Too often many prefer their head severed from the body as an ultimate prize to be severed from an otherwise bothersome so much baser throne. A signature of all those who would supervise the heavens upon a strict timetable barring any unexpected interruption. The incongruity of the two embodied in that unsettling liaison between man and woman with no possible middle ground of the appearance of offspring. These larger infants plagued with contradictions before the bond between them has been finally reached. That poorly hidden desire for connection never winning out save by some overwhelming circumstance of cruelly applied fate. The bond between inner self and flesh has since become beyond burdensome. Any connections with others equally beset even being more loathsome. The guide to one’s existence is too often by way of too many irksome feelings from that brooding animal deep within. The uselessness of a cloud barring an otherwise sunny landscape turned too often into a stormy sea offering only a constant threat of chaos. The balance of one’s daily attempt at industry ever counter-posed with angst making one wonder if their efforts are somehow misguided from the start or simply misplaced? Ruthlessness of will to overcome one’s own nature and reign supreme over every other ever on display! The candle burning brighter and too often finds illumination only from one’s solitude. The daily market rate of exchange gathering only fools. And of course, those who would keep them so. Belief sold as instrumentation to continued care free existence. But being at the end of the day only a net cast forth communally to finally snag all. And at their own expense! Society defined earnestly as a daily jungle of the mind where the innocent become grist for the mill that will grind the wheat for all the rest. Slow witted hungry cannibals that are secretly fore sworn to ancient temple idols. Those few that are cloistered in the shadows and too often call out to be washed in a constant supply of human blood. That beast known as society very short on compassion but flowing in the continuous release of bottled up excess. Those lesser animals making up the mob ever destructive to their own cause.
“What’s the difference?“, Renny replied, probably for the hundredth time that week. A penchant for habitual repetition of that overused phrase in his everyday speech. Something that had driven his former wife mad. Oblivious to his own usage so many times when he was breezing through the day together with her. A mental bulwark whenever he didn’t want to be bothered with more than he felt was his share. “What’s the difference?” A term he pick up long ago from another role model. But unconsciously had driven his own personality. One that he had said that he would never fall under the spell of. But of course, now nearing seventy years old looking in the mirror, he saw now laid claim to one-half of his own personality. Now it was almost morning. Renny lay in bed flat on his back with his arms spread outward feeling the quiet. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to sizzle. How to describe the feeling of being am inadvertent standard bearer? An inadvertent one whose vast storehouse of rusty memories provided an essence of a bygone era slowly departing as the number of other so endowed, now slowly disappearing. It was true that he was just another solitary nobody stuck in a Mid-Century vintage high-rise honeycomb. Someplace that in that past era was considered a privileged address offering the latest amenities gone sour over the decades into present day blight.
The former world of inviolable principle having long since been sold off on the cheap to Socialist street values. Depreciation of any residual worth to extinction. True love to expedient lust. The slow dwindle of one’s financial resources like sand almost at its end in an hour glass. A declination of society as a whole from well-measured adult perspectives to infantile childish rantings. One big melting pot of fallacious equality transfixed by ideology downsizing opportunities into equality of threadbare outcomes. Prosperity a dirty word. The individual, now the dinosaur, the Do Do bird. That world that he had one inhabited now a long forgotten metal jungle gym playground replaced by low hanging plastic fruit that only pretended to cushion the fall but not address growth. The model citizens of today donning the straight-jackets of Marxist dogma’s aping their Kalergi approved transitions mentally cloaked within inaccurate myths of skinny ties and seersucker suits worn in long lost golden ages of once easily found prosperity. What did it matter now? What was the difference? Who among them really cared?
Minutes had past since he had rearranged the covers above his head to block out the light now slowly building from outside. The near darkness soothing all his errant thoughts of that other world without. The ones that had interfered with the progression of those fleeting recollections of phantom characters left off in lingering states of near sonambulance. Fearful of his inevitable release into the brightness of the day to join the myriad of others that he had to contend with as long as he could recall. Sooner or later Renny would have to arise sleep weary and unsatisfied with the fact of his lack of adequate rest. He could see himself frozen with all those others in the last frame of the broken progress of his final dream. The last in a succession of others fitfully conjured betwixt many wasted hours of sleepless angst. There he was in freeze frame in an office somewhere looking about at the other indifferent faces. The blank expressions of those caught up in trivial conversations exchanging mediocre details occurring on some other wavelength that he could not understand. The content of each of these dialogues meaningless to him. Where could he find a bridge over that gap back into the world as he once knew it? So many bright spots slowly spreading out in slow Brownian motion throughout outer space. The cosmic tides of infinity rolling in and then drifting back over the same in immeasurable lengths of time. That silent invisible radiating force that ceaselessly slumbers away completely responsible for all things material that one could only slightly sense but never be positively aware of. The same force seemly so erratic in its plan but ever responsible for making that difference.
