Invisibly Fenced

Every protest sign you’ve ever waved, every petty theft you bragged about, every mask you wore — it’s all been scraped up, timestamped, and tucked in a file with your name on it. Doesn’t matter if you called it civil disobedience, harmless rebellion, or just youthful stupidity. You were noticed. America’s surveillance state isn’t a guard tower and barbed wire; it’s a mansion rigged like Willy Wonka’s factory — a candy-colored panopticon of bait and hidden cameras. The real prize isn’t catching you red-handed — it’s testing who you become when you think you’re invisible.
Broken Windows policing didn’t die with Giuliani’s New York; it metastasized. The idea that minor crimes signal bigger rot? Now it justifies a dragnet that hunts memes, phone pings, and moral slip-ups. Every unlocked door, every lootable Target, every liquor cabinet cracked during a riot — bait. See who steals, who doxxes, who brags. The walls watch. The house takes notes.
And this mansion is wired to your head. A real fence is expensive; an invisible one is cheap. Pavlov knew this: one zap and the dog learns the line. America’s shock collar is the same. Every Ring doorbell, Nest cam, loyalty card, smart TV mic — all hoovering up your data, freezing your worst impulses for the day you matter. That drunken riot you livestreamed at 21? It sits cold-stored, ready for quantum computing to revive it when you run for office, land a government job, or just get too loud. It’s not pre-crime — it’s permanent crime insurance.
It’s easy to tell yourself this is just China’s social credit system — but the American version is more diabolical. Here, every tribe wants the fence. The Right wants it to crush anarchists and migrants. The Left wants it to snare January 6th rioters and trolls. Nobody wants to cut the wires — they just want the shock button. That’s how you get 340 million people to stay in line with four million cops, soldiers, and spooks: you make everyone their own warden, a hive of unpaid informants.
It’s old too. Hoover’s FBI had the prototype: COINTELPRO, secret files to blackmail MLK, Fred Hampton, the Panthers. The Stanford Prison Experiment, MKUltra, mind control ops — all real. That architecture didn’t vanish; it scaled up. Now it’s Palantir, Amazon Rekognition, “predictive policing,” a cold case lab waiting for your soul to weigh heavy enough to tip Ma’at’s scale.
Leaks didn’t kill it. Snowden, Assange, the WikiLeaks cables — they didn’t shut the machine down. They made you respect the fence. They showed you the collar. They broadcast the dragnet because a monster you can see is more effective than one you can’t. You start triple-checking your words, your DMs, your gait in an airport. You become your own surveillance op. They can’t post soldiers on every block — so they build the perimeter in your skull.
This is the real genius: you’re not the hero in a rebellion. You’re a lab rat in an open-air experiment. Every door you test, every moral slip you rationalize, every shiny bait you grab — logged. And when the moment comes, the shock collar doesn’t have to bark. It just zaps you back inside the fence you forgot was there.
America’s not a prison camp; it’s a behavioral panopticon humming quietly under your feet, its files never closing. You tell yourself you’re free because you can rant online. But the moment you act like you believe it — the file opens, the buzz hits, and you remember: the fence was always on.

Видео Invisibly Fenced канала The Chris Abraham Show Podcast