pursuit of control

ENFP vs. INFP

ENFP: Ne Fi Te Si

INFP: Fi Ne Si Te

-The #1 difference between ENFPs and INFPs is that ENFPs tend to question their extroversion, while INFPs know for sure that they’re introverted. ENFPs often feel conflicted between their love of connecting with people, and their need for alone time to self-reflect. On the other hand, INFPs tend to be very sure about their preference for being in their own company.

-ENFPs, being extroverts (and prone to Ne-Te loops), are more at risk of losing touch with their personal feelings in pursuit of external validation and control, especially when stressed, and may have a tendency to run away from their problems by seeking sensory stimulation. INFPs are more at risk of losing touch with the outside world based in reality - they are more comfortable inside their own head than without, and may feel paralyzed to avoid taking action when under stress.

-ENFPs, who thrive on the energy of novel and exciting ideas and territory as yet  unexplored, can jump into new projects without doing a lot of critical thinking about the logistics ahead of time. INFPs, on the other hand, feel that they need to figure out how things work (and especially how THEY feel about a new venture) BEFORE they’re comfortable jumping in with both feet.

-ENFPs are more likely to enjoy being the recipient of attention (though they may feel a need to retreat from it every once in a while to recharge). INFPs would rather be behind the scenes than in the spotlight.

-ENFPs, who lead with Ne, will speculate and brainstorm first, and then decide how they feel about it second. INFPs, who are more comfortable in their own head, will hang back and decide how they feel about something first, and then brainstorm second. ENFPs will leap before they look, jumping headlong into new projects first before withdrawing to decide how they feel about it. INFPs will first analyze whether the idea or project lines up with their own authentic selves, and only then will they determine which option best reflects who they are.

-When comforting a loved one who is upset, an ENFP will be more likely to offer concrete suggestions that make the person feel empowered in their own ability to get through the hardship. INFPs, on the other hand, will respond by validating that the person’s feelings are legitimate, and try to gently nudge the person into changing the context of the situation so that they feel differently about it (even if the situation itself has not changed).

-ENFPs search for the different physical experiences they can have, and often struggle to settle on just one thing - they don’t want to feel constricted. INFPs instead will fantasize about the emotions associated with concrete experiences.

-ENFPs are friendly, open, and accommodating to new people (although being such does not necessarily mean that they feel comfortable revealing their true selves to others). INFPs take a much longer time to reveal their true selves to others, and will only really do it after they feel that the person is somebody they can trust. ENFPs also tend to come off as energetic and excitable around others, while INFPs are excitable only around people that they know and trust.

-ENFPs prefer to engage with people in order to learn about them, while INFPs are much more comfortable observing from afar.

THE FUNDAMENTAL ELEMENTS OF HEALTH
1. Clean, fresh air
2. Pure water
3. Foods for which we are biologically designed
4. Sufficient sleep
5. Rest and relaxation
6. Vigorous activity
7. Emotional poise and stability
8. Sunshine and natural light
9. Comfortable temperature
10. Peace, harmony, serenity, and tranquility
11. Human touch
12. Thought, cognition, and meditation
13. Friendships and companionship
14. Gregariousness (social relationships, community)
15. Love and appreciation
16. Play and recreation
17. Pleasant environment
18. Amusement and entertainment
19. Sense of humor, mirth and merriment
20. Security of life and its means
21. Inspiration, motivation, purpose, and commitment
22. Creative, useful work (pursuit of interest)
23. Self-control and self-mastery
24. Individual sovereignty
25. Expression of reproductive instincts
26. Satisfaction of the aesthetic senses
27. Self-confidence
28. Positive self image
29. Internal and external cleanliness
30. Smiles
31. Music and all other arts
32. Biophilia (love of nature)
—  The 80/10/10 Diet, Dr. Douglas N. Graham
“Sparks” Chris Beck Fic (let me know if you want more :))

Summary:
After your parents’ relentless pursuit to control your life, you find yourself in a situation that will lead to disaster. A fake engagement, real emotions, and Chris Beck. What could go wrong?

Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 3,327

Notes: Fluff, angst, small part of nudity. let me know what you think :)

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anonymous asked:

Hey, Justin, you play Guild Wars 2, right? How would you sort the races? I think Norn would probably be mostly Gryffindors and Asura would be mostly Ravenclaws, but I'm not sure about the other races.

(Disclaimer: I am speaking here how each race’s CULTURAL and RACIAL views align with the houses. I am not claiming every race is entirely composed of just one house. All races are composed of all houses.)

Norn are definitely hardcore Gryffindor. A society valuing power and seeking glory to become a legend, I really don’t know how else to explain it. They are bold and courageous to the core. Perfect examples of the textbook (stereotypical?) Gryffindor. 

Asura are actually predominately Slytherin. I hate that they have become the “cute” race in GW2. While their defining factor is still their incredible intelligence and a society balanced around the three colleges, this does not make them Ravenclaw. Asura as a culture view themselves as superior to the other races, caring very little about their well-being. They are primarily interested in their own individual talents and projects, shamelessly sabotaging others to improve their chances of success. Furthermore, as quoted in The Movement of the World article: “The Asura believe they are destined to rule the larger, less intelligent races of the world. They see humans, especially, as quite good for heavy lifting, and in general terms, view other races as merely pawns to be manipulated in Asuran schemes.”

Sylvari are Ravenclaw. As the newest race to the world, Slyvari are primarily interested in discovering both the world and their own identities with immense curiosity. Many of the dreamers also share a strong connection with each other and value acceptance of others, largely influenced by Ventari’s teaching: “All things have a right to grow. The blossom is brother to the weed.”
Although having darker aims, even the Nightmare Court share many of these Ravenclaw traits of curiosity and especially seeking independence from the influence of the Pale Tree.

Humans are a race that I would align mostly with Hufflepuff, despite that one follower rudely disagreeing, due to their faith in their six gods and incredible perseverance. The game does a poor job at explaining it in detail, but the Humans are essentially on their last legs. Their home in Kryta is the last remaining human kingdom on Tyria with both Ascalon and Orr being abolished. Elona and Cantha may still exist; however, all communication is seemingly cut off. Despite this, and despite being attacked from every side of their land (and literally their city being attacked in the most recent update), the humans remain strong. The “unafraid of toil” of Hufflepuff is incredibly present for the humans. In addition, the Gods have not been heard from in over 250 years. The humans, though essentially being abandoned, still largely remain faithful to The Six for guidance. Seriously. It says it all in the human story intro:

“The human race once ruled Tyria. Now, we struggle to hold our ground.
 We’ve been defeated, driven back, and broken – but we will not surrender.
So many nations have fallen. Only Kryta still stands.
Our faith is strong, despite the silence of the Six Gods.”

Charr are a rough mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Honestly, I would put them in Durmstrang if I could. The in-game description describes them as such:

“The charr race was forged in the merciless crucible of war. It is all they know. War defines them, and their quest for dominion drives them ever onward. The weakling and the fool have no place among the charr. Victory is all that matters, and it must be achieved by any means and at any cost.”

From descriptions alone, the Charr can be very Slytherin in their cutthroat pursuit for power and control; however, it cannot be denied that the charr are also innately defined by their boldness and courage valued in Gryffindor.

-Justin (Slytherin)

PokeSpe Week - Day 5 : Villain or Villainous Team - Team Rocket Boss Giovanni

Ah, the OG final villain. Ultimately never got over being beaten once and in turn abandoned his son in the games.

Surprisingly classy and downright brutal in his otherwise simple pursuit of power and control here. That said, I really like his genuine love and care for his son, and how it’s made clear that this love still doesn’t erase the fact that he’s done some truly awful things. And he knows this and doesn’t deny it.

Not but seriously it’s super awesome how he was sick and wounded but still held up Silver with one arm in trying to protect him from the flaming wreckage.

Take Your Anger Out On Me

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word count: 1255

Warnings: Intimacy, smut, consensual violence (mild)

This is my first time publishing smut, please be kind!

NB. Smut is at the end. It is contextual and story-driven as I prefer writing like that.

