Colonel Mustard's Common Sense Special: The "Honor" at the Honor Farm and Who's Really in Control
Well, butter my biscuit and call me a philosopher—Colonel Mustard here, ready to serve up a heaping helping of truth with a side of spicy reality. Let's talk about the "Honor Farm." You know, that place where the justice system slaps a fancy name on a prison farm to make it sound like summer camp for misfits. The irony? The folks inside might just be the only ones with actual honor in the whole mess.
See, if you ended up at the Honor Farm, chances are "Your Honor" in the courtroom had about as much honor as a used car salesman at a lemon lot. Nine times out of ten, the people locked up there are more like lotus flowers—rising out of the mud, blooming with dignity while everyone else is busy slinging dirt. The real "honor" is earned by those who survive the system, not by the ones who dole out the sentences.
But here's the kicker: many of these folks think they're in control of their own destinies, maybe even their own buttholes (pardon the bluntness, but let's call a spade a spade). They walk around believing, "I got myself here, I'll get myself out," never stopping to wonder if there's a bigger hand stirring the mustard jar behind the scenes. They don't even consider that our government might have the kind of reach and control that programs like MK Ultra, Project Sun Streak, or Project Bluebird hint at—mind control, secret experiments, and all that shadowy stuff.
Most people just can't wrap their heads around it. They think, "Mind control? That's spy movie nonsense!" Meanwhile, the CIA could be running the world's weirdest puppet show, and most folks would just shrug and say, "Well, it's the CIA, better look the other way and pretend we didn't see anything." It's the ultimate gaslighting at a societal level—training us all to dismiss the absurd, ignore the wild stories, and call anyone who speaks up "crazy."
And that's exactly what predators and abusers count on. They groom not just individuals, but entire communities, making "normal" a trap that keeps us blind to the truth. They want us to roll our eyes and doubt the people brave enough to speak out. The more we ignore the absurd, the easier it is for monsters to hide in plain sight.
Meanwhile, when someone finally calls a hotline or reaches out for help, they're met with scripts and checklists that don't fit real life. "Are you in immediate danger?" "Well, sort of, but—" "Sorry, we can't help unless you say the magic words." It's like ordering a pizza and getting a lecture on crust types instead of a lifeline. The system is so focused on "normal" that it forgets trauma doesn't come with a multiple-choice test.
And let's not forget the old "just following orders" baloney. Whether it's a sheriff taking illegal instructions from the CIA or a hotline worker sticking to the script, common sense says: if you know it's wrong, don't do it. You can't wash your hands of mustard stains—you're responsible for what you serve. The "my boss made me do it" excuse doesn't cut it when the bread hits the toaster.
Here's where it gets even spicier: people will take 30, 40, even 60 years for a murder they didn't commit, just so the CIA can keep using their people for their own land grabs and dirty work. When a body finally turns up, someone takes the fall—because the CIA can't get caught committing crimes, that would just be silly. So, the system bends over backward for them, hoping for leniency on other charges for other people. But who's really winning here? The only ones getting screwed are the folks who say the government doesn't have that much control, then turn around and do the bidding of shadowy programs, all while being silenced and promised leniency if they keep quiet or get busted again.
This whole charade keeps the secret safe, but nobody would be going to jail if the truth came out—that these people are being used and controlled by those who break the law in the first place. If the law itself is the problem, why are people taking deals and leniency for the very people who are pulling the strings?
So here's the full-flavored truth, piled high and ready to serve:
Question "normal." If something feels off, it probably is.
Listen to the wild stories. Sometimes the most unbelievable tales are the ones that need the most attention.
Don't hide behind "just following orders." If you know it's wrong, don't do it—no matter who's giving the orders.
If you're in a position to help, actually help. Don't let scripts and checklists blind you to real people in real trouble.
Remember, predators count on your disbelief. Don't give it to them.
Recognize that the real "honor" might just be found behind fences and rows of corn, in the people who keep blooming despite the mud, while the so-called "honorable" folks outside are busy playing puppet masters.
And never forget: the system is rigged to protect the powerful, punish the powerless, and keep the truth buried—unless we choose to see through the mustard haze.
Because in the end, common sense isn't about what's comfortable—it's about what's right. Stay sharp, stay saucy, and don't let anyone gaslight you into ignoring your gut. Sometimes the only thing you're really controlling is your own delusion—while the real puppet masters pull the strings in places you can't even imagine.
Colonel Mustard out!