When the Matrix was released in 1999, 2 years before 9-11, people already had a feeling that something was wrong with reality. The younger generation was just beginning to see the cracks in the rose colored glasses worn by the baby boomers. The year 2000 was looming talk of Y2K convinced many that global disaster was likely and eminent.
It was the end of the world as we knew it, but we were supposed to feel fine.
Another film this new generation would find themselves connecting with that year was Fight Club. A film that warned of the systematic feminization of men. A feminization and consumerism that originated from the baby boomers in academia and on Madison ave that had spent decades methodically reducing the men of this country into the hapless inept beta males depicted in their propaganda. Fight club poked that bear that had been lulled to sleep inside the souls of many young men. Several real fight clubs even flared up all over the country as testosterone starved men began to question the archetype of the 90s man that had been crafted for them and the logical conclusion that road would lead to.
And then on September 11th 2001, before the culture shift could really make any headway, the country was traumatized by images of death and destruction on a scale never seen before on our soil broadcast live on channel after channel 24 hours a day 7 days a week. The fight or flight mechanism of the country was drowned in an endless ocean of rage and confusion. Inseminated with a frenzied patriotism so intense that even some of the best among us lost the ability to distinguish the red from the blue pill.
As you can see by looking around us today, many did take the blue pill. The righteous fury has now subsided, faded away and left us only with feminized men, directionless women, and a culture in ruins. A culture built on coping mechanisms, escapism and endless pharmaceuticals. There are still those that escaped the indoctrination that look back at these warnings, these prophetic allegories whose messages were so germane that they would be permanently burned into our modern lexicon. They look back and they long for a time that has been swallowed up forever by the appetites of powerful and the negligence of the gluttons they have descended from.
While examining the meaning of these warnings it should not be forgotten that the most important scenes in these films weren’t about the awakening itself. That was inevitable and simply the beginning, the first act. That part of the story is coming to a close. It’s what happens next that will define these new generations that have been burdened with aftermath of their mothers and fathers inaction, indecision or delusion. Endless injustices for which there are very few antidotes.
These young men are now grown up. The torch is finally being wrestled from the grip of the baby boomers. The summer of love that exists only in their increasingly senile minds and has been exposed for the reckless naivety and hedonism it really was. The undisciplined drug fueled devouring and bastardization of our culture at the hands of these people is finally being threatened by those that have resisted the programming, but they are not the only contenders determined to shape the future. There are also those masses of their blue pilled counterparts. Slaves who do not wish to be freed.
Or, to quote the film:
The Matrix is a system, That system is our enemy. But when you’re inside, you look around. What do you see. Business men, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system, and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect it.