Last Days

by Adam L.G. Nevill

After millions of years of evolution, we start stupid cults of celebrity and feed the egos of maniacs until they take our money, fuck us in the arse, and then cut our throats.

It was the thrust, the constant thrust of other personalities, the desperate need for attention, for their own reality drama, for their own public relations rituals to be seen, heard, remembered. A white noise of self-interest. Sister Katherine was just one endgame in an age of pathology.

Scepticism was a luxury for the unaffected.

We seem incapable of being led by any but the monstrous. The malignant narcissist. And there are many willing to take the place of a deposed tyrant, to ape them. And the rest of us, down here, cannot discriminate in the choice of our leaders, even if we have anything resembling a real choice. We cannot lead ourselves rationally or humanely or fairly, so we choose the most unscrupulous and egotistical to lead us. Into one war and one holocaust after another.

I believe the vulpine greed of the corporate world is cut from the very same cloth as the tyrant of history. Different worlds, different means, same intention. Empowerment, enrichment, self-interest, at the expense of all but itself. Their strength is their suppression of conscience.