noun: culture; plural noun: cultures
the arts and other manifestations of human intellectual achievement regarded collectively.
"21st century popular culture"
synonyms: the arts, the humanities; etc.
a refined understanding or appreciation of culture.
"men of culture"
synonyms: intellectual/artistic awareness, education, cultivation, enlightenment, discernment, discrimination, taste, refinement; etc.
the customs, arts, common beliefs, social institutions, dogma and systems of indoctrination among a particular nation, people, or other social group or sect.
As a tool of mass societal engineering, as well as influence upon the imagination of the individual, culture is more often a mechanism of the propagandist than the individual. Indeed, the modern myth of culture is a symptom of the epidemic of civilization, a collective condition which leads us back to the cardinal principle of politician, priest, and animal trainer alike: cultivation.
Cultivation is domestication, and domestication is control. Culture is a myth; a construct used to wrangle the divine spark of the creative spirit and slow its evolution. Destroy the myth of culture within, before it destroys you without.
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Gus walked out of the station first, the rain was still pouring hard on the lit-up night. A thick mist was visible in the neon filled night, almost all the roads were nearly barren save for a couple of passing ground cars and late night workers. Although Gus enjoyed the night time more than the day, he didn't like it too much when it rained. His coat could only do so much when the weather got really bad like this, but he supposed it wouldn't be too bad tonight considering he was mostly gonna be driving tonight.
Senny walked out of the station with a slightly annoyed look on his face, Gus could already tell what his partner was thinking. "Lemme guess, we gotta drive to the Cafinite Night Dine for a few refills for the night first, right?" Senny flipped a 150* credit coin to Gus and walked out to the car where the downpour seemed to be at it's worse. Gus whistled at the coin in his hand, "I guess a few is not the right word for this case." Gus walked over to the car and pulled out his I.D key, the lock beeped and clicked open for him while he looked around to see if there were any cars or other vehicles around the parking grid. No vehicles of any kind were coming nor going, so he and his partner were ready to head out for the night.
"Hey Gus?" Senny asked while he pulled out a CigRet for him. "What do you think about the homicide?"
"I think it has a lot to do with all that political crap, you know Sen?" He flipped on the wind shield wipers and pulled out of the parking slot, he pressed a button on the wheel and the rear-view mirrors were adjusted accordingly. "I would bet you anything that it was most definitely a hired hit, and the trail is being covered up to pin the blame on someone else. Hey, maybe the order could have come from someone up in the high table." He drove out of the grid and activated the car's Siren I.D for their night-shift.
"Gus, the high table thing might be a little far-fetched for this. I could see your point if it was a commander or admiral or someone with high rank in the corps, but as far as we know this was just another homicide and the victim was only related to someone of a high rank."
"Well it's possible the culprit had threatened him and any person that was of relation to the victim. I mean, don't you think this could have something to do with blackmail or some other kind of scandal for anyone in politics or the army or some such thing? I think it might be."
"The members of the high table work to balance the economy, stabilize our society, and build our culture. They're not mobsters or some secret government with a conspiracy to enslave everyone, or control everything we do in the world." Senny was starting to think that Gus was spending too much of his free time watching documentaries on conspiracies and sleepers from other galaxies, and he wondered whether drinking might be better for him at home or not.
Gus knew a lot about the high table of Prime-Star, and he was well informed on the current state of the system, as well as the political history of the stars. But he was also too quick to judge a case when someone was threatened or even murdered because of supposed propaganda or any other crap. There was no doubt in Senny's mind that this was an exception to some of Gus's profiles on political related homicide, but he was still a little annoyed about having to hear it so much and Gus could see that.
The Night Dine practically bloomed in the headlights and the aroma of Cafinite and some baked goods flowed out the front door, a man wearing a lift uniform walked out of the Night Dine and popped a sleep away pill in his mouth.
The two detectives pulled up to the lot and turned on their C.P.U’s (City Patrol Updaters), and stepped out of the car. Both of them quickly getting drenched in the downpour pounding the entire city, with their coats not helping much in keeping them from getting a little cold.
The night was young and glittered with sparking lights in the rainy, misty city. It was time for those cups of Cafinite and a few other things to keep the two going tonight.
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A great specter is looming over the art world: the specter of Inter|Sekt. For far too long we have watched the artists of our generation turned into a disposable commodity, bought and sold by the galleries, stifled in their expression by the tastes of the art consultants who purchase pieces on behalf of financially minded clients who want a "solid investment".
They have been amalgamated into schools, said schools are a device of gallerists and art historians to divide and conquer the creatives and free thinkers.
For we live in a nation which thinks itself to be free yet is not, they expect the same of their artists.
Our culture has been raped and plundered by the upper echelon, picked apart and sold by the same greed mongers who claim to be it's patrons. The tool which has most effectively stunted the growth of modern American art in particular is the clever indoctrination of this idea of schools to not only the art student but anyone whom even reads a brief survey of the history of art sees that it is broken up into these categorized schools; the philosophies of these various sects creates conflict, division, and ultimately destruction of the morale and submission to the established order. Thus rendering the creative spirit confused and useless.
This helps curb the rebellious spirit of the average citizen outside of the art world in other spheres of society.
Art history is a lie and galleries are dens of thieves!
Inter|Sekt is not destroying the schools or the galleries, we are simply showing you they were never real, at least not in a world outside of that constructed by academics to sell text books to art students.
The reign of the gallerists and art consultants is over when you want it to be.
From the ashes of the indoctrinated schools of every form of art shall arise The New World Creative.
-Steven Lee Matz-
The inter|sekt manifesto