Renny, or Reginald as he was named in infancy, had always been a precocious child. Someone with an innate ability to pick up the gist of things fairly quickly. But with the curse of a persistent lack of motivation to follow through with what was expected of him by his peers. His whole life was settled on the internal. One of those guys that had a faraway perspective that always saw him looking past to the horizon at dinner time rather than that plate of food sitting on the table before him. Unfortunately it was a characteristic that carried him through four marriages and three failed careers. “What’s the difference!“, he would spontaneously utter. How is it going to change things? Everybody is a bullet sent forth on a straight line trajectory. We can only hope that bullet will sooner or later loose its inertia and come down to earth into a hopefully pleasing existence. There wasn’t anything you could really do about it even if you wanted to. Though those many years containing many past actions to the contrary suggested otherwise. A tiger never could lose its stripes. The whole idea from the start was to push. Push hard, then follow through! The way his own father had. A well-seasoned, “Six of one, to half a dozen of the other?” man!
How could it be any other way? The world didn’t wait for you to get around to thinking about it. Even though now, that was exactly what he was doing. An old rotting boxcar left off on some anonymous siding somewhere. His, “What’s the difference’s“, having substantially changed. Before it was a mindset to aid in expeditiously setting forth into flight some project. Anything that this ‘devil make hair laissez faire careless sense attitude had too long cloaked as unfulfilled. But now his own projectile was on the verge of dropping out of thin air as it lost all inertia. All he could see was a final ending providing no continuation. The world had past him by. The now all too popular idea of directing one’s sensitivity automatically to the plight of others didn’t appeal to his sense of logic. “What’s the difference?” “They’ll figure their own way out from their conundrums.”, he thought to himself. “There is not much I can do, I’ve done it . . . done it . . . like my poor dead dad.” “Now what have I got to look forward to?” “What’s the difference?” “This world will go one without me.” “That ever elusive woman that I have always wanted to meet never existed!” “Except of course in some beer ad, or in the yellowed enamel ink coated pages of the Playboy philosophy circa nineteen sixty-two.”
His thought now with those time long past when the world transitioned from the mentality of propelling yourself ahead despite grim circumstances. Those time when you were cooing to have to redouble your efforts to find something to eat now going hungry for a third day in a row. That hollow feeling that one gets when looking into the glass of a once familiar hardware store from your old neighborhood but seeing only empty space. “What’s the difference?” Renny looked around his own apartment taking in the legacy that he had been left with. A place that decades back he had sworn he would never inhabit. The many artifacts collectively on display suggesting a family museum. Each one with its own unique story to tell about a particular incident or new chapter in the rise and fall of his kin. Worthless bric a braq that reserved their charms only for him alone.
Most of the characters associated with each now long gone done the dusty aisles of fading memory. It seems that, as he had been left behind in their midst, his only choice was to forget all and leave on his feet, or be trundled out feet first. Either way the accumulation of these artifacts would end up being dealt out by hand into the tip. His eyes turned upward cooking out of the apartment’s bay window to the north to catch the orange sliver of the sun burning its way through a thin ribbon of low lying city smog. His arm unconsciously fishing about under the bed covers finding it sweeping back and forth until he had found something. It’s smooth motion pulling forth a matte black steel automatic, the barrel of which he unceremoniously stared into. The blackness of its tiny circle presented by the barrel a view port into infinity. One of a total oblivion that was patiently waiting. All he had to do was to snap the safety up with his thumb and pull the trigger and be relieved of all these quandaries and insoluble dilemmas that created distress and had affixed themselves to his war weary consciousness somewhere long ago back along the way.
Eons ago, as a very young man, he had hoped to make a difference with his life. He had felt that he was destined somehow to achieve great things and make his mark on society. But now approaching the end of his life he had to wonder what had he really accomplished? What exactly had he provided that could remain useful in this current throwaway world that could only respond in kind with any achievement beyond constant incessant meaningless change? His own, “What’s the difference?“, age already far past his own in its “Whatever!” phase! Those concrete clouded mentalities of recent generations set in stone hurling forth blindly into empty space.
All day I have dragged my ass about the confines of my two bedroom abode. The events of the last weeks both enraging and depressing me. My country under fire from an insurgent force determined to topple it from within. A great disappointment with generations that have been crippled by that pseudonym loosely termed ‘Education‘ which is little more than Marxist claptrap instructing them that they must go along to get along as they are warehoused in anticipation of being demeaned as useful cogs in a cynical inhuman hegemony. Public officials that have done everything in their power to violate their oaths of office to keep this land and its people safe. All for the sake of those special favors of wealth and status. And those under the burden of those commands being attacked from both sides to the point that too many have stood the brunt no longer having faith in a system that has betrayed them. The canon of history evidencing similar insurgencies in other locales that have led to national collapse. Decades of genocidal murder and unnecessary world wars drummed up only on the basis of a privileged few to pursue an agenda of garnering ever increasing wealth and power. And here we all are allowing it to happen again! All for the genuflecting for false ideals that few really believe in advanced by psychopaths that care not either way. Demons with two legs that have de-evolved into animals celebrating the slaughter that their handlers in high places guarantee will not lead to the appropriate stern consequences they so richly deserve to suffer.
The only question I can offer up is, “Why!” Why are people that simply want to follow through on the conduct of regular existence in a civil society such cowards that they will not heed the call and band together to defeat these cowards most of whom hide behind the facade of status and respect to toss lie after lie at the public demanding that the rest of us call it truth, or else! What is there to lose at this point that has not already been taken from us. Our jobs? GONE! Our future prosperity? GONE! Our faith in government to do their job to protect us? GONE! GONE! GONE! And that of our children as free to think for themselves and carve out their own niche? For who can live their lives on handouts and not end up a slave in the end? Is mortal life most valuable than risking it to defend the world that we must live in while we are alive? And if not now, then ever? Not by a schedule of colors or cults that label us but by common interest to devise a stable civil society that does its best to survive tyrants and defeat them whatever stripes they claim to represent. Not by damning the remnants of history from past conflicts by obliterating them from our consciousness by physical destruction that in the end show the ways by exposing both flaws as well as valor where are forbears were connived to take up arms against each other. But only managed to further defeat themselves! The time has come to push back against all those who would destroy us. Whether it be by specious words or covert weaponry. To reject the continuous bombardment of fear and starve off the entities who find it profitable to spread it. For where have we got to go at this point if we do not?
The big black baby cries and we all had to pony up
it arrived on our doorstep fifty years ago
supposedly all alone and helpless and abandoned
and out of kindness we tried to take care of it
but it never grows up, never, never but never!
it just get angrier and meaner and more demanding
free money, more free rent, free education, free jobs
the kinds of pie in the sky opportunities that we had not
and so it started causing trouble, trouble, and more trouble
throwing its weight around soiling everything it touched
it just wanted more, more, more, and even more
and when we didn’t feed it more, it was our fault
somebody told it that we were bad and to blame
because we worked harder but it didn’t do as well
it just cried, and cried, crying for its own kind of justice
it became a martyr and victim as its primary cause in life
while other abused babies grew up and grew out of it
others became adults, got a job, and made it on their own
because we felt guilty never having done enough to feed it
we abandoned our jobs, our children, and gave up our lives
till we were displaced and our society was totally transformed
a good-hearted gesture of ignoring our our own babies for it
and finally no longer having resources left to feed its demands
it cried, ranted and raved, finding reason to burn our house down
The transformation of the Social Justice Warrior into the Social Justice Soldier. Whatever happens, those inducted into the ranks must march ahead face forward to the drumbeat of the latest call to injustice to wave the bloody shirt of someone completely unknown to them and then tear down their own society without question. A generation raised in falsehoods and fantasies about world events that they have no time, innate ability, or inclination to critically weigh. Just the crowd consensus dynamic that says, “Join us or you will be considered one of them!” Like children, factored out of any discussion by their Marxist influenced betters who promote race baiting and effuse White guilt to put down any insurrection in the ranks! “March on and enjoy the Revolutionary spirit of our Judeo-Bolshevik grandfathers who toppled Tsarist Russia and exterminated its Christian Orthodox population en masse!“, their black clad leaders silently chuckle. That drunkenness of power to motivate mobs to destroy their own culture a heady brew for too many of these ideologues directing the rank and file of these useful idiots to enact the pre-planned chaos. And when the smoke clears and some of these useful sheep feel the pinch of the damage that they have done to their own and have been an integral part in fostering find more guilty but silent emotion as these same fools wrestle mightily trying to justify hurting their own kind. Unable to violate that ideologically based rule of consensual silence to cite those that egged them on to commit these crimes. And no one able to assign total responsibility to where it should rightfully fall. Upon themselves!
The fucked up generation! Unable to distinguish right from wrong from the latest episode of game of thrones and the latest PBS rewriting of history. Sweet boys who missed out on a manly right of passage into adulthood. Perpetually diffident ever angry harpies clinically anatomically bestowed with vaginas but absolutely no idea of gender or the purpose for using them. Ever ready to act out another Antifa supplied fantasy of world revolution bestowed upon them by so many Jew funded NGO’s. Summoning their storehouse of knowledge from an unending number studies classes that only taught them to hate others as well as themselves. To genuflect to social distancing from their families while embracing the dregs of the recalcitrant ethnic minorities. Pawns in the hands of Leftist ideologues working to gain power for their own with the hopes of exterminating these fools the moment that they are no longer useful as shields. Going home each night with their masters degrees in social work and psychology to live in their parent’s basements or above their carports. Some are angry, most are board, whatever they are they provide good cover for the privileged class of ghetto looters that when not padding their pockets with government handouts and hands up’s. At the first sign of an organized racial event they go straight to the nearest Walmart or Target and clean it out! What is to love when your a brain addled money sponge helping the once well to do White Middle Class to become extinct so their Jewish ‘neighbors‘ feel more safe? That’s why the noble sons of Antifa have all but practically been Bar Mitsvahed! The revolutionary spirit of getting away with giving other people Hell in order to make your own SJW bound ego’s feel good. In the Zionist patois, we used to call them Nazi’s! But the reality may be more accurately suggested that many had distant relatives back home in Bolshevik Russia pressing the triggers at the nape of the necks of millions of unfortunate Kulak Middle Class there. Like great-grandfather’s like sons! The new right of passage for white males is tearing down their own culture while obsessively kissing ghetto ass! It make one feel good to run around dressed all in black to humiliate their own families by adopting that mindset and proving that they can be just as degenerate as the unfortunate minorities that continue to despise them. Just think of what they will safe when they get home in the wee hours of the morning and find that their brothers in arms just burned and looted their family’s business? “Oop! Mom and Pop!” “I guess getting the money from you to buy the latest Atari games console from Amazon is out of the question now?“
The times that all human being live in have now become subsumed in the conversation of a ‘one world’ philosophy. The notion that on every level of importance every human being has their proverbial ‘eggs’ in one basket. But is this really true? The clarion call of Liberalism, Feminism, amd Socialism, all provide a chorus declaring that victims must have preferential consideration to the point that governments have gotten in the habit of classifying their populations by race, gender, background, and military service. The idea being to assesses a certain relative value of importance along the lines of the common dogma of these ism’s. Children are taught from just past infancy to abide by these standards of evaluation minding them in an importance far above and beyond the needs of traditional basics like reading, computing, and analyzing reality for effective truths. The group as a singular entity stressed over the needs of an individual. The end result being that certain classifications of victims that make up a small percentage of any given society are allowed to dominate it. Quite an exercise inverting the notion of plural Democracy to an insignificant level of importance and substituting the tyranny of those that are essentially a perpetual victim class.
So where does this all come from?
One merely has to look at both world and domestic history to find a current of players and events that have led to this ongoing attempt to restructure society. The times leading up to the nineteenth century saw society transformed into a global colonial world created by a small elite merchant class that established linkages with the hegemony’s of ocean going societies to exploit other less technologically savvy cultures to extract their goods and market them back home to urban consumers of their own regions. Competition became the watchword of these exploits leading to global based military exchanges with both the societies at the source providing these goods and those competing to amass them as well. The cost of this business invariably being ceded to a standing military budget to outfit and equip armies operating in many parts of the globe. The cost of same being a burden on the traditional populations at home who were heavily taxed and eventually coaxed off their traditional land to join a centralized number of growing urban populations. These populations being endemically poverty stricken and a perfect recruiting ground to replace losses in personnel supplying the manpower needs of these extensive networks of trade.
Over several centuries the stability of these respective societies adjacent to each other declined into continual competition and warfare. The idea of national boundaries versus hereditary regional identity based land holdings took precedence. The continual destabilization of smaller territories within was intellectually reformed into notions of a universality of ethos’ based upon fixed national boundaries where a common identity was fostered based upon a hegemony far up the scale of a particular region. The scions of the international merchant class seeing the opportunity to adopt a self-serving Machiavellian perspective of pitting one group against the other so as to financially support and benefit both groups. The winners of these constant inter-cine rivalries paying off the debts to the lenders. International finance was born an a new version of slavery was invented where both men and women became commodities.
As the methods of warfare became more sophisticated and lethal and a continual series of conflicts began to decimate the peaceful populations of cultures both at home and far off at the source of goods, the general populations who were most affected began to balk at the necessity of these struggles. The merchant class, ever willing to use any development to their advantage, fostered this sort of instability in the most stable and dominant of national empires so as to foster more conflict. Eventually toppling one of the most major longstanding dominant players. A series of conflicts on massive scales disrupted other major adjacent empires until a point some decades after a sense of general rebellion against the ruling structures of these countries were put in jeopardy of total overthrow to be replaced by plural democracy based republics. Their theoretical model being an offshore former colony that had inadvertently won a measure of independence from the influence of its motherland. Though the presiding merchant class had to some degree been involved in this process it did not enjoy the total control and influence that was to be expected in the mother countries within which it freely operated. A long period of attempts to fractionalize and divide this new independent national entity ensued with only partial success.
The venicle of war being the ultimate ace card employed being used in a series of economic competition based conflicts dragging this evolving nation into successive foreign conflicts that at best only served the financial interests of that nations growing business elites. Exploitation of the vast resources of that land leading to a level of independent prosperity that was hard to compete with led this merchant class to subvert the upper levels of government through financial corruption implementing precedents and independently owned foreign institutions to take over the management of the national economy. It was not long until this group secured control of the press and major businesses to gear them to their aim of centralizing their influence worldwide. Two major unimaginably bloody international conflicts later the wrecked economies of all the major nation states were slowly re-congealed into regional corporate influenced democracies. The current world of a tightly controlled credit based hegemony run by an invisible elite was pout into place.
The rights of the individual commercialized into a social credit score where a technologically monitored central entity administered society based upon constantly rating individual compliance with manager based regulations. The A.I. based system in place offering no tolerance of any infraction or unauthorized independence. The respective penalty being imposed with no hearing. This is the state of the world up to the present tense. WE, globally, are at the juncture where if this allowed to happen through the facade of crisis, humankind will simply become beasts of the field for the elite of the ever devious heirs merchant class.
That in my book is intolerable.
So here we all sit, literally speaking, waiting for the resumption of our normal lives. The excuse of a potentially fatal disease possibly striking us all down cited as a reason to follow every command from above. A sort of mental lottery being played so to speak where in the fashion of the parlor game of musical chairs the last person with a chair to support them wins. The trouble being that stopping everything in every society is not a game. It is a coup!
What is every human society in every manifestation all about the world but a functional model of survival based upon positive interaction? And now we are all told not to interact save through the technology afforded to us by a commercial minded elitist corporate cult. One that believes that any demand that they make can be legitimized by ceding a bit of wealth in the form of payment of services. Their mentality of gathering up all the material resources under their exclusive control giving them the right to take control of all. A society that has been cultivated to surrender its material wealth to that few without question. And which finds itself impoverished in an organized interlocking society that is so interdependent that if a single cog fails the entire system goes down to destruction. And the only ones supposedly on call to fix it being figures whose credibility has to be called into question by dubious participation in previous similar events that have resulted not in reasonable solutions but incomprehensible devastation.
The choice being to carry on in this mindset of a strict hegemony where all decisions about life and the proper manner of living are made from remote managers at the top? Or to regain control by force of numbers to bring back that power to collections of individuals with differing priorities but are willing to cooperate through reasonable compromise? Those that control the power to do so employ great resources to convince us all otherwise! So much more efficient to see all societies over the surface of our planet normalized into a singular unity. To remove all individual characteristics that would impede that goal from humanity at large so as to achieve that aim at all costs. If not by indoctrination, then by violence to eliminate every group that stands in the way of the progress of a universal singularity.
The irony of the growth of the tool of technology serving to monitor and enslave for the few being offered to the many as a means of empowerment and escape from the tyranny of organized wage slavery being stunning. The human species is at a crisis point where a calculated form of self created a chaos is inevitable! The excuses fly about indirectly blaming an eagerness to pursue technologies by blaming the invasive qualities of mother nature are now wearing thin. The masses will not but up with the same old political Kabuki of experts pretending expertise only revealing