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Hopeless Rant

Hopeless Rant

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Written by Bear   

Do they even know what they are doing—the liars, thieves, and murderers who hold our fate in their hands?

How long have these goblins been preparing their machinery of soul killing? In the last century, they came to the surface like never before, with their gunnery and warmongering, their machinery of mass killing, covering murderous intent with pseudo-patriotic babble about Motherland and future…

Despite all the lessons of history (history that is not even that far away), we still count on candidates to make some sort of difference. We allow them to ask, “What future do you want for yourself? Vote for Mister Nobody!” They come, showering manna and grand promises that they will make a difference. Over and over again, we surrender our own power (and responsibility!) to these proxy ‘doers’. Relieved that nothing else is demanded from us, we enthusiastically embrace their campaigns… And again and again, we walk away, disappointed and betrayed by our own denial…

We are confused, tired and perplexed. The creative forces are yanked from us or spent chasing useless, inconsequential causes and mind-numbing chores… The future is slipping between our fingers.

I am so tired of watching the creative power of the masses, those vast tidal waves of possibility, lose their momentum and wash ineffectively against the shore, again and again… It cannot continue for much longer. It just can’t… The destruction that we have wreaked on the world is rippling back in an ocean of collective karma. No matter where we live, we share in the bloodshed—whether it is that of the unfortunate fools chewed up by the military machine or the cattle ground into meat paste and spit onto our plates as steaming burgers.

Where are we going to be when it all hits the fan? The economy should be the least of our concerns… When the Archangel comes, where will we be standing? What will we say when our souls are stripped of flesh? What excuses will stand before the fire of his Sword?
 

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