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He is a smart businessman; he was informed, he called the dangerous virus a democratic hoax and refused aid, then went golfing and held rallies. Once they had time to sell their stocks in advance of the inevitable market crash, he told you the truth- he knew it was a pandemic. They literally killed Americans to make a profit, and now we have to keep ourselves from becoming distracted, engulfed in rage that our children are being educated and we have to do our work at home by the investments of these murdering criminals. (He has admitted many of them had the correct information and lied. He admitted engaging in quid pro quo to cheat in the election. But, to record all the blatant careless crimes would take every waking moment of a person’s life.) In political allegiances, the lies, treachery, and sexual assault have been excused upon every relation of fact by morally ambiguous cults.
Some citizens impose the head - of one who turns off the lights and hides in the bunker - on Rambo’s body and wave it around as a flag. Compassion is being discriminately ripped out by their own hands and thrown in the gutter to be abandoned and accumulate splotches of black sludge. Brains are being pulled out and placed in the gutter. Then you make your way to the rally where they hand you a drink and say it’s water, but it doesn’t taste like water. It tastes like something you’ve been missing. Let me tell you a secret- it’s poison.
They trick you into thinking these lies are truth and this brain-dehydrating substance is what you need. It dries you out like a drug which convinces you it’ll cure your wounds when really it is causing unbearable fissures in you. The main visible values of each division are to be anti-the other while fringes of individual thought are embarrassed at the tapestry of an ideology arguing with itself, the polarization of personality slander enriched in the lacking ability of reason. In which cult would you like to participate? Your “choices” of war profiteer are...
Weighty rhetoric without substance canning you into acceptance of heinous pandering and inciting violence against your own as long as it is your idol, your demagogue. Once you’ve turned your back on your own family, you’ve ensured your place on the losing side. They’re turning in their hearts for a new game, one where they have an excuse to act like a disrespectful ignoramus or a pretentious snob. We’re watching a totalitarian regime erect itself while dictating lies, which do not become truth however loudly and bombastically spoken confidently and carelessly as a grifter, and you’re licking it up like dogs eating your own vomit. Simple questions are deflected with the blurting out of self-pity and frightful disrespect, while actions and words constantly contradict themselves, and they all sit there salivating, captivated by the obscene, and I am guilty of it too, right now.
They give you a choice of narratives in a subscription with a few key delusions. They feed you a hero and a villain and you excuse every falsity and despotic turn, an audience on their knees with bowed heads presenting their hearts on silver platters, which to the podium twisters are wetted paper plates they won’t touch while they chuckle to themselves. Receive a small stimulus and you’ll begin to feel how easy it is to forget what they’ve taken from you so they can pretend to have given to you.
Revolutions have replaced one set of takers with another. Any governing system has the problem of greed, no matter the system. The greedy and selfish find ways to take and leave the nation starving, which is allowed, in some societies encouraged, in some concealed, but in all civilization is apparent when the machine of economic government becomes the goal and the living wellbeing is only attached as circumstantial when in reality it is the whole point and everything else is simply ideas. The cruelly clever of these make starving seem like gorging, convincing citizens to accept their working distinction and argue with each other rather than understanding the underlying oligarchy, which itself is a pawn to the few in the shadows who keep the lies going while having little attachment to them, faking societies into fretting over what these shadow employers have, which is knowledge of the lie. These systems and ideas are nothing; they are different colors in the same game where all players are pieces.
In the pandemic, they are rearranging freedoms and oppressions. Their survival depends on you believing it’s real and making yourselves slaves to its working rotations. They entice you by threat of force to stand idly and see the bounty of the universe wrapped tightly in view but only kept away from you by the fragile yellow strip you can’t seem to break because you’ve been wholly conditioned to accept its meaning and bow to its false ideology. In a crisis, this yellow strip is the only thing protecting the earth from their anarchy.
They convince you to murder and die for the planetary resources which the oligarchies claim to own, but which are really yours. They teach you to treat your brothers and sisters with hatred. The way you would have the world ordered, would it be good were it all applied to you?
You are sold the idea of physical luxury as a measure of wealth. It is not wealth. All our true education, exploration, and health must be grabbed in the time and energy we can take for ourselves within the tired rush of necessities. They say the spirit of life is for weekends, or sundays, or sleeping, or never, and they who disregard the necessities of true meaning in life tend to be the most defunct and pointless. How happy have you ever seen a grasper? How nonessential have takers always proven to be? You don’t need their attitude. Don’t listen to their slander trying to win you over to do the work of their monopoly. Let them play with their toys and trading paper and yellow rocks which make men crazy. To rise above their game of capitalistic communes, one must realize how truly uninteresting is their noisy greed. We will share the feast of the dawn, celebrate our work in the day, gaze at the sunset, and sing songs within the stars in the community of the Universe.
