might not be surprised that the average person quite honestly just doesn’t want to know.
In fact, compared to the dilemma of man, the lemmings have got it made. It’s too psychologically excruciating, and so, the mind refuses to tackle it.
What then can be tackled? Well, what dilemma can and should be tackled by all is the prevention rather than the cure. In a sense, the predator is the bitter cure. But human beings are endowed with the wherewithal to prevent the diseases or circumstances in the first place which bring about the predators of man.
So here in this book, the intention is not to enter into an exercise of futility. Bemoaning realities which we humans aren’t even psychologically equipped to handle. Much more rather, it is perhaps the beginning of an effort to take reliable measures that will assure that the predators of man nevermore emerge in the first place.
The Only Truly Fair Election
Alright. Let me toss out a phrase for you. "Abuse of mercantile freedom". Sound familiar? No? Here's another one: "Inordinate success attracts predation".
Look in the lessons of recorded history and you will find the phenomenon of the secular trend of it's upheavals, often occurring as violent and massive carnage. You may think the next round won't get you; that you're out of the loop as it were. But think again. We are dealing with something so bizarre and unimaginable that only an abstract expressionist could envision it. Or perhaps the not so abstract expressionist, such as the artists of the orient that envisioned dragons, or the peoples of some wilderness whose collective sub-conscious depicted horrific creatures. They would know, as they are the only ones with time and silence to ponder the true dilemma of so successful a creature as man.
But let me answer the title of this chapter right away. I don't need it's suspense, the realities I might be able to divulge in this attempt are sufficient to keep the attention of my readers if successful. The people are really never going to have elections that will select the proper leadership over them. First of all it's well established the very poor track record that majorities have had throughout mankind's tenure. Next, most elections are Banana Republic style, probably rigged or maybe even won by default like the last presidential one in this country that was decided by the Supreme Court.
So the only truly fair election is that which inevitably is decided by default but of the higher order far beyond any court of man's law. The flow is almost as regular as the tide: freedom, abuse, dictatorship, empire. And that is the only true election. The majority votes by it's behavior. The crime gets committed and the criminal gets busted by an empire. That is the pattern of history.
But I don't see it as human beings controlling other human beings. Mankind was perhaps fortunate in that the Third Reich happened at a time when the predators of man could only find Adolph when they were looking for some fresh meat to personify their actions. What if they had found another Alexander? What if they had found a professional soldier capable of swaying masses to commit acts of suicide as well as commanding a war on two fronts?
Now lets bring it up to the present. Yes, I'm afraid my analogy fits. There has been a massive abuse of mercantile freedom on a global scale this time. And that calls for a global emperor and his predatory masters, real or not. The predation need not be even so much as a reality. That's the shocking part. The saber toothed tiger fifty miles tall or the fire breathing napalm spitting flying dragon need only be the reality of collective thought patterns in massive numbers of human minds fulfilling some sort of terminal pattern.
Bear with me here. We are trying to do something extraordinary. We are trying to attempt to comprehend something we don't have the intelligence to realize exists, whatever form it may take. I'm trying to get to some point, like the narrator in H.G. Well's "War of the Worlds", where you and I, hopefully won't become just another statistic for which any who temporarily survive will have run out of body bags to handle. And even if we should go, at least it would be with some comprehension of what it is evoking such massive carnage.
Do you know how easy it will be for the puppet of the monsters to walk in and take over? All he has to do is aid the victims of the mercantile abuse. And there are masses and masses of them right now in Asia, Africa, the Middle East, South America, The Former Soviet Union, and what may soon, if we don't take greater care, be The Former United States of America the land of the million millionaires.
Like a troop of lions after the weakest of the successful massive herd, the predators of man stalk the weakest among us. Not whom man imagines to be weak, but the truly weak: those who imagine themselves to be strong.
Let's be realistic. You thought yourselves strong in a land of the best protection money could buy. Hey, what happens if that money can't buy so well any more? Will your prison guards work for free? How many public servants would be like monks with vows of poverty and continue their vigil without another pay check? The country's infrastructure is crumbling anyway and it was also built on trust that the only way the nation could pay for it all was if it was able to conduct business as usual and go on about it's so-called everyday life. One disturbing abundance in America (North U.S. America) is the fact that it is a "target-rich environment".
