Manipulation

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Scenario 1

One major theme yesterday at NO was manipulation and the point was made that EVERYONE manipulates others to a greater or lesser extent to get what they want.

It’s not a loaded word in itself, only in the loading people wish to apply to it. For example, someone oft accused of being manipulative will be far more sensitive to the word than someone who does subtly manipulate, such as a blogger, but doesn’t think he is being manipulative.

Babies manipulate with screams and smiles, women are mistresses of the art, stemming from disempowered days when that was the way to get ahead, men do it through lobby groups, feminists do it and when empowered, then go about secreting themselves in spare university rooms and rewriting  history in the new political correctness.

Everyone manipulates but of course, if you’re doing it for nefarious purposes – nefarious itself a load term – then you must charge manipulation or its big brother, abuse of the other party, whilst painting yourself whiter than white.

A second theme yesterday was the use of polarization to force people into going one way or the other, never something inbetween, never choosing one’s own position – the position is provided for you, you get on board or get vilified and marginalized, its corollary.

The analogy was used some time ago of the canal boat going downstream, banging into the bank on one side, then slewing over and banging into the other, then careering across and slamming into the other and that’s the way it goes downstream, never down the centre at a measured and stately pace.

The example was used of how the modern female faces two choices – she is railroaded and manipulated into feminism by faux tales of oppression she can well believe, as they are tailored for the average women to believe, with none of the reality allowed to show its face … or else she’s railroaded into early sexualization and thereafter skankiness and putting it about. Jacqueline Bisset spoke yesterday about it.

There is a third way she can go and that is to become more Man than the man – you might call it WoMan, with the worst of both male and female traits and none of the good.  Plenty of these in parliament.

Meanwhile, men are manipulated into party loyalty, complete with whips – whips for grown men?  Interesting.  We see the worst of modern man in the three party heads at Westminster.

A previous theme was dumbing down and we see this as people take to their camps and their entrenched positions which will never, from that day onwards, look at any other evidence except that which is allowed through their entrenched positions.

Which brings us to another theme from yesterday – a river in Egypt called Denial.  There was a truly insane comment I saw which said that until something can be proved beyond all doubt, he won’t believe it.

That flies in the face of the way any knowledge has been advanced in society over the millennia.  It’s always been piecemeal, fragmented, we shelve a snippet until corroboration comes along.  We distrust the pre-packaged truth.

And in the world of the nefarious, the process has always been:

1. Proceed in the shadows, plan carefully for contingencies;

2.  Have someone ready to blame, complete with strawmen and false flags;

3.  Commit the atrocity;

4.  Watch the whole thing unfold of its own accord.

There is manipulation going on the whole time and the most susceptible are people who say things such as ‘leave politics out of it’, ‘I don’t do conspiracy theories’, I’m not a political person’, ‘I want the whole proof laid at my feet before I believe’ [absolving them of the necessity to find out by themselves past page 7 of Google].

There are very expensive courses in manipulation, which key position holders are obliged to attend in the UK, producing ‘well-formed outcomes’.

Scenario 2

In Russia, if there is a disaster of some kind, people then meet in an open space we’d call the village green or else in a big hall and there are always two questions:

1. Kto vinovat or who is to blame?

2. Shto delat or what to do?

It’s always value loaded and there are preordained betes noires ready to blame.  In this country, these are currently [and quite rightly] the Muslims.

At the same time, we should be aware that they are also being used to heighten xenophobia.

Scenario 3

Ivan, a commenter at OoL and NO, has sent a piece by someone calling himself or herself QM.  Note that the piece is copyright, so ‘fair usage’ in the UK means you can quote from it or even run it but it must be fully attributed.  It must not be used as part of any commercial work.

Though a work of fiction, you’ll see the relevance fairly quickly.  The formatting it came in was strange, with curtailed lines, so it is presented as is:

England My England
by QM
Copyright∏ 2014 by QM

Sooner or later the shock wears off. We know this, Lives go on and those
who cope can deal with the aftermath until it becomes commonplace.

