So Charles Manson died.
The ‘mass murderer’ who never actually killed anyone, he just got his followers to do that shit for him. They didn’t fuck around either. No half-hearted killing here folks. Those guys meant business. Let’s not forget all that creeping about in people’s houses on a night ‘as practise’ before even the La Bianca murders happened. Those dudes were batshit crazy and then some!
What make someone hang off every word of someone who puts those ideas into their head? They must be nuttier than a truck load of Snickers bars already right?
My friend and I have a bit of a thing for the evolution of The Cult. (the weird brainwashy type, not the ‘She Sells Sanctuary’ type – or is that The Mission? – I forget)
Who joins these things? What type of person signs up? I kind of get it why all those people followed Jim Jones back in the 70’s. They wanted a better life in a nation where they felt unfairly treated. They were promised a Utopian dream in the jungle, away from society, to grow veg in useless soil and live happily ever after…….aaaaand then it all went tits up when he started titting people up and publicly spanking them and having congressmen shot. Cue vats of Kool Aid and 900 men, women and children writhing in poisoned pain and foaming at the mouth, laid out in the sun bloated and unclaimed.
Old Marshall Applewhite and his league of loons at the Heaven’s Gate. Doing themselves in with poisoned pudding in order to leave their ‘earthly vehicles’ (bodies) and fly off into a non-existent spaceship hidden in the tail of Haley’s Comet.
Where does it all start? One day you’re feeling a bit disillusioned with life, next you’re barricaded into a Texas ranch getting BBQd by the FBI! Or you’re stabbing pregnant women to death or releasing sarin gas on the subway. WTF? How does it get to that stage and you’re still alright with the situation?
Can these leaders really be that charismatic or is it a drip, drip, drip feed of believable horseshit over a period of time that makes a man or woman nod and hmmm in agreement, then decide to form an orderly queue with their kids to drink the Koolaid.
There hasn’t been a big cult mass suicide in a while. The loons these days seem to favour the lone suicide bomber who takes down innocents on his/her way to a non-existent paradise land.
Or perhaps we’re all signed up to cults of various appearances and we are so brainwashed we don’t even know it. The cult of ‘Strictly’. The cult of ‘I’m a celebrity’ (are you though?) The cult of ‘Black Friday’ (spend spend spend and join the cult of credit card debt).
sponsor master. Drink the Kool Aid. Don’t drink the Kool Aid. I can’t decide.
We can’t think for ourselves. The TV and Media tell us what to think and what to buy, then Alexa orders it for us while we’re asleep.
As you can probably tell. I am feeling a bit ‘meh’ this drizzly November Monday. I am disillusioned, although I couldn’t really explain why or what with. Not that ‘meh’ that I’m bombing life off to go and kneel at the feet of a false Messiah though.
I’d start my own – The Branch Kitidians or something but there’s no point.
I’m lucky if I get replies to my texts, never mind a cult following of hapless and devoted followers.