To be fair, he had been having a particularly bad day…

You had been attending to other matters concerning the Base when you had been called up to the main deck to ‘deal’ with Kylo Ren. He had been lashing out more frequently these days and had most recently attacked a high-ranking officer. Clearly Hux had had enough and decided to involve you.

Of course, Kylo Ren was your love, but that doesn’t mean that you’re responsible for him. Honestly, he was acting like a moody teenager and you felt like his mother having to drag him away from the fight.

As you made your way to the main deck, you could already see the effects of his wrath. There were sparks all over the floor and a few broken command consoles with huge slashes through them.

As Hux approached you, he gave you the low-down in a hushed tone, his eyes darting from you to Ren in nervousness. He tried to act like he wasn’t afraid of Ren, but he was. Truly you were the only one who held that title, otherwise Hux wouldn’t have felt the need to call you up here.

“Ah, y/n, here you are. Just take him away from here before he does anymore damage. For god’s sake, the man is becoming uncontrollable. More-so, I mean.

”You sighed - more in sadness than annoyance. Kylo Ren was at a constant battle with himself. Not to mention the Dark vs. the Light but also in his pursuit for control over his emotions, he often ends up achieving the exact opposite.

You caught him as he was giving a particularly firm word to one of the officers. By ‘firm’, you mean he had his hand round an officer’s throat and had him suspended off the ground. Apparently he was threatening to choke the life out of him if anyone intervene. But you weren’t just ‘anyone’.

“Kylo…” you said as you approached him slowly. You may not be afraid of him but he was in an unpredictable state. One thing was for sure, though - you sure as hell weren’t going to let him kill that officer.

“Kylo.” you reiterated, this time with more force and less sensitivity.

“I don’t know exactly what this man has done but I’m sure he doesn’t deserve this.”

“Well I don’t deserve to be surrounded by incompetence.” Kylo replied, his grip around the man’s neck tightened, causing him to choke.

“DROP HIM.” you commanded, losing your calm.

Immediately he did. You were surprised that he’d actually listened… It was then that you had an idea.

“Come with me” you suggested, fluttering your eyes a little at Kylo.

Again he complied, following you swiftly down the hall. You were leading him towards his quarters.

You opened the door, spun on your heel and pulled him in close and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You ordered him to take off his helmet.

“I’m intrigued.” He admitted.As he lifted his helmet up, he went from Kylo Ren to Ben Solo - the man felt you were truly were in love with. 

That billowing dark hair, those chestnut eyes, those full lips… You didn’t get to see those features enough and had to stop yourself from kissing him right there and then.

“Take your anger out on me.” You suggested.

Yes, you were in love with Ben Solo but you couldn’t deny the man he had become. His alias - Kylo Ren - was the identity that Ben had constructed for himself and you couldn’t ignore that. 

He didn’t take any convincing. Without another word he brushed your lips lightly with his own and snaked his hand up to your neck. With the other hand he started making his way down… Past your waist, down to your hips, down further… Further…

You gasped, for at the same moment he started rubbing your clit, he slightly tightened the grip he had around your neck and bit your bottom lip almost to bleeding point.

“Ah!” You squealed. You weren’t sure whether your reaction was in protest or pleasure, but you suspected the latter.

“Quiet.” This was Kylo talking. You hated to admit it but perhaps Kylo and Ben weren’t so separate after all…

He spun you round and pressed you against the wall so that you were barely able to fight back. He had your arms cuffed behind you and at that moment he plastered several heavy slaps on your ass. He slipped his hand under your trousers where his hand made its way to your clit, via your already wet entrance, as he held you in place.  

Your breathing was getting heavier, as was your need. In an almost aggressive motion you forced your way back round to face him. You shared a passionate kiss before he practically ripped your clothes off you.

He proceeded to strip himself too until you were both completely naked and facing each other. He began rubbing his cock slowly, as if to tease himself, and you began to play with yourself too.

“No. That’s my job.” He growled and slapped your hand away from where you were touching yourself. 

He slapped your ass several more times until it was desirably pink. 

“You’re my plaything for tonight…” he crooned into your ear, now teasing your folds with the end of his cock.

He pushed you onto the bed and proceeded to suckle on your nipples. His wandering hands found your thighs as he started to dig his nails in to the point where you knew they would leave marks. 

