The real conspiracy


I have never understood why those who cannot resist the charm of conspiracy theories, instead of dealing with unverifiable cases—the moon landing, 9/11, the Pluto-Jewish cabal, and so on—do not instead focus on conspiracies that are right before everyone's eyes, for centuries if not even millennia.
I am referring to the petty, cowardly, insidious, and criminal brainwashing inflicted upon children and youngsters for religious, patriotic, military, or political purposes.
Who the fuck would think, in adulthood, of believing in kingdoms of heaven and final judgments, in the supremacy over populations living in territories beyond arbitrarily drawn borders, in supreme reasons to get oneself killed, in fallacious systems of government, if such beliefs were not planted in individuals' heads when their minds are in their formative stage, still vulnerable and unable to assess what is best for their own well-being?
I believe it is the most squalid and heinous collective crime that has been and continues to be committed on a global scale. A piece of filth against which everyone, having suffered it, should rebel. And from which, above all, we should keep our kids safe.
Paradoxically, it is often the very same parents who offer their children as a sacrifice on the altar of social convenience. The same parents who might get indignant if their kids get a failing grade in math. The shame of a bad grade, no; fraud and mental manipulation, yes. Crazy. An outrage for which I can find few acceptable justifications, but many sordid motivations.
The time for awakening has come: conspiracy theorists of the world, unite! Leave aside your useless speculations on unverifiable topics and point the finger at this most obvious carnage. Finally fight for a better world. Save our youth from organized and legalized plagiarism, whether mystical or secular.
Future generations will thank you. If you care about being remembered for choosing the right side of history, this is your moment.

This post was machine-translated from Italian.

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