Upper Middle Class. A warning.

This is a warning for whoever bends their philosophy and ideology to justify comfortable feeling despite the fact that the upper middle class is a very dangerous place to be. The lower middle class is gone, shoved below the poverty line. The middle class is gone. But you're ok, right?

You live in a biosphere the overlords built for you - a themed you-will-have-fun 3,000 square foot home, the cool driveway and the neat toys and the fun vacation you can optionally take when your corporate overlords allow it. Never mind that they're overdeveloping residential so they can get head count on per capita county tax allocations, and wrap it all up in fake mortgage backed securities derivatives... take your heroin shot into the arm, it's really pure - sharp needles make it so you can't feel it. You'll want more. No after effects, so you don't get sick. And maybe you don't go to jail, because you can afford the entry level legal bribes.

The stench doesn't blow into your neighborhood. You've got walls and gates to keep that kind of thing away from you and your family.
You do it to yourself. And you think you know photoshop. You really don't.

They will come for you one day. They will shut down your job, and send it overseas as soon as they can get the Trans Pacific Partnership. You know, the one I warned you about? The one that your congressman had to vote for , even though they wouldn't allow him or her to see it? The one that stands now in danger of being implemented. The one that no news media entertainer will talk about, because they are paid to do otherwise. The one that only one man truly opposes. The black octopus with its black tentacles moving now into your life and you don't see it.

Fair warning. Again.

Let's start with an inconvenient fact: There are entire industries in our country that are annihilated on a regular basis, and there is nothing that any government, or corporation - can do to change them. Electric cars will radically alter the landscape of the car parts industry. The local agricultural business that sends seed thrashers to help farmers gather seed from last year's planting died when the overlords passed laws to make the very seed of life patented and owned by Monsanto. But you can buy it from a corporation every year. Because you have a little extra money, right?

America is suffering under the direct control of the overlords, but you are not. So you can't see the innovation that we will see in the next few years, the Internet of Things , the IOT, the new generation of the overlords quietly transforming themselves into cyborgs. They don't want you to see it, so you don't look. You have your "counterculture" sites that they left for you to find. They tell you want the news media entertainment wants you to hear . Even though you think you're hearing something new.

The cold grey eye of a cyborg sees your entire upper middle class existence as laughable, you are a deluded little person to them - something that they will farm. They pay themselves 285 times more than you, men and women in the corporate boardroom who are looking for the signal that you have relinquished even the claim to public control. When at last they see they have finished their work, they will install a robotic design process, use labor facilities in India that are willing to work around the clock. They will casually and calmly salvage any funds for your public roads, and infrastructure and quietly see to it that you "distinguish yourself" by sending your kid to a private school

You are uninformed, and entertained. You are who a former president was speaking to - when he said " We have this threat under control, shop as usual" . You laughed at that , because you thought you were able to see through the lie. But they threw a red herring in front of you right where you would walk, right inside your comfort zone - and you ran after it . You think you know the "conspiracies" because you are fed the Zeitgeist. And you smile and ask for more. You take your biweekly pay, your benefits, your office, your happy home - you live your life every day knowing everything is really ok and you think you know the full story.
But you can't. Won't. Let go. To you, the issue is whether government is big , or small. To you, the issue is taxes. You are the one who believes this election season is just another election season. You recycle your token opposition. You leave us with a few smiles, and a few laughs - but the activist core died a long time ago, and it was injected with a creamy white filling that will last longer than the outer shell. They need that shell, for now.

Funny how zombie movies are so much fun.

But the media entertainment will soon go beyond all levels before experienced, your 500 channels will pale -h your three point five devices all patched to the latest mobile OS, your fast internet , your great computer will soon bring to you a virtual world that will be more attractive than the upper middle class world, and your big home will just be a backdrop to the screen. You will forget the safe streets, well manicured front lawns, and two car garage. You will be offered a glimpse of a perfect world. Unimaginably beautiful women or men whose avatars will weave their way into fantasy world. Predictably, you'll have an affair but if you don't, you'll at least fantasize about it. Dispossessed, taken hold. Every single ad campaign, every well crafted news media entertainment story will hit you squarely in the eyes. You will buy the bullshit. And the best part about it is that you'll convince yourself you're not buying the bullshit. You'll have the best equipment, but everything you create will be hollow.

You will fade into irrelevance. But they need you still, because others will look up to you. You're their barrier. They all play sim city. Remember the trick? Build a park around an industrial center and then the crime doesn't get to you.

But your soul was real. And you sold it. And without it , bad things will happen.

Your eyes will grow soft. Your body will fail. It fails you even now. Of course, it's age related disease but only the billionaires that have bought into Calico will be allowed to have the antidote. They need you, you are their barrier. They want everyone to think everything is ok. They will tell you everything is ok. You will believe them. They'll give you the red herrings, people who are struggling to survive will look up to you. Unfriend them if they disagree with you.

Get it? Unfriend? Good. Doubleplusgood. You bought into unperson, didn't you? Watch what happens to you when near a place where you can catch a chronic disease, one that requires medicine every day - they'll help you to catch it. You won't catch the fast talking announcement at the bottom of the medical advertisement ... you won't understand. You won't question why we have fast talking legal advertisments in front of us all the time, or why so many people are hired to tell us what to think. You will be one of the new founding fathers of America.

You'll be the ones they will use to help them vote in the Purge.
You'll be the ones who think it's cool to take part.
You'll be the ones who drink the koolaid.
Because you can afford it.

And you'll enjoy it. Because it's so sweet. You are the ones who didn't know that last week, the overlords moved natural plant material into patent and they're trying to steal natural organics, but you're ok, because you hit a website last night that made you feel like a rebel. You have your cool music playing on your cool car radio and you're driving to work right now and you're going to drive home tonight and your wife will fix you a steak.

He or she was smart, they bought the steak with the label on it that looked better than the label that those other people buy. Maybe the definition of free range is just that the cow can move around in a circle. Why bother? There's the Pinterest account, the media devices, gourmet food and binge watching Netflix. Tell yourself that your spouse is happy with you.

You won't notice that 40 percent of our entire country , who lived in the same neighborhood as your parents, the ones who lived in the small towns - slowly went down, head below water - and were destroyed. You'll drive from small town to small town on your allocated days off, and you'll enjoy the rustic feeling - they hide their desperation and hope you buy their useless souvenir crap so that they can cover their EBT card difference for the month and save their children from starving. But they won't tell you, because you have money. And they need it. You'll tour the beer and wine factories. You'll see small town America as you drive past in your air conditioned car.

And you get to take vacations, don't you? You'll visit those other countries, poverty faded through the air, but you'll walk away from that once you eat. What great indigenous food. You will splash in the happy seas that are just a little warmer than you might be able to recognize or detect. You'll rest easy that night knowing that with such a beautiful, poor place as this - with so many living reefs, that global warming must not be real after all.

But the water will keep getting warmer. Your eyes will turn soft great at the lens, like a frog being slowly boiled.

You're happy. It's warm, comfortable. Everything is warm, comfortable. Your child no longer is able to connect with other humans, but do you really want her to associate with those lower class people? It might become just a little bit uncomfortable soon. You might notice. But it's ok, you've got someone else's opinion to quickly take the place of your own. You've got everything you need. You're happy.

You're working out in your home gymnasium, you're going to be strong. You're going to be one of the different ones. Electric sheep are dreaming up your fate in a card castle comfort of America. Yes, you are a necessary barrier they keep in place. For now.
You are a frog in a pot of water being brought to slow boil.

Soon you'll float face down.