As a kid, I used to think that mind control involved a crazed, mad scientist.  I used to imagine that this frightening figure had an assortment of mind altering drugs that he sprinkled on unsuspecting individuals to get them to conform to his dastardly whims.  After all, hypnosis and other mind control techniques were mainly used by the villains in cartoons, comedies, Star Trek, Twilight Zone, Outer Limits and Hitchcock dramas.  Needless to say, I was terrified.  While these programs gave me pause however, once I grew up, I was able to shake most of the damage they had done to me during my childhood—like being afraid to sleep without a light on.

Nevertheless, as I matured, I watched what can only be called the mind control of an entire group of people of varying ethnic, religious and cultural backgrounds.  I know, I know, very Sci-Fi of me.  At first, I considered it folly—you know, something to ponder but not to take seriously.  I was quite sure that I had moved passed the ridiculousness of believing that mind control could possibly be a reality until one day — Easter to be exact.  After purchasing candy, dying eggs, watching everyone head to their nearby church dressed to the nines on Easter Sunday with the little girls adorned in patent leather shoes, lacey dresses and floppy hats while the males were donned in suits and uncomfortable shoes, I knew I was on to something.

To my shock, I started noticing similar happenings on the fourth of July.   Everyone on my block came out almost in unison, fired up the Barbeque pit and entertained guests until darkness.  As soon as the sun went down, they proceeded to light fireworks for hours.  Once completed, they disappeared into their homes—a good time had by all.

I then noticed the same thing on Halloween.  Everyone scurried about in search of just the right costume.  Others made tough choices between candy and healthy snacks to be distributed.  Then, as darkness fell, the neighbors converged on one another’s properties, all dressed in various costumes, in search of candy.  Even though they already had massive amounts of candy in their own homes, they came out dressed and painted in search of their neighbors’ bounty.

Thanksgiving was similarly dealt with.  However, this one begins at the Supermarket level.  Everyone searches for, views and then purchases the same or similar items.  But, it would not stop there.  Just days later, they would be seated and eating the same meal.  Thousands, if not millions of people would be participating in this ritual as if under a spell.

Christmas is, by far, the worst offender of all.  People of all races, creeds and genders—who, by the way, cannot agree on much else during the course of any year—search for the perfect tree, bulbs for the tree, candelabras, nativity scenes, food and candy items and, most assuredly, the all important perfect celebratory gift.  No matter the religious and/or other affiliation, from one god to many, the sentiment is the same.  Don’t forget the gift.

Hmmm.

Is it possible that mind control is not so farfetched after all?  How else do you explain so many different groups of people doing the same things at the same time every year?  Like trained animals, we respond to the bells and whistles that we have been taught are important.  Instead of a strange powder, could holidays be the drug… the impetus used to control the masses?   Can anybody hear me?

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