Today, for a change, a slightly trickier question. If the definition of psyborg is this:

‘digital entity that consists of a tension field between three brain generators, specifically the talk generator, the think generator and the visual cortex and that is externally fed by a parasitic network’ – well, that would be my definition of the ‘psyborg’, a kind of psychological guarantor entity that pretends to always first work ‘for the common good’ and receives its commands via the Internet and other media from Central Command‘ – Isn’t that already a definition of the normalcy-cramping?

Yes and no is the answer. If you look at something like autism you can see very well why the answer is both yes and no.

The psyborg, especially nowadays, very often thinks of himself as ‘an autist’ because he just naturally behaves like a machine. But the difference with a real autist is that

Uno) The psyborg is socially adept.
Due) The psyborg makes an effort for ‘the good cause’ (an autist doesn’t do that unless you tell him to).
Tres) The psyborg must constantly consume his NLP commands through the media.

So no, the psyborg is far from being an autist, it’s more like a perfect civil servant-psychopath like Rutte is, a borg-like entity who knows how to control and manage the air wherever he goes.

Of course, they like to pretend to be autistic, because playing the victim is the modus operandi of the modern parasite.

An autist is out of place, a psyborg fits in very well with the rest. The two are absolutely not to be confused for someone with a clear view.

So what is this so-called ‘normalcy cramp’? If we look at poetry, the picture becomes clear: poetry must serve the community by producing comprehensible poems on topics suggested by Central Command. The ‘normalcy-cramping’ is the psyborg’s red book, in which he can read how things should be done and who deserved the prizes this year.

The psyborg is the entity, the normalcy-cramping the modus operandi, the bible of the psyborg. We know how it is done here. We have always done things this way here.

Universally present

So the answer is that the psyborg and the normal overcramp belong together. The ‘madman’ is a modern invention – Foucault’s thesis on psychiatry went completely unanswered – but the fact is that depression, ADHD and all those other labels do not exist in nature. There is no ‘mental’ versus ‘physical’. Your brain is not sick. What is sick is the system that tries to make you believe that the dystopia you have to live in and that makes you feel so bad is caused by your illness.

Normalcy is the only true mental illness

Of course, there are some people in whose brains something is wrong. But there are not that many of them. The majority of ‘sick people’ are people who don’t want to be part of the rat race or the dystopia, and who have let themselves be told that their brains don’t work and that they have to take drugs. Drugs that reach the genetics of other people and animals through the groundwater.

How do you recognise a normalcy-cramping?

Incredibly simple. The person is between 40 and 50 years of age and has written two lazy thin books, on which he or she only did her best in an extremely formal sense. Yet, despite the fact that nobody reacted enthusiastically to this lazy achievement, this person believes that he must present himself as a ‘poet’ to others online.(*) Do you see the pattern already? Laziness is exactly the archetypal characteristic of the normalo.

Too lazy to develop a taste for music, so he spends his whole life listening to what teenage time taught him.

Too lazy to write an oeuvre, so he suddenly turned out to be a performance artist, although he reads everything out loud, mumbling.

And you could go on like that for a while. For people in a state of normalcy, literature is just a game; it’s about having a good time together. Do you recognise that? Oh yes, the ‘recognisability’ and the ‘recognisable’, again flags to mock the psyborg and his normalo cramp.

Had Prince also only written 10 songs when he was 50?

No, of course not. When a warrior chooses something, he gives it his full strength. Those who aspire to be warriors cannot but consider normalo cramping to be the most serious illness: it is precisely what makes you small, insignificant and interchangeable as an artist.

Why are these people so half-assed, so lazy?

It has nothing to do with talent. It has everything to do with the idea that they are immortal.

They have never managed to do anything significant because they believe they are immortal. Time to them is not a precious substance but something cheap they can waste, for example by sitting in front of a television night after night.

For immortal beings, time is something you can waste.
For warriors, time is the most precious thing because they are aware that death can strike any moment.

It is most easy to recognise who is a psyborg by investigating their attitude towards time. Not by asking them, because the psyborgs are always, always busy. Very busy! They will be the first to acknowledge time is incredibly precious. But then you look at reality, their actions. They hang around a television every night with the cheapest shit ever on it. Time is precious? What a bunch of assclowns.

(*) The word poet can be changed here at will into e.g. ‘professor’ or ‘programmer’ or any other title. A literary critic who wrote two thin books when he is already fifty? Etc.