It started, not in the dark as these things do in novels, but in a light
and airy student flat. The plotters, six men and two women, all young,
all fired in the belief that they could strike a blow for their religion
against its oppressors. They looked carefully at the protest sites using
hopefully safe proxy cut-outs; listened to the tales of carnage as the
crusader states robbed their people of freedom in order to seize the oil
and they hungered for revenge. They held up the Muslim death count and
considered its implications; vengeance would be theirs, but how?

The answer came as ever on the news. Bewl Water in Kent, supplier of
most of the water to the ever hungry towns and cities of the South East
even as far as some London districts. It seemed that repairs to the
pumping station had been completed and it could now cope better with the
demand. The plotters discussed this. Some were training to be engineers,
another was almost an industrial chemist. All saw the implications; the
crusaders would pay a heavy price for their temerity. The chemist looked
for the means and read up on Bhopal, It seemed ideal; though getting the
methyl isocyanate in quantities sufficient enough would be difficult, as
would bypassing the various safeguards. Still word was sent to others
who shadowed their support from abroad, carefully though, oh so
carefully. The infidels were not to be underestimated. Should they get a
whiff of this plan then no help would be forthcoming. Word came
eventually to the group and the leader travelled abroad ostensibly for a
family reunion.

The family member, who was not family, nor indeed, not even a countryman
of the leader, was curt. The plan was good, though needed to be refined,
but it could be done; a tanker prepared; documents forged and a religion
avenged.

Those whose job it is to guard us were aware of the group, though
constraints on their time meant that surveillance was not constant and
not sufficient to raise alarm and so they slipped through the net. The
group busied themselves with their task, taking a trip in early spring
to the reservoir with a 13-mile hike around it. All wore western style
clothing; none wanted to draw attention to themselves. This, after all,
was reconnaissance and who knew where their enemies were watching.

A month later the group gathered to meet a shadowy figure who praised
their zeal and handed instructions on how to keep their mission off the
radar of the enemy. “Our friends in the East have arranged for the
tanker. It will arrive in the summer. All that is needed is a time and
place. Be careful, and all will be well.”

Still the problem remained of introducing the chemical directly into the
supply. It would have to be placed in the supply after filtration and
that meant seizing the pump house without anyone being aware. No easy
task, yet their surveillance provided the means; and one of the team
joined Southern water as a trainee at the reservoir, another at the
visitor centre.

Bewl Water is filled with water pumped from the rivers Teise and Medway
in Kent, usually during the winter months when rainfall and the river
flows are at their highest.

The water is used in three ways. It is released into the River Medway
increasing flows and allowing abstraction downstream at the Burham
treatment works to supply the Medway towns. It is pumped through 17km of
pipeline to Darwell reservoir to increase supplies to Hastings and
Bexhill and it is abstracted directly by Mid-Kent Water and treated at
the works beside the reservoir. In addition SE Water take water directly
from Darwell Reservoir to supply the Eastbourne area. It was quickly
noted that deliveries were made to the three sites, Bewl Water, Burham
treatment Works and Darwell Reservoir, of chemicals for the filters as
well as parts for the pumps. All the sites were manned, however their
friend abroad had promised help to seize all the sites, though the main
tasks would take place at Bewl and Burham.

May came and went, word from abroad indicated that the 40,000 litres of
a slow acting chemical neurotoxin had been processed and was now
underway in a stainless steel tanker. The route would be slow and
contain many cut outs. Those who supplied the chemical, for all their
support, did not wish it to be traced back to their country. The
plotters talked and fretted; not a day went by without the fear of
discovery causing one or the other of the group to start at shadows, yet
nothing happened, life went on.

June heralded the arrival of several young men who made verbal contact
with the group. The plan was gone over. The men disappeared for now,
where, no-one in the group knew but it was suspected that they were
checking the sites involved.

July arrived along with word of the tanker, another meeting with the
mysterious men and a date was set.

The mission itself began on the evening of the 6th of July when several
men moved into position around Bewl water. They were seemingly of Middle
Eastern origin, though dressed in western clothing. They arrived at the
reservoir an hour before closure and moved off onto the walks along the
banks, biding their time. At dark the telephone lines were cut and the
pumping station seized. No guns were used and the lone security guard
cut down ruthlessly before he could summon help.

