Control

While eating lunch at Pret-a-Manger on Broad St. a while back, I read the following in "2012: The Return of Quetzacoatl" by Daniel Pinchbeck:
“I saw how corporate symbols and signs--whether Nike swoosh, McDonald’s arches, or policeman’s badge--drew their energy from a negative occult realm, binding us in a lackluster paradigm that puts prison bars around our possibilities. We are not innocent victims, however, but willing collaborators in this lockdown.”
A couple of minutes later, I was walking by the New York Stock Exchange up the street. The GIGANTIC American flag they use to drape the facade was covered over by a gigantic ad for Vonage, the internet/telecom company, which was having an IPO. It depicted a guy facing away from us on a rooftop, gazing out over the city. A giant hand twice the guy’s size wields a phone jack on a wire and appears to be jacking it into the guy’s head.
It’s clear--Vonage wants to control us, by making us man-machines, or trying to get us used to being implanted. Or something not good, anyway.
(Speaking of “control,” while listening to Coast to Coast last night, within the space of 20 minutes there were three commercials that used that word prominently, as in "get control of your finances" or "get control of your bladder").
(I just realized I gave a free plug to an up-scale fast-food joint in the first sentence. They must have put something in the food! haha)