CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #575
Back in the sixties when Star Trek debuted, you couldn't help but notice that the bridge of the Starship Enterprise was a multi-cultural, multi-national, multi-intelligent species sort of arrangement. It portrayed, to my impressionable young mind, an inevitable kumbaya, pluralistic future. It's only lately that I've come to understand how naive that world view was. I now see
that human nature, particularly during times of stress, becomes tribalistic, not pluralistic. Which is neither good nor bad.
It's probably just how we're wired, a survival mechanism baked into our DNA. Under pressure, the prime directive is to protect
the tribe. Genetically, that makes perfect sense. Human beings without a tribe tend to starve or get eaten. Now I don't want to cast aspersions, or "throw shade" as the kids like to say, but I would like to point out one thing I find painfully obvious: He's not in your tribe. He's not in my tribe. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see he belongs to no tribe. And he never really has. He actually hates and fears us so much he's compelled to control us. Or destroy us. Turn down all the noise for a moment. Examine his entire life, consider his history of allegiances, and tell me I'm wrong.
Happy Holidays!