Trained to heed at whiplash speed its shepherd's every beck and call a rigorously-mis-if-informed-at-all conditioned-to-never-question drilled-to-mindless-perfection conformity-addicted flock is one which is by design not simply beset with cognitive rot but is from all indications unable to exercise critical thought; is as if from some sinister fable a flock whose mesmerized members are as a matter of Pavlovian course the sort of invaluable fabulously malleable well-behaved slaves who're inarguably key to the scheming criminocracy at large and in charge in its ceaseless push to shape and orchestrate opinion by insidiously triggering exquisitely predictable emotions in a meticulously brainwashed populace finely programmed to lie wide open to even the most painfully obvious of its treacherous shepherd's manipulative methods.
Thanks for hammering it home to your readers. It certainly rubbed off on me, and it's right up there with psychopathocracy, technopathocracy, euthanocracy and glafia.
This poem was revised on August 17, 2026.
Yes, the manipulation is all so "painfully obvious" for the unprogrammed. Good to see the term "criminocracy" gaining some cultural momentum...
If the word fits, wear it.
Thanks for hammering it home to your readers. It certainly rubbed off on me, and it's right up there with psychopathocracy, technopathocracy, euthanocracy and glafia.
There needs to be a spoken word version.
Preferably by Snoop Dogg.
Fire, again x
Fo shizzle!