His suckling turned into gentle biting, which drove you over the edge…

“Kylo, please, just fuck me…” was all you could articulate. 

He whisked you up into his arms and slammed you against the wall once more. You had your legs wrapped around his hips as he brushed his throbbing penis along the entrance to your insides. 

“You want me to fuck you? I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able walk… You’re going to scream my name whilst I cum inside you… You’re going to pass out from the sheer force of of my cock-”

“-THEN DO IT ALREADY!!” you yelled, and with that he slammed himself inside you, giving you that sweet and slightly painful feeling you’d been yearning for.

He set a brutal pace. No remorse, no breaks, no signs of slowing down. With each hard thrust your back was pushed hard into the wall in order for him to achieve the deepness he desired.

He was pulling out and slamming inside you at a phenomenal pace, it was driving you insane as he was hitting your g-spot in a perfect rhythm.

“Oh god, Kylo… Yes, please, faster don’tstop!-”

“Shut up.” he commanded, but you were already gone.

It didn’t take him long either, as your orgasm caused him to he spill himself into you… Waves of cum pouring into your insides and growling into your ear… 

“That was amazing” you gasped as he set you down on the bed and started kissing your various bruises. You hoped it was because somewhere deep down he felt bad about his manhandling, but you suspected it was more likely an excuse to continue caressing your body, which you were ok with too.

“Thank you.” he said, to your surprise. 

So he did appreciate you after all… You began to think that, actually, Kylo Ren and Ben Solo weren’t separate beings as you’d once thought and, in fact, the man you loved was still here. 

tbh we talk a lot about how chakotay/seven does an injustice to jc but i almost NEVER hear people mention how much of an overly-simplistic, sloppy ending it was for seven of nine? her entire story was about her pursuit of individuality, autonomy, and control over her own story, and in the last episode of the show virtually all of her conversations and conflicts center on chakotay. seven doesn’t even get a “last shot” of her own—she shares it with chakotay. and while there’s nothing wrong with that, per se, it seems pretty ridiculous for a woman whose arc was consumed by her own search for meaning and self last to be seen by the audience glancing adoringly at a man she began having feelings for approximately 3 seconds prior. it’s just. so lazy and sloppy and poorly-considered a way to conclude her story.

they jut resorted to the “and romance makes us human!” trope, and that was just disappointing for a character whose encounters with love were so much more complex and varied than her ending suggested.

It’s mind-blowing how quickly the American public forgets the details of the Korean War which was undoubtably a hegemonic pursuit for control over countries attempting to break out of the influence of global capitalism. While the three years in which the United States annihilated millions of Koreans are omitted from US national consciousness, for North Korea, it is genuinely nothing short of formative for present day articulations of ideological tenets and governmental priorities. This generational trauma shouldn’t be too hard to imagine for Americans given that the US completely shifted its foreign policy commitments/agenda and launched a full-scale military invasion that has now lasted over 16 years after just one terrorist attack that killed under 3000 people. 

Brave Little One. Part 3. (Rogers/Reader).

Summary: The one where Captain America refuses to sign the accords and the ink of your signature was practically already drying on the page.

Pairing: Steve/Reader (female pronouns)

Words: 1800+

A/N: I am so nervous about this one because I don’t know if I like it ahhhhhhhhhhh but anyway, here we go! Thanks for reading xxxx

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Natasha picked up on your fifth call; you and Steve standing in the street not far from where you saw her, thankfully, chatting with a man from the summit.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you yeah me, I thought you were dead.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes love, I’m fine. I got lucky.” You watched her look around, glancing for where you and Steve stood incognito. “I know how much Barnes means to you.” She wasn’t talking to you now, she was talking to the eavesdropping Steve who could hear her clearly with his stupid serum enhancements. “I really do, but stay home or you’ll make this worse for all of us, please.”

“Are you saying you’ll arrest me?”

“No but someone will if you interfere. That’s how it works now.”

“If he’s this far gone Nat, I should be the one to bring him in.” He tried. She sighed.

“Why?”