Some citizens impose the head - of one who turns off the lights and hides in the bunker - on Rambo’s body and wave it around as a flag. Compassion is being discriminately ripped out by their own hands and thrown in the gutter to be abandoned and accumulate splotches of black sludge. Brains are being pulled out and placed in the gutter. Then you make your way to the rally where they hand you a drink and say it’s water, but it doesn’t taste like water. It tastes like something you’ve been missing. Let me tell you a secret- it’s poison.
They trick you into thinking these lies are truth and this brain-dehydrating substance is what you need. It dries you out like a drug which convinces you it’ll cure your wounds when really it is causing unbearable fissures in you. The main visible values of each division are to be anti-the other while fringes of individual thought are embarrassed at the tapestry of an ideology arguing with itself, the polarization of personality slander enriched in the lacking ability of reason. In which cult would you like to participate? Your “choices” of war profiteer are...
Weighty rhetoric without substance canning you into acceptance of heinous pandering and inciting violence against your own as long as it is your idol, your demagogue. Once you’ve turned your back on your own family, you’ve ensured your place on the losing side. They’re turning in their hearts for a new game, one where they have an excuse to act like a disrespectful ignoramus or a pretentious snob. We’re watching a totalitarian regime erect itself while dictating lies, which do not become truth however loudly and bombastically spoken confidently and carelessly as a grifter, and you’re licking it up like dogs eating your own vomit. Simple questions are deflected with the blurting out of self-pity and frightful disrespect, while actions and words constantly contradict themselves, and they all sit there salivating, captivated by the obscene, and I am guilty of it too, right now.
They give you a choice of narratives in a subscription with a few key delusions. They feed you a hero and a villain and you excuse every falsity and despotic turn, an audience on their knees with bowed heads presenting their hearts on silver platters, which to the podium twisters are wetted paper plates they won’t touch while they chuckle to themselves. Receive a small stimulus and you’ll begin to feel how easy it is to forget what they’ve taken from you so they can pretend to have given to you.
Revolutions have replaced one set of takers with another. Any governing system has the problem of greed, no matter the system. The greedy and selfish find ways to take and leave the nation starving, which is allowed, in some societies encouraged, in some concealed, but in all civilization is apparent when the machine of economic government becomes the goal and the living wellbeing is only attached as circumstantial when in reality it is the whole point and everything else is simply ideas. The cruelly clever of these make starving seem like gorging, convincing citizens to accept their working distinction and argue with each other rather than understanding the underlying oligarchy, which itself is a pawn to the few in the shadows who keep the lies going while having little attachment to them, faking societies into fretting over what these shadow employers have, which is knowledge of the lie. These systems and ideas are nothing; they are different colors in the same game where all players are pieces.
In the pandemic, they are rearranging freedoms and oppressions. Their survival depends on you believing it’s real and making yourselves slaves to its working rotations. They entice you by threat of force to stand idly and see the bounty of the universe wrapped tightly in view but only kept away from you by the fragile yellow strip you can’t seem to break because you’ve been wholly conditioned to accept its meaning and bow to its false ideology. In a crisis, this yellow strip is the only thing protecting the earth from their anarchy.
They convince you to murder and die for the planetary resources which the oligarchies claim to own, but which are really yours. They teach you to treat your brothers and sisters with hatred. The way you would have the world ordered, would it be good were it all applied to you?
You are sold the idea of physical luxury as a measure of wealth. It is not wealth. All our true education, exploration, and health must be grabbed in the time and energy we can take for ourselves within the tired rush of necessities. They say the spirit of life is for weekends, or sundays, or sleeping, or never, and they who disregard the necessities of true meaning in life tend to be the most defunct and pointless. How happy have you ever seen a grasper? How nonessential have takers always proven to be? You don’t need their attitude. Don’t listen to their slander trying to win you over to do the work of their monopoly. Let them play with their toys and trading paper and yellow rocks which make men crazy. To rise above their game of capitalistic communes, one must realize how truly uninteresting is their noisy greed. We will share the feast of the dawn, celebrate our work in the day, gaze at the sunset, and sing songs within the stars in the community of the Universe.