At midnight a tanker was driven up to the site, hoses were attached and
a connection to the main pipe to Burham was connected as well as a hose
into the reservoir itself.

At Burham, the group’s chemist as well as some of the supporting
outsiders broke into the compound and seized the site. The group’s
chemist then helped to bypass the filtration system allowing the
chemical direct access to the towns of Kent.

The first casualties began a few hours later. Many were taken sick,
having bathed in showers or drunk coffee or tea. It was a burning in the
eyes and throat, though, as yet, no deaths.

The next hour brought the first death as a motorist collapsed at the
wheel of his car and drove into another causing a massive pile up on the
M20 motorway.

All across Kent and Sussex people were now calling in sick or being
rushed to hospitals and it was now dawning on the authorities that
something was terribly wrong; though no-one as yet suspected the
horrifying truth.

It was a further hour before a scientific team had isolated the cause
and the news was relayed on every channel of radio, TV and internet.

Police rushed to Bewl and Burham, but too late, the terrorists had gone;
only graffiti remained.

Police cars toured the streets using loud speakers, but the damage was
done. Thousands had succumbed immediately to the poison and were already
overwhelming the emergency services. Hundreds of road accidents had
blocked many of the main and minor roads. Ambulances could not reach
their destinations; indeed many of the medical staff themselves were
afflicted.

By 9am the death toll had reached several thousand and was climbing
rapidly as the long term effects of the poison took hold. The Prime
Minister, looking as shaken as any had ever seen, urged people not to
panic, help was under way and don’t drink or touch tap water until the
system had been purged. Supermarkets closed their doors as panic buying
of bottled water caused fighting in the aisles and outside their premises.

The authorities desperately tried to keep a lid on who the suspected
perpetrators were, giving out vague information as to a chemical spill,
yet to no avail. Word leaked out from an internet site based in Pakistan
gloating over the infidel deaths and Britain listened and watched in horror.

The first collateral deaths were a group of Muslim men going to a Mosque
in London. A car was deliberately driven at them, killing three and
badly injuring two others. A mob in Luton gathered and despite police
demands that they disperse, set fire to the homes of several immigrants
and grew ever more out of control. Soon other riots broke out in cities
all over Britain and the police seemed helpless to stop the spiralling
tide of violence aimed at anyone deemed to be a Muslim.

The second day saw the death toll in Kent rise to over 130,000. There
had been a night of rioting in all major cities and towns in Britain as
law and order broke down in the face of public outrage and horror. Many
attempted to flee Kent. They were turned back by the police of the
neighbouring counties surrounding the disaster area who could not cope
with the influx or demands upon their services. In central London only
line after line of grim faced troops held back the mob from the centre
of Westminster and the City of London. All but essential travel was
suspended, yet people desperately broke the law to flee the mob.

The East end of London was in flames and the lampposts festooned with
Muslims, local councillors and others suspected of aiding terrorists.
The same was true of areas of Leicester, Bradford, Birmingham, most of
the Northwest and Luton. Anyone suspected of being a Muslim or
harbouring Muslim sympathies was liable to be dragged from their homes
and hung.

The third day saw EU troops and police being brought across to try and
assist in the disaster, as well as attempt to bring back some sort of
order to the crisis. The real effect was they were attacked by an
increasingly hostile and xenophobic nation. Many of the EU troops were
fired at by British Squaddies and other army units. This was accompanied
by petrol bombs and various other articles being thrown by a population
none too in love with the EU in the first place.

