Attention psychopathic psychiatrists: even pop-culture is on to your war against humanity (feat. Satanism and Placebo)

Every culture, no matter how bad, will still put a premium on happiness. However, to be invariably happy in a circumstance that should change–I would call that insanity.  Speaking of the insanity of always being happy: many of the insanely unhappy people of our culture want nothing more than to hide in a hole of faux-happiness.  Pop-music provides that hole: amid musical morphine and visual Vicodin–swallowed by lies–lie the multitudes of our culture’s spiritual-junkies, trying their best to forget a disappointing reality, hiding from disillusion by clinging to illusion–while their parents, pastors and school preachers drug these children into a precarious docility, a temporary obedience–masking reality.

“We, the tyrants of this land, reserve the right to drug your children into obedience.” That is the first line in my song, We, The Tyrants Of This Land.  Psychiatry is among the most immense mutinies against humanity in the history of the world.

In the Satanic Bible (overall, an exceedingly vapid book), even so half-assed and gimmicky a pop-icon as Anton Szandor LaVey says that mocking Christianity is played-out, and Lavey mentions Psychiatry as being among the sacred cows that counter-culture should slaughter.

In its song “Meds,” and the corresponding video, the band Placebo presents lyrics which vividly reflect those instances wherein culture has come to prefer medication to reality:

I was alone, falling free,
trying my best not to forget,
what happened to us, what happened to me,
what happened as I let it slip.

I was confused by the powers that be,
forgetting names and faces,
Passers by, were looking at me,
as if they could erase it.

Baby…did you forget to take your meds?

I was alone, staring over the ledge,
Trying my best not to forget,
all manner of joy, all manner of glee,
and our one heroic pledge.

How it mattered to us, how it mattered to me,
and the consequences.
I was confused, by the birds and the bees,
forgetting if i meant it.

Baby..did you forget to take your meds?

And the sex and the drugs, and the complications.

Baby..did you forget to take you meds?

Particularly poignant are the lyrics to the chorus, “Baby, did you forget to take your meds?”  First said softly, the single word “Baby” reflects a false kindness–a supposed helpfulness–of those who would recommend that you crush your senses with medication.  Later on, the singer squalls the sentence: “Baby, did you forget to take your meds?”  The squalling reflects the disillusion–the ultimate and seething distrust of those who would tell you to poison your mind so that you are more controllable, seemingly less unhappy.

“Meds” — Placebo

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