This world is now created by metrosexuals. Self-righteous techno-Hottentots. Wrapped up in their own complacency and completely uninterested in who will rule them, for how long, or how in the further they will fall out of favor. The past is their oyster! Their personal whipping boy? The lodestone that washes clean their own sins of inaction for all those things they thought of but never thought to do. The Past. The foundation that they build their temples of disdain upon. Of ancient eras that were hard fought and rife with mounds of skulls of the defeated with grave flaws where everyone could not be happy. Or ever, ever was!
The whipping post upon which to hitch their slavish sense of the modern and virtue signal by wrinkling their noses at the stench of inequity. The safest home for the growth of monumental hypocrisy within all those myriads of complacent minds. The lies that lay upon lies that lay upon the present built upon convenience and toys. Convenient forms of rule to slowly incrementally abrade the feint-hearted who like to rail and rave from afar. Easy ducks for the self-proclaimed immortals to shoot later when the water barrels are brought out to be drained. And a normal life costs two times two time two what it does at this very hour in falsehoods of continual compounded interest. All to sit upon the ruins of one’s own land? The bridges freely replaced by toll booths and everything now taken away. Everything that has a cost and that must be paid in cash or blood or flesh. Whose neck is next? The laziest of creatures black and brown and mealy white turned yellow replaced by mandate. To enforce through fatal decrees of half-truths their own destruction in a moment anything that is simply considered ‘right‘.
You cannot be racist if you are no longer afforded a race. The only homeland that these citizens of longstanding seem to now be accorded is the grave. And even that will be plowed under. This is not considered racist because the official word from the squawk box of those loaded into government by grift and graft these last decades is guided by a foreign hand. This is the reward for all your lives of futility and hope of promises fulfilled. Your great grandchildren will be as fertilizer and fodder in the municipal dump. Still you are not foolish enough to get mad and angrily survive? The real race is that race to get as much as one can by getting their first. The rest is but the same sad lodestone of the accumulation of self-righteousness for idiots to carry around for the fiction of guilt that brought the razor to their own necks but that was never theirs. Only clever rivals. They deserve to be disappeared for they are truly the biggest of fools!