“Because I’m the least likely to die trying.” Your heart skipped a beat at that thought. He stopped the call, tossing your phone in the trash - rude but okay - as he connected hands with you. You went to reenter the cafe where Sam was waiting for the both of you but instead were pulled into a tight hug, and you completely melted into him.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s all been moving so quickly, we haven’t had a moment just by ourselves.” He pulled back, brushing a piece of hair from your face as he gave you that broken grin of his. “How are you feeling right now?”

“Scared as shit, but I’m okay.” You kissed him quickly, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just needed a moment with you to breath.” Your heart shuttered in your chest. You had to tell him, right now. If you didn’t, it would all just blow up in your face so you had to tell him right now. You opened your mouth, ready to watch your relationship fall to pieces but Sam caught his eye over your shoulder as he inclined his head to a waiting Sharon Carter. Fuck.

Sharon didn’t explain exactly how she got the information, just slid a folder in front of you with a single statement: “you’re gonna have to hurry, we have orders to shoot on sight.”

-

You had been searching for the Winter Soldier for a year, there was no way you were going to let Steve go by himself and potentially lose his best friend because you weren’t there to help. At least that’s what you told yourself. Truth was, you knew your deception could only last so long because he was about to be a fugitive of the state and you wholeheartedly agreed with the accords. You had let it go on too long as it was, especially because he thought you were in this together as always. You just had to be positive the accords were what you wanted, more than you wanted Steve because unfortunately, this time you couldn’t have both.

Sam took the high ground, perched on top of the building for a ‘bird’s eye view’ as he liked to put it while you stood on rooftop near the back of the building. You looked for all the world like a graffiti artist, no weapons in sight because you, well, were the weapon. It really helped the whole incognito thing. So far so good, nothing but a slight crackle from Steve’s mic to let you know he was in the same room as Bucky now and your heart sang for him. He had lost his other person, the only one who remembered the Steve before the serum and before the ice, and aliens, and robots. Now he was finding a version of his old friend who was still the same age as him.

“Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces, approaching from the south.” You turned your attention that way, watching as they fanned out to begin their search. Shit. “They’ve set the perimeter.” Steve was still radio silent. “They’re entering the building!”

“Geez Steve,” You mumbled to yourself, “at least acknowledge us somehow.”

“They’re on the roof. I’m compromised.” Steve’s comm crackled to life as you tried your best to continue to be nonchalant, even as the fighting started in your ears from Sam’s side. “Five,” Sam breathed, “Three, breach, breach, breach!”

Then it was on, grenades crashing through windows and the sounds of explosions but you didn’t dare interfere. If you were to go in there now, you’d be a liability. Steve would focus on you rather then the current objective and that wouldn’t help anyone.

“Baby, he’s headed your way!” You jumped, hearing Steve speak to you directly. Next thing you knew a black bag was landing to your left and a full, grown ass man was hurtling out the window and rolling onto the ledge.

“What the actual fuck, you’re just as reckless as Steve!” You admonished. Bucky met your eyes, recognizing you for a moment as he skid to a stop.

“You’re his girl.” He stated. Before you could respond, a man in a literal, honest to goodness cat suit went flying over the ledge and headed straight for Bucky who took off at lightning speed.

“Steve, we got an unidentified man in a freaking cat suit with little ears and everything, I’m not kidding!” You followed in pursuit, thankful that element control meant you could control the wind enough to make you levitate over the ground and ‘fly’ because these guys were quick and you’d been skipping leg day.

“Sam, southwest rooftop!”

“On my way, who’s the other guy?”

“Bout to find out!” You clocked Steve landing behind you, easily covering the distance as the cat-man and Bucky begin to fight. The shadow of a helicopter flew overheard, raining down bullets and you form a wall of rock to keep them from hitting. One slips through, bouncing off cat dude like it was nothing but giving Bucky enough time to escape claws of doom.

“Sam!” You call out, dropping your shield and joining Steve in pursuit of them once more. “Helicopter. Please.”

“Got it!” He sets the chopper off course, giving you enough time to get out of the way before they started firing again. What in the actual fuck was going on right now.

“Steve are they headed for the -.”

“Freeway? Yeah.” You groaned, landing from your hover as you both began to jump over cars and bringing a whole new meaning to parkour.