It was on the fourth day that senior military commanders acted by
seizing power in Westminster and declaring martial law, arresting the
Prime Minister, who appeared to have suffered a nervous breakdown, and
most of the cabinet who could be found. Many of the architects and
appeasers of the multicultural society in the government were arrested
too, along with senior civil servants and of course lawyers and judges.
New elections and a return to democracy were promised as soon as the
crisis had been calmed. More rioting commenced in various towns and
cities as extremist Muslims declared shariah zones and started enforcing
shariah laws, including dismemberment and beheadings and called for
support from their fellow Muslims abroad. The death toll in Kent had now
reached almost 200,000 and people were starting to go hungry as water,
food, fuel and power were still not restored due to the deaths of
essential workers and shops could not use debit/credit cards nor scan
items for sale, such was the dependency on electricity that society now
had. Though all over the county and the country mosques were being
burned and many people attacked, often enough for just being different.

Rumours abounded on the fifth day, though it became apparent that the
Royal family had fled the country and anyone who could, particularly
those associated with the old government’s policy together with a lot of
foreign nationals, were trying to get out even though any routes through
Kent were closed, even Eurotunnel. British Army troops aided by loyalist
patriots moved into East London and began systematically reducing any
and all resistance to the new regime. Any form of resistance was
brutally and often enough permanently repressed, usually by a bullet,
but equally by hanging. Muslim males and those assumed to be Muslim
males were particularly targeted by the patriots. Children and young
women were segregated and taken off to temporary camps, often just a
barbed wire fence in a field, whilst the elderly and all the men were
taken away simply to vanish. The rumours at the time, since proven to be
true, were that they were forced to drink contaminated Kent water. The
Army High command also ordered all troops serving abroad to come home
and help sort the country out. The EU were ordered to leave or face the
consequences. The rest of the world watched on in horror as the once
tolerant English went on an orgy of revenge and extreme violence towards
those they held responsible for the atrocity. Scotland and Wales
announced they were leaving the Union leaving England to stand or fall
alone, though they were careful also to block their borders to a flood
of Asian Muslim refugees.

In the ensuing months, the Army gradually, with the aid of the patriots,
strengthened its grip on England. Those who opposed got summary justice;
those who could fled. Those who could not kept their heads down and
prayed not to be noticed. Yet slowly life returned to normal in some
parts of the country. The trains still ran, the post was delivered,
though admittedly the postman usually wore a cross of St George armband
and there was an air of greater freedom as the smoking ban and drinking
restrictions were lifted. There were even cheers as an Argentinean
attempt to re-seize the Falklands was beaten off and the Royal Navy
shelled and bombed Buenos Aires, whilst its submarines sunk anything in
the exclusion zone, including several neutral country’s traffic. The
English parliament, such as it was, also withdrew from the EU and deftly
began to renew its constitution as old liberties were lost in the
scramble to tighten the Army councils control over the nation. England
itself almost became a pariah nation, though careful to keep good
relations with a few countries like the USA and, oddly enough, Israel
with whom technology exchanges and joint military training went ahead.

The only problems left were what to do with the camps of non-citizens
that no other nation wanted…

The queues seemed shorter today, the senior administrator watched with
bored indifference as the line moved swiftly into the processing centre.
So many people, yet all moving almost silently, the fear pervading the
line was almost miasmic, even the children felt it, letting out only
slight whimpers of distress. He turned to the guard, “It will be over
soon.” The guard nodded, reminiscing over the past few years he realised
that he no longer cared, his boredom palpable.

The last few stragglers were herded into the centre; names, ages,
ethnicity, religion and other biodata taken. Soon they’d sort out the
wheat from the chaff. The children were taken first. For those too young
to realise the crime of their parents’ religion, re-education and a
place in the new party youth wing were their future. Some of the younger
women would no doubt survive too; despite the authoritarianism of the
coalition there was always a place for the young and pretty to survive
the sorting.

For the rest, well, they’d be loaded on the trains and taken off to the
transit camps for repatriation courtesy of the New English Coalition.

Screams broke out. It often happened as parents desperately tried to
hold onto their children. The guards moved in with casual brutality,
breaking them apart, swinging their batons with the ease of long
practice, no sympathy, no mercy, no warning. A young man broke free and
pleaded with the administrator, “Please, I’m Hindu, a chemist, not one
of them!”

“You’re all the same,” was the laconic response, “We haven’t forgotten
Bewl Water. We never will.”

