Stalking Vol 2 The Bridge of Reason
political means and cultural reformation. They do this while we are literally focused on the small
picture through which ten-second sound bites create the stark impression of expertise. This
process transcends the obvious goal of pulp news programming. They have not just infiltrated—
they own highly regarded programs that investigate the seeds of fear the Players want to
germinate through talk show interviews, expert debates, and opinion pundit forums that
contribute to a momentum that can be directed."
"All sides of a debate take hits," I said.
"Thereby splitting our focus." Bonnie skootched a few inches away from me, set her hands
by her side, and raised her butt off the cool wood. "Within this process," she said, "the media sets
up the acceptability of a country going to war, by having the population buy into the lengthy
preamble that’s placed on our dinner tables months, or even years ahead of time—but that wasn’t
your beat," she said, waiving the issue away. "In terms of your personal quest, the media was
your way to experience the fraud inherent in the representation of the truth, and its complicity in
manufacturing consent from the public."
"The media can’t see how they’re doing this any more than I did."
"Which matters how?"
"Sorry… ingrained defense, again."
"To be clear, I’m not saying the main editorial characters necessarily know what they’re
really doing, just that they do it by not crossing the lines that direct experience forced you to
cross. I’ll come back to this." She turned to face me. "For the Players, it’s enough that you were
made so afraid as to appear to be the one that’s mentally and emotionally off-balance, when your
reaction to warfare is exactly what should be experienced by reasonable people."
"Are you saying I’m not really crazy because it’s a should thing?"
She smiled at my grasp of the correlation between reason and should, as she said, "Your
reaction is unconditional evidence of the underlying nature of the acts you’ve been coerced into
"So I’m on track—cool."
"I’ll take that to mean you’re uncomfortable with the idea of being unstable, but you
understand the reasons for it. You are the canary: the pressures of combat magnified the toxic
beliefs that are required to have a war, and you learned how to fit it." She looked down, gathered
her thoughts, and said, "Extend your discomfort and embrace this idea: the so-called normal
world was systematically brought to the point where it became reasonable to farmers, college
graduates, and production workers to kill strangers on the say-so of people they don’t normally
believe, yet will follow if they wave a flag. They were like a blindfolded man, oblivious to being
posed against a pockmarked wall, hoping cancer won’t touch him as he takes a last drag on a
smoke." She slapped my thigh lightly.
"I’ll say it again; nothing comes from nothing, so there has to be a prologue—a continuity of
controlled events presented to the point where a spark lit the fuse of momentum that was sown
within the fabric of everyday life. That’s how the absurd becomes reasonable to good people."
"So the media influences things everywhere, " I mused aloud.
"More than everywhere."
"What else is there?" I chuckled.
"Nowhere," Bonnie said seriously. She cleared her throat twice slowly, compelling me to
settle into a neutral mindset.
Softly, she said, "The media’s underlying influence places us in an in-between state, where
we feel that we have to buy into something, anything, or there’s something wrong with us. It