In ancient times past, books relate that the old Gods in their attempt to stay in power ate their own children. Perhaps a strange rite considering the idea that as part of the natural order of this species, they beget them through a free exchange of bodily fluids between the two sexes. Now of course in out more informed era of aids, constant dieting, and unchecked feminism this exchange is heavily monitored and restricted much like any other transaction. The constant promotion of a culturally sanitized next generation as agents of a ever prevalent new state of affairs doesn’t allow for the same former hungrier types of appetites to prevail. Much in the way that the Gods of old were starved out by some great cataclysm of cosmic proportion, so is every generation subject to mortal confrontation with the engine of the state.
If these gods of old were a natural hegemony offering order as opposed to chaos then the rule of the ever more invasive nanny goat government demonstrates a digestive ability that would rival any other attempt by any tribal mentality based arachnid. Spiders are a solitary sort that keep to their own but rely upon the natural boundaries of others to perform their own peculiar practice of employing their victim as a foreign vessel for external digestion. The injection of fluids under the guise of furthering procreation leading instead to ultimate dissolution. The resultant husk seemingly undisturbed from outward view but completely hollow within. Everything of useful substance fully dissolved and removed in the name of an alternative mode of better kinds of commerce. The ruling monster of our day has many more arms and a stickier web with which to enrapture it’s subjects. The illusion of freedom leading to entrapment and eventual annihilation.
Like any anthill the ground has been refashioned into a series of tunnels not unlike a Minoan maze where those who are naturally endowed with spindles have the saving grace being able to thread their way around. The victims encountered along the way plied with an impenetrable layer of silk and a previously discussed toxic beverage that will reliable destroy them over time. Their only recourse being swarming their natural opponent with superior numbers and nibbling away at its appendages. Each generation falls prey to the monster as a matter of grand design. The poison of toxically implanted hopes and dream taking their toll fully by midlife until little is left of the creature as it was first imagined. The possibility of protective alliances defeated by selective breeding, the species has become the reliable prey of it own phylum of parasite that freely moves about defying opposition through the constant menace of fear. Anywhere there is the stench of a Formic atmosphere of action compromised by the paralysis of the encumbrance of foreign ideas burdening immediate consideration another civilization falls into ruin.
Species of every form of life make the natural distinction of kith and kin and tribe. The present day artificially manufactured social trends of popular society are the sweet poisons designed to eventually rot out one’s internal sense of structure. Those who too readily abandon their own former ways of existence become extinct in favor of the acidic perfumes spreading the heady aroma of a false utopia shared with the phantom notion of the best tense sense of others are reliably disappointed. The constantly injected egalitarian sense of repression of personal appetites as currently exercised being nothing more that a sure fire recipe for eventual destruction.