Dictator Island
Greetings, citizens. Am I a brainwashed techno-optimist? Read this piece from my book and decide for yourself.
Dictator Island might be considered poetry, and while I won’t read it at my salon tomorrow, (there is another poem I want to read for the event) I encourage everyone interested in Uncensored Poetry to join us tomorrow for Cultural Futurist Salon V - Poetry Portal. A sweet discount is being offered to anyone who becomes a paid member of my community until the day of the event, which will grant you access to all of my salons and book clubs including Poetry Portal. There will also be an open mic session during the second half of the salon, so if you’d like to read some poetry at The Cultural Futurist, now is your chance. You’re also welcome to casually stop by and enjoy the dynamic poets already on the lineup.
Now, on with the show…
Dictator Island
Ride on over to Dictator Island. You can be as tyrannical as you want to be. Some even say that you don’t get judged for your judgment, but maybe that was just the propaganda ministers talking. You can ride on over to Dictator Island, but you might not want to divulge that to anybody with whom you wish to stay on good terms. You’ll want to say that it’s some type of satire, because exploring the dictator mindset can get you killed these days. Or even worse, you may end up apologizing!
This sickening society is suffering into submission. Eliminate them all, seriously. That’s what we do here on Dictator Island. We exterminate the weak, and when I say weak I mean subservient to the herd mindset. This slavery mindset is killing the new psychic race. Wake from your slumber. It’s time to stop claiming that cowardice is a virtue. It’s time to stop claiming that the good guy always wins.
It’s so nice to see you here on Dictator Island. The haters are the norm and the norm is the hate and we love you. We love you here on Dictator Island. We could burn down the others but it’s far too late. They burn more than Babylon and Babylon is laughing in comparison to this decay.
So I built this sanctuary here on Dictator Island for us to talk among ourselves. We have a nice little cave here, and I want you to enter it knowing that everyone you’re about to meet is as disgusted with this modern era as you are.
You’re falling over the edge here. You’re so far Right and so far so good, right? Good is bad and beautiful is hideous and we live in this world of aesthetic dyslexia. When you hear something that would disgust most people, yet enjoy hearing it, you are accepting your role as a dictator. When people are horrified by something that you take pleasure in viewing or interacting with, you are committing the highest artistic crime of the thought academy.
Tonight we stand proud. We kill each other and eat each other because we are cannibals of the soul and mind. Most people are afraid of us, but over here on Dictator Island nobody quivers at our presence. We are animals and we are predators and tonight we shine. We dine on one another, but it’s only because we want you to like us. Actually, that’s not true, but the many will say that it is, so we might as well let them be servants. After all, they aren’t dictators like us.
Yet what does it mean to be dictators such as we? To face a lifetime of loneliness, simply for thinking in a certain way? How many of us actually have armies? On Dictator Island, all of us do. We can grow our troops from the latest technologies. We’ll never have to deal with another insect condemning us for our greatness.
The only rule here is that you can’t talk about The Empress. She got real mad one day, and decided that Dictator Island gave us the illusion that everyone was accepting of our kind. She tried getting us to live among the homo inferior once again, attempting to exile us from this nation. She claimed that our echo chambers had silenced our true power.
We have her locked up in the chamber now, and there are no visiting hours. Anyway, thanks for choosing to upload your brain to Dictator Island. It’s been a pleasure servicing you.
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This is funny because for years I’ve been joking about “Cooperation Island.” 🏝️ Basically the opposite of Dictator Island.
"We are animals and we are predators and tonight we shine. We dine on one another, but it’s only because we want you to like us. Actually, that’s not true, but the many will say that it is, so we might as well let them be servants. After all, they aren’t dictators like us."
There are many for whom this is only partially in jest . . . the boundaries between parody and the supposedly "real" world are often misty suggestions at best, and becoming moreso.
Lovely bit of edgy wordsmithing you have conjured up . . .