“Cover me.” He got your gist, grabbing your arm and propelling you a few cars up as he deterred the others from hitting you. You ripped the door open, smiling softly at the shocked male cop chasing down the rogue Bucky. “Sorry about this.”

You tossed him out, Steve grasping his arm and depositing him safely - minus a few bumps and bruises - before hopping into the passenger seat as Steve took the drivers.

“Okay, I have to tell you something right now because I am 100% afraid we are going to get murdered by psycho Hello Kitty and rogue cops.” You yelled, grasping onto the handle above the door as Steve took curves at mock 40. You glanced over at him, receiving a nod of approval and you shut your eyes tightly, begging yourself not to cry because you were literally in the middle of a fight.

“I’m going to sign the accords.” He slammed on the brakes, narrowly dodging a police car as he slid through a small gap all while looking at you in utter shock. “It’s the right thing to do Steve and you would agree if it weren’t for Bucky.”

“Are you kidding me?” Steve yelled, and you shied away. Steve never yelled at you. “What, a man’s life doesn’t matter to you? The fact that this is just an easy way for governments to have access to an elite team of enhanced humans and aliens alike to do their bidding doesn’t bother you? Bad guys won’t just go away because we do.”

“But we hurt people Steve, civilian people who don’t deserve it!”

“And how many do we save in the process? We’re not perfect. I’m not saying we’re remotely close but for fuck’s sake,” He exclaimed, eyes tearing up as he looked at you. “I’m doing this for more than Bucky, but you? You’re doing it to assuage your guilt in some misguided notion that you can atone for something you didn’t mean to do, and put any future mistakes onto someone else while ignoring taking responsibility for what you’ve already done.”

Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide as he dared to say you were trying to blame other people for what your abilities did. Were you guilty? Yeah, you’d fucked up long before you met Steve and continued to do so now but were you trying to blame someone else for it? No, because you could never do that - not when you knew how bad it hurt to carry it on your shoulders.

He didn’t flinch though, eyes unwavering on the road in front of him because even if he did feel bad for that last remark, he couldn’t take back anything else he said. He believed every word he uttered to you. A thud hit the back of your car, cat-man at it again as he clung on for dear life.

“Sam,” Steve cleared his throat to rid the anger, “I can’t shake this guy.”

“Right behind you.”

Sam swooped in, grabbing the man up but you watched in horror as he climbed Sam like a tree. Rubble started to fall around you and Steve grabbed your hand with one of his. You met his gaze slowly, fear in your eyes as you wondered how much hatred you’d see there.

“When I say jump, you jump.”

He might be on the opposing side of this now but you still trusted him more than anyone, as hurt by his words as you were. He wouldn’t let anything kill you though, so you steeled yourself for whatever he was about to do. Rubble had fallen in front of the exit, beginning to block it but Steve wasn’t slowly down and your palms started to sweat. He was going to hit it head on. The tip of the hood smacked into the rock, right as he yelled for you to jump. You both went out the driver’s side door, him lifting you over the rock as you used a gust of wind to propel you both out.

He kept running but you turned on your heel, hands out in front of you to catch falling rocks that could easily kill people if they were hit. The sirens blaring behind you told you the running was over for now, that you were about the have to surrender so you lowered the granite and turned to face the music. The cat-man’s mask was off and you recognized him as the man Nat was talking with earlier as Steve stood to Bucky’s side and Rhodey pointed hand rays at both sides.

“Walk over here slowly, no funny movements.” Rhodey commanded you and you rolled your eyes as a chest ray trained on your shirt. “I mean it.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Steve sighed, giving you the most heartbroken look you had ever seen in your life, “She’s on your side.”

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To be controlled in our economic pursuits means to be controlled in everything
— 

Friedrich Hayek  (1899-1992) Austrian economist 

Money is not merely a means of buying expensive cars and large screen televisions; it is the means to all of our ends.

The Cyclical Nature of Serial Killing

The trauma-control model of violent behaviour describes, in effect, the cyclical experience of serial offenders. Fantasies, possibly fuelled by pornography or alcohol, reinforce by ‘routine’ traumatisation of day-to-day living, keep the serial killer caught up in a self-perpetuating cycle of fantasies, stalking, and violence.