The young man was driven back into the line by the bored guards. The
camp was near full, soon the trains would arrive, ostensibly to
transport them to the Chunnel and hence to France. The administrator had
heard all the rumours. The truth was he no longer cared. He knew the
trains left full and came back empty within an hour. Yet he also knew it
was at least two hours to France. His shift was nearly over; soon he’d
be home in his Manchester apartment watching the match.

The End

Note: this is a story, the politics and ethics do not mirror the views
of the author.

Scenario 4 and conclusion

Long post but the underlying theme has been to be very careful before laying blame.  It may well be we are being manipulated and the more we react angrily to the very notion that it’s possible to manipulate us – we who are impervious – the greater the danger, IMHO.

Which is not to say we cannot lay blame but we’re always caught in what I’ve called an 80-20 situation before.  That is, we see 80% of the picture but not the last 20% because of our mind filters, our angles, our upbringing, our mindset, our profession.

Which is why a meeting of minds is often efficacious – to get the other angles if we’ll only countenance them.  But with that, we also get those who would control the discussion … plus the trolls and shills, there to prevent sensible conclusions being reached.

This was the principle behind Blair and Brown’s Citizens’ Juries in local areas – always called for and chaired by a Common Purpose graduate, leading beyond authority.

If I might end with a quote often used at NO, concerning a certain Sergeant Holcombe.

Perry Mason, advocate, had just finished pointing out an anomaly in Sergeant Holcombe’s evidence in a murder trial and now asked, ‘Does that seem logical to you?’

Sergeant Holcombe hesitated a moment, then said, ‘Well, that’s one of those little things. That doesn’t cut so much ice. Lots of times you’ll find little things which are more or less inconsistent with the general interpretation of evidence.’

‘I see,’ Mason said. ‘And when you encounter such little things, what do you do, Sergeant?’

‘You just ignore ’em,’ said Holcombe.

‘And how many such things have you ignored, Sergeant, in reaching your [current] conclusion?’

9 comments for “Manipulation

  1. Sackerson
    September 23, 2014 at 6:56 am

    QM’s story, though well-written, might better not have been written at all. Frederick Forsyth said that he had ideas he wouldn’t use in his novels because terrorists might find them useful.

    • September 23, 2014 at 11:03 am

      There’s always that factor.

    • Lord T
      September 23, 2014 at 1:52 pm

      But we write stories on people run over by cars, people shot and stabbed.

      Where do we stop?

      These people already have these ideas.

  2. September 23, 2014 at 7:12 am

    The defences and layout of Bewl Water are not quite as easy and as laid out as the story implies. The copywriter is also a bit of a misnomer as I wrote the original back in 2007.

    • September 23, 2014 at 11:02 am

      Ah, so it is you after all. Cheers. Like the story.

      You do know you’re missed here, how’s life down there? I read the post.

      • September 23, 2014 at 7:38 pm

        Life is good James, we’re moving into a new home in October, job is great and the people friendly. Very much unlike the UK.

    • ivan
      September 23, 2014 at 3:10 pm

      And if anything QM it is more relevant today than back then.

      I still think it is a darn good story.

  3. September 23, 2014 at 12:11 pm

    As an author of absolutely no repute whatsoever, I placed the Jihadi atrocities as told in my own book to be in Salford, and on the motorways around Leeds; but the prophesied reaction did not occur in England, but instead in Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia, where the plotters and planners actually lived.
    http://www.amazon.co.uk/Single-Westminster-Berlin-Mike-Cunningham-ebook/dp/B0041T4JF8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411470585&sr=8-1&keywords=book+single+to+westminster

    I honestly could not foresee the reaction of English people, rational as we are, to an atrocity even of the proportions of the water treatment works as told in the story; to be as cataclysmic as prophesied in the tale; but on the other hand, I have been wrong before!

    • Lord T
      September 23, 2014 at 1:58 pm

      Could you see it happening in other countries? I could so why should we be any different. Our stiff upper lip is bloody and pathetically limp and the public are rapidly losing faith in our government.

      Something has to be done and if that situation arose I could see it happening here.

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