Possessor. More fact that fiction?

Croenberg’s film, Posessor, is high-concept and stylish, the only two qualities I really care about in film these days. It’s a portrait of an assassin, a remote assassin, who possesses unsuspecting individuals who live and work near the target. Once inhabiting the mind of the possessed, she kills, and then is killed. Rather the possessed is killed, and she returns to her body. Science fiction, surely. Or is it? The spate of school shootings has me curious. Similarities as to the abnormally high kill rate and body language make me wonder whether technological possession is already a reality, and in use today.

This is pure speculation. But watch footage of the Uvalde killer, the Nashville killer, Sandy Hook, and others. They stalk the halls with purpose, no emotion. There is the shadow of the professional in their movements that doesn’t seem possible in these young men and women. Their kill rates are high, accurate. They shoot out glass doors as they walk towards them and step through without hesitation. There is the inhuman lack of hesitation in killing children, an inhumanity that could only be the product of training. Contrast this with amateur school shootings, the ones where no one is killed, or one or two, and the killer is easily subdued as he mentally and emotionally implodes on the scene.

Pure speculation, but something to consider. We live in an age of great technological evil, surely it’s not inconceivable that, were this technology to exist, our government or a private entity would use it for evil designs? Think about it. And once you do, you won’t stop.

Lockdowns were an attack on the fundaments of our collective spirit

We, the human race, do not and cannot exist as isolated, atomized individuals. We need each other, man and woman, old and young. We exist as a collective whole and can hardly exist as anything but. But the lockdown orders of 2020 struck at the root of this togetherness in such a way that has never before been attempted. It struck at the root of what it means to be human, and so we withered as individuals because we were isolated and made to feel shame for yearning for the togetherness that our spirit commands us to pursue. Not just economic activity, but all interpersonal activity was in the crosshairs, and we suffered like we’ve never suffered before. The collective organism that we call humanity was maimed. As I return to all the news clippings of police raids on churches, brawls and murders over a piece of face cloth, screaming matches amid aisles lined with Chinese-made garbage, I see the evidence of a mortally wounded collective spirit. With the lockdown orders and taboos against congregation in the rear view mirror, can we as a species rebuild and revive this collective spirit, or is it too late?