Contrary to some claims serial killers do not all wish to be caught, although some do and even allow themselves to be apprehended, one may argue that serial killers allow themselves to be caught because their need for recognition overwhelms their desire to remain hidden. Others may briefly experience a moment of clarity in considering their deeds and decide to end the killing. Although this has happened such behaviour appears to be rare. Edmund Kemper, after murdering several women in California, drove to Colorado, called the police, and told them he was the killer they were searching for. Kemper was accommodating enough to wait by the pay phone until the police arrived and arrested him.

Some serial killers can go on for many years and never allow their fantasies to become so consuming that they lose control of their surroundings and their ability to remain obscure. For the killer, the cycle becomes a never-ending pursuit of control over one’s own life through the total domination and destruction of others’ life.

In the words of some of the strategy’s strongest proponents, the goal is
“to create a worldwide network of frontier forts” with the U.S. military
serving as “the ‘global cavalry’ of the twenty-first century.” With as many bases as possible, the military hopes always to be able to turn from one nation to another if it is denied base access in a time of war.

While the reliance on smaller bases may sound preferable to the huge
bases that have caused so much harm and anger in places like South Korea and Okinawa, the construction of lily pads in an increasingly long list of nations including Ghana, Gabon, Chad, Niger, Equatorial Guinea, Senegal, Mali, Mauritania, Morocco, Tunisia, Algeria, India, Pakistan, Thailand, Aruba, and Poland, represents the growing militarization (and likely destabilization) of even larger swaths of the globe and a dramatic expansion of an imperial vision to dominate the world militarily. And, as the once “austere” base on Diego Garcia shows, installations that might start out as lily pads can quickly grow into massive behemoths…

While previous
empires generally sought to dominate as much of the globe as possible
through the direct control of territory, in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, the U.S. Empire has increasingly accomplished the same not only through economic and political tools but also through a global network of extraterritorial U.S. military installations that allow the control of territory vastly disproportionate to the land actually occupied.

Viewed geographically, one sees how the small-scale acquisition of territory for island bases has allowed the United States, like empires before it, to dominate large swaths of ocean territory upon which global trade and economic expansion relies. Coupled with a powerful navy, an island base provides the force to effectively rule areas of ocean and transiting military or commercial traffic. In the Pacifi c, controlling bases from Okinawa and Japan’s main islands to Guam and Pearl Harbor has allowed the U.S. Navy to make the ocean an “American lake.” Maintaining a base on Diego Garcia has helped the United States exert similar control in the Indian Ocean, particularly over oil traffic from the Persian Gulf. In the role that island bases and navies play in patrolling sea lanes and protecting oceangoing commerce, one sees a very direct way in which overseas bases undergird the economics of U.S. Empire.

Bringing us back to Iraq and Afghanistan, the base helps show how
these wars were not the aberrant actions of a single presidential administration but were instead, in important ways, the fulfi llment of a strategic vision for controlling a large swath of Asia and, with it, the global economy, dating to at least World War II (and signifi cantly advanced by Diego Garcia). As others have shown, the wars have significantly advanced the pursuit of U.S. control over Central Asian and Persian Gulf oil and natural gas supplies through the presence of hundreds of thousands of U.S. troops and private military contractors and the creation or expansion of bases in Pakistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Bulgaria, Poland, Romania, Qatar, Bahrain, Kuwait, Oman, the United Arab Emirates, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

Th e strategic logic of Diego Garcia, of using bases to control resource-rich regions, becomes even clearer when one considers reports that the United States has been exploring plans to develop a new base off the oil-rich west coast of Africa, in the Gulf of Guinea, on one of the islands of São Tomé and Príncipe. Currently, oil imports from the Gulf of Guinea account for 15 percent of the U.S. total. Many predict that the share will grow to 20 percent by 2010 and 25 percent by 2015. Continent-wide, the Council on Foreign Relations has suggested, “By the end of the decade sub-Saharan Africa is likely to become as important as a source of U.S. energy imports as the Middle East.” Indeed, this may have already come to pass. Looking at São Tomé, at least one U.S. official has described the proposed base as “another Diego Garcia.”

Th e story sounds eerily familiar: In July 2002, the Deputy Commanderin- Chief of the U.S. European Command visited the islands. The next month, then-President of São Tomé and Príncipe, Fradique de Menezes, told Portuguese television that he “received a call from the Pentagon to tell me that the issue [was] being studied.” He added, “It is not really a military base on our territory, but rather a support port for aircraft, warships, and patrol ships.” Since 2002, several U.S. companies, including Exxon-Mobil and Noble Energy, have won oil exploration concessions in the Gulf of Guinea. At the end of 2006, the military built a radar installation on the islands. Th e following March, 200 U.S. marines conducted four days of military exercises. Months earlier, the U.S. military announced the creation
of its first-ever “Africa Command” (AFRICOM) to oversee military
operations on the continent. Elsewhere, U.S. officials are considering the creation of or have already established bases in Algeria, Djibouti, Gabon, Ghana, Kenya, Mali, Nigeria, Senegal, and Uganda. Officials have repeatedly denied having any interest in a base on São Tomé.

—  Island of Shame: The Secret History of the U.S. Military Base on Diego Garcia by David Vine

We need to recognize this cycle of mistreatment we face from our parents in the name of “respect” and “sanskaar” for what it is: abuse.

We’re their stress balls and verbal punching bags when they’re stressed out. They hold our insecurities against us and shame the very bodies that came from their genes. They try to make us live their interpretation of who we are, and do not give us autonomy over our own lives- when you’re younger they try to dictate your hobbies and interests, when you graduate high school they try to dictate your choice of post-secondary education, they try to dictate your career, who to love, who to marry, when to marry, and even when to have children. They say the cruelest things to us and expect us to not get upset- if we get upset we are at fault, if we don’t respond we are at fault, if we try to explain ourselves we are at fault, if we apologize for something that isn’t even our fault in the first place, we are at fault.

They can use us as punching bags, but God forbid we ever express our dislike of something they do.

This is not about respect- as respect is something that is mutual. This is about dominance, this is about assertion, and this is abuse. 

They were treated like this by their parents and they see it as normal, and in turn we are seeing this as normal too. However, we cannot normalize this BS. We have to break the cycle so that our children and their children can know true respect, not abuse in the pursuit of dominance and control.

For long periods of human history there have been active forces penetrating our world that seek to keep humanity ‘asleep’ and distracted from themselves. Also, that these forces are aware of the true power of human consciousness and that the social power structures used to influence and manipulate the masses would collapse if true human potential were to be exercised. Therefore, in the pursuit of control and power certain forces active upon the Earth aim to artificially suppress the natural evolution of human consciousness.

Humanity is caught in a struggle and our consciousness is the battleground. It may come as unnerving news to some to hear that humanity is constantly being bombarded by forces and events beyond our control. This does not make us impotent however; all natural organisms are under the influence of external forces. Yet with humanity there are also other forces at work. These forces are deliberate, more often than not manmade, and manipulate with intent. They aim to persuade if possible, and coerce if necessary. It is these forces that seek to target the remaining spaces where humanity has a modicum of ‘free choice’ and ‘free will’. To some degree these forces are part of the requirements of civilization: to shepherd and organize a burgeoning population. Yet over and above this there exist exploitative forces that work against the laws of conscious evolution. It is these forces, and the need to overcome them, that form a core theme of our times.

The perpetual battlefield is what we know as our everyday lives: our education, our work, our leisure, our emotional and spiritual well-being, and our conscious thinking. Yet the armaments of this struggle are not guns, tanks, airplanes, bombs, or battle-cruisers. It is much more subtle than this. It is less hardware and more software. It is, in effect, a very silent war. And it is a war which, I hope to show, is even more important than the tragic physical scourges occurring on our beautiful planet. It is a war that targets not only the present but also the very long-term future(s) of our civilization. And it has been going on for as long as humankind has existed on planet Earth. What is this war? It is a battle for our minds – how we think. In short, it is the war of consciousness.

—  Kingsley L. Dennis in his book The Struggle For Your Mind: Conscious Evolution and the Battle to Control How We Think