You might think the money supply is sound right now. What backs it up? Gold or even silver? No, the dollar isn't even a cheap silver certificate any more. It's based on the GDP. Back in World War Two, they could afford blackouts. Not any more. Too much GDP, gross domestic product, depends on a third shift that has to light up the night to operate. And that's just one little example.
Scientists are baffled over the ease of anthrax to spread. Well, it's now in a circumstance where germs grow the best: extreme and shifting masses of moist enzyme-prepared protein in the form of licked glue on millions and millions of envelopes.
There may be the advent of equipment to irradiate the mail, but the point remains that extreme and anti-human intelligence is at work here. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves that we are underlings. Real or not, imaginary or not, the predators of man are in the final proof real enough to take the toll. And their hallmark is always the killing of people, from one gunman on the Texas Tower, to one leader using nerve gas on an entire village. A wanton disregard for human life, or for that matter, any life whatsoever.
I've looked long and hard, I've carefully considered the subject. The predators of man cause either those they use or those that form them to have pleasure in killing their fellow man. Homicide to them is merely pesticide. Regardless of the motivation or the ideals. I've often considered the outcome of the worst scenario. A hermetic existence in which even all matter itself is completely destroyed. That is "their" ideal. The last to go would be the ones who helped them or were them, whatever. For some it's suicide, for others circumstance. All in all, it's really nothing more than a tragic lack of will. The human puppets of the predators of man.
Now, how does one avoid them? There are ways. Curiously, they don't seem to like mountains. Look at cities like New York and Los Angeles, and you will see a type of place where masses and masses of citizens are crowded together in the low lands. Such predatory elements also despise if not fear the self-sufficient, so it's not a good idea to be one of those until the last minute.
They don't like it when people are spread out. A lot of the coercion used against humanity that can either be blamed or simply put as extraordinary coincidence has been to force people from agricultural land to urban concentrations. Most of the nations of the world are now only about five percent farm population and most of the rest live in inordinately large cities.
I went over some reasonable advise in my song "How Do You Start With Nothing?". It may seem simpler than it is, but decentralize and then gather others. Depend as little as possible on infrastructure. Organize a community in the normal way so as not to stand out. If things have already degraded to a fallen stage, you'll have to start your own spurious currency, and other social norms associated with a functioning community. If we still enjoy a business-as-usual situation, so much the better. Link your community with major ones with as many kinds of communication means and transport mechanisms possible, such as wireless and optic fiber communication, as well as motor, rail and air transport (and water, if possible, even if you have to build and use canals. They're not so bad if you have hydrofoils.).
I may point out at this juncture that if the social situation at large has decayed to a fallen stage, in which there is no longer any credible law enforcement, this phenomenon I'm attempting to discuss which I call "the predators of man", will take on different forms. You can't stereotype something beyond your intelligence but at your own peril. The phenomenon could take the form of mass dementia as easily as it could a solitary emperor.
One scenario would be an L.A. riot the size of an entire continent. The desire to kill is had by a significant quotient of society at any given time of history. That may have been the problem with the snipers of former Yugoslavia. The pattern of those peppered among the belligerents who used idealism as a mask to enjoy killing people was all too prevalent in that situation to be denied.
In the mass dementia scenario that every other low-life packing anything that can shoot will be leaving the video games for the real thing, going out on the streets and enjoying murder in their favorite climate, anarchy. You may think I'm painting a black picture, here. Oh on the contrary. My picture is ROSY compared to the midnight black reality you yourselves have created by your oblivion and your willful ignorance. Now, let's do something about it and maybe it will be the incredible: in other words, maybe it won't be too late to do anything but die bravely.
As I suggest in my song "The Flatland", so what if it turns out that nothing significant ever comes of the September Eleven upheaval of world history? That would be a reprieve.
We all know that life will never be the same, but what if? Well, even in that case, were you to decentralize, you would gain enrichment if nothing else, by being in a place where the existence is far more natural and peaceful. I imagine that everyone from time to time experiences forms of mental illness much like the common cold or the flue. It's in the presence of the natural world that one regains sanity.