The Social Pyramid includes Dead People

Modern social humans love the lenience given them by believing in a universe built by words: beliefs, behaviors, it’s all “relative.” No one is right; no one is wrong. It’s “all good.” Until someone starts shooting. That’s real, and words can’t disguise dead bodies lying in the street, or can they? Unfortunately, the social pyramid doesn’t release one at death: the dead are assigned their proper places on the social pyramid, just as they were in Ancient Egypt.

The fight continues over which dead humans count, because this insane word-world applies status to corpses.

Children are told white lies to soften the loss of death until they are old enough to understand, but does this prolongation of denial ever end? In the mind of a modern social human, the dead are never dead. In the extreme case they are looking down from heaven; providing windfalls and interventions; shoving cars out of the way in near-miss accidents or telepathically dictating winning lottery numbers. As a normal matter of course, the dead hear everything said or thought by their left-behind friends and family, and join in on holidays, birthdays and graduation celebrations.

Cultures set up rituals, protocols, superstitions and religious texts concerning the dead, just like the Egyptians did. In fact, “The Gods” are generations of ancestors granted the highest status on the social pyramid. Without all the attendant activity around dead persons, they would be forgotten; they must not be forgotten because children need the illusion of “parental” protection that they provide.

The realm of the gods and the afterlife are safe places to be inaccurate, because they don’t exist except as word constructions.

In the modern U.S. “the dead” are freely exploited to promote patriotism, (our true religion) profit, political power, and personal position on the social pyramid. How disingenuous this system can be, is seen in the “glorification” of military heroes and the coincident abandonment of living veterans by the government; charitable organizations offer the American citizen a T-shirt or other trinket and the illusion of religious absolution for a donation of $19.99  per month, charged to a credit card. Of course, this type of “buying your way out” of guilt, is a standard religious option, most obvious in Roman Catholicism.

The fact that soldiers were sent to die in a cynically motivated-war, for the enrichment of war profiteers, as a human sacrifice to profit, has been recast as a burden on the shoulders of American citizens, who dutifully repeat, “I want to thank God (the old men who start wars) for our troops who fought in Iran and Afghanistan to save Americans from terror.” Another slight-of-word magic trick to which modern social typicals eagerly respond.

Those killed in war are believed to be hanging around in heaven, enjoying birthday cakes, selfies and their children’s notes, and the gratitude of frightened citizens. Meanwhile, those who would have died in former wars, but are kept alive by modern surgery and pharmaceuticals, are shown running marathons, wheeling up and down specially built ramps and expressing how grateful they are for being wounded; all words intended to shut up any veteran who isn’t doing so well. The only truth we can be sure of, is that x veterans kill themselves each day.

There is no place on the social pyramid for the abandoned veterans; they simply disappear.

In 2013, the United States Department of Veterans Affairs released a study that covered suicides from 1999 to 2010, which showed that roughly 22 veterans were committing suicide per day, or one every 65 minutes. Some sources suggest that this rate may be undercounting suicides.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Virginian /
  • The Virginian is a 1902 novel set in the Wild West by the American author Owen Wister. It describes the life of a cowboy on a cattle ranch in Wyoming and was the first true western ever written.

    Published: 1902

 

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