You’ve seen it in the movies for the last forty years! You’ve heard the incessant bing bang rattle pop of TV screen throughout the night of first person shooter games for nearly as long. Schools turned into high security prisons and their students, your children, now treated like inmates from cradle to adulthood. Your kindergarteners routinely taught the finer points of how to engage in anal sex. The zombie cult of horror has produced some very unsettling genres permanently lodged within the consciousness of your offspring. Who are the zombies and what are the authorities doing about them? AIDs, SIDs, Ebola, and ever unstoppable influenza epidemics, and now unprotected borders? The breakdown of civil society! Poop maps and double the demand of sex obsessed self empowered egomaniac strangers of all genders and classes over-tasking public spaces and conveniences. No jobs any longer available that will pay a living wage. Food prices skyrocketing without a stop. Ethnic violence against regular citizens ignored or justified by overpowering Liberal rhetoric. The enfranchisement of guilt simply by association of one’s race. The rule of law enforcement misapplied to rattle the cages of the law abiding while letting the offenders both small and huge carry on. All hurtling at a fast pace level of ever increasing taxpayer expense.
Sound familiar . . . ?
So WTF are you going to do about it? Throw up your hands style, “What can I do?“, no longer allowing an escape route. Killer robots from DARPA Boston Dynamics. Visual recognition of your facial dynamics a standard feature. Autonomous bounty hunters let loose to track you down, and eliminate you. No joke! If the government at hand wants to round your kind up, wants to take your firearms away? These humanoid units can operate any weapon that has human ergonometric’s. Do you think that the sort of mind that is actively obsessed with creating such monstrosities will ever hesitate to employ them if allowed to? Guess again, once more! Go to your workplace and check out the DHS 1502’s and see the abject falsehoods that you are required to accept and to parrot if you wish to work. Hear that set of jack boots stomping down the hall in your direction, How many fingers at the end of the day will the state allow you to keep? To imbibe? Victory gin comrade! Don’t worry, our robots will do all the fighting! But against whom? Surrender to our set of UNCESO approved city planners that will soon design your next environmentally friendly hovel. The plans are on their drawing board right now that will compress you and yours like a can of tuna or maybe sardines and possibly anchovies. “Save the planet!“, by getting your kind of demographic safely localized in cantons and compressed in your VR face masks for a fantasy filled night of subliminal brain washing entertainment. For the day. And most probably, forever! Depending of course on the degree of shelf life that your brand will be allowed. The public airwaves completely ignoring the fact of your presence beyond constantly denigrating both you and your kind for being the problem and not the solution. All those that dream of a handcrafted casket to honor their memory can dream on as your remains will be dissolved and flushed down the pipes to the recycling center to extract whatever useful compounds are present. In the meantime you will be drinking your own piss and eating your own excrement. Recovered and reprocessed of course. The fresh water is needed for industry. They can pay, but you can’t! You won’t have money as whatever wealth coefficient that you are assigned will be something that you will never be aware of. The only thing that you can be assured of is that if don’t keep working at a breakneck level of performance with a big toothy smile you will be demoted. Get demoted too many times and you will disappear and no one will ever hear from you again. Think that you have somewhere to run to? Guess again! The land surrounding the massive concentration camp megaplex of U.N. designated urban areas will be off-limits. The journey their will be next to impossible at best as the checkpoints beyond the roadways that ring the habitation zones will be under the surveillance of DHS and its coterie of lethal toys. No one gets out without clearance and that sort of privilege will not be afford to you. Sounds like some hackneyed Dystopian poppycock, eh? Don’t be too sure that many of those permanently out of your reach towards the top of the executive suite are not nor right now busily rationalizing all this as they dream each night. Don’t think that the next echelon down isn’t equally occupied making excuses for why this barbarism is a necessity that makes total sense in the larger scheme of the scientific progression of the modern evolution of mankind. And don’t bother to wonder why the class of the militarized apparatchiks supporting these tiers have any qualms about blowing you and your family away like some annoying poop contaminated pidgin feather. Accept your fate! Or maybe raise up a little finger to do something to combat against it.