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gentleman“The military men who dominate a modern technical society will be very different from the officers of history and tradition” – Harold D. Lasswell (1902-1978) from The Garrison State (1941).

garrison stateHere we summarize from Wikipedia: Lasswell was a “behavioral revolution” proponent. [1] Lasswell was credited with being the founder of the field of political psychology and was the man at which the concepts of psychology and political science intersected. [1] By utilizing psychoanalytic biographies of political leaders, he expanded the base from which potential evidence could be garnered. The benefit of this contribution is that he was able to engage in another method of research – content analysis. By being able to use preexisting data, he was in a position to show that his work was not purely positivist but also stepped into the realm of interpretivist as well – helping him to come together in studies of personality and culture in tandem with his political behavior research.

“We should reshape our society, so that we all would be trained from birth to want to do what society wants us to do. We have the techniques now to do it…The techniques of behavioral control make even the hydrogen bomb look like a child’s toy…Today’s behavioral psychologists are the architects and engineers of the Brave New World”. – Prof. James V. McConnell (University of Michigan’s Department of Mental Health Research) in “Criminals can be brainwashed Now”, page 74 Psychology Today April 1970.

“While almost no money has been invested to control the noise pollution that is driving residents of urban communities into neurotic conditions, money has been invested to explore the use of noise as a weapon. Dr. Giovanni Straneo of Italy has demonstrated that noise alters the heart beat, thickens the blood, increases the stomach’s flow of acid and constricts the blood flow in peripheral vessels. Because noises we do not hear affect us the most, the infrasonic range has been used to alter the natural rhythm of the brain.”- page 182/183 in Uncloaking the CIA.

Trained from birth to do what society wants us to do? Common Core programs anyone? A fine dose of Ritalin perhaps for you? Here is something interesting about “noise” shown below in this YouTube video.

Fortunately there is Bob Dylan the one man, a musician and a poet, who effected more change in fifty years than anyone would have ever imagined, the behavioral Sci-Fi boys and girls included.

Listen to the words from Bob Dylan in this song, The Times They Are A Changin’, sung 51 years ago! 

How about the lyrics of this song, A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall by Dylan shown below. Are we not living at the boundary of that view now?

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/hard-rains-gonna-fall#ixzz3jKuneDK2