my comment ; The Man In The High Castle" film

my comment;

They have made so many stories out of Philip K. Dicks stories .... it sets one to wonder about what is happeneing today ....
If you imagine a successful secular world which is against the monoteistic Abramic religions ..... and specifically what is happening with the Uighur population today .... you may get my drift.....

I read the book called "The Man In The High Castle" some time ago ...... written by Philip Kindred Dick in which the recent history of the second world war is reversed, and following on that train of thought you can imagine a world governed by the efficient Orientals who have managed to take over whole civilizations and are governing it ........ Chinese style.

The masses are kept in their place by facial recognition technologies and other Stasi methods; and surveillance is everywhere, the only thing that comes in the way of world government is "faith" in a superior intelligence which gives hope of a better future ...... we know this story well .... it has happened in Egypt with the prophet Moses and in Rome with the early Christians.

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