The Myth Of Identity Theft: Creating a Catalogued Society

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The Myth Of Identity Theft: Creating a Catalogued Society

Jon Rappoport | March 4 2005

We've seen it happen many times. A word, a term, a phrase comes out of nowhere (very hard to track its real origin) and is used widely.

People accept it. Advertisements play with it. It's all over the news.

You know. Once upon a time there were people who owned websites. They wrote and posted material. They wrote their own news. They wrote editorials. Suddenly, they're all bloggers. It's a category. Mainstream news plays with the word. Are bloggers good? Are they bad? Should we give them credence? Are they crazy?

It's convenient for the press to talk about bloggers. With that single word in tow, the mainstream can proceed to take the high ground and offer sage evaluations.

Consider IDENTITY THEFT.

You have a plastic card. You use it to make purchases. In times past, you wrote lots of checks. Now you write fewer checks. You use less cash.

It's a card. It has numbers on it. Your name is on it.

Then, someone gets those numbers and goes on a buying spree.

Is the card your IDENTITY?

Has your IDENTITY been stolen?

Or has the CARD been stolen? Were the NUMBERS on the card stolen?

IDENTITY THEFT smacks of a Phil Dick science fiction novel.

You were walking around in a park during a lunch break, and all of sudden the people in the park you knew didn't recognize you. They called you by a different name. Over near the hot dog cart, there was a guy with a long beard. People were addressing him by your name. They were talking to him about the Lakers. He knew everything you knew about basketball. They were talking to him about his wife Carol. And the kids. Tony and Mike. YOUR WIFE AND YOUR KIDS.

When you went back to the office after lunch, the guy with the beard was sitting in your chair going through the reports you wrote.

Now that's something approaching IDENTITY THEFT.

Unless you really want to believe that a plastic card is so close to you and what you are that it's you.

Suppose your house burned down to the ground. Everything you and your family had in the house was charred beyond recognition. The house you'd lived in for twenty years was gone. The firemen call it arson.

Would you call that identity theft?

Would anyone else?

I don't think so.

But there is a kicker. The people who run this society are moving closer and closer to a full-on identification of every human who lives and breathes and walks and talks. (To say nothing of tracking devices.)

The MASTER FILE is being created and expanded.

This op, from the point of view of control, has everything to do with IDENTITY.

It IS a science fiction novel. Except it's happening.

The goal is to bring you under the overall umbrella.

If you can't be identified by their system, you fall outside the pale. You don't exist, in a forceful sense.

In order for this system to work, people at large need to accept the markers of identification as real, as meaningful.

And what better way than to forge a link (in the mind) between a piece of plastic and your IDENTITY. WHO YOU ARE.

So in ads and news stories, we get actors and citizens making the all-too familiar remarks. "I realized my card was missing. Then I found out somebody I didn't even know was buying things with my card. It was all being charged to my account. I FELT VIOLATED. I FELT INVADED. SOMEONE HAD TAKEN MY IDENTITY."

It's preparation for the Identity Society, where you have to submit to a string of procedures in order to "exist."

Purchasing power is a great inroad. People shop and buy. And consume. And shop more and buy more. Yes, you can actually get people to go along with the crazy idea that the theft of their plastic is the theft of their identity.

I believe, if you go back far enough, you'll discover that the term ID originally meant IDENTIFICATION and not IDENTITY.

Identity is where the rubber of metaphysics meets the road of the physical.

And of course you continue to exist and you have whatever identities you want to have, regardless of the whereabouts of your Visa or MC.

And no, you can't really become Robert DeNiro if you sign up for an American Express piece of plastic.

"My AMEX card was stolen. I feel like I just lost my soul, and I hope DeNiro is okay. Somebody should check up on him."

I assure you, back in the day when the Diner's Club card and a gasoline card were all the rage, their theft didn't prompt anyone to whine about his identity being stolen. Between then and now, a whole lot of propaganda has gone down. And people have bought into it, to a far greater degree than they buy into Amazon and E-Bay products.

It's all preparation, folks, for the day when everyone thinks that the very soul is nothing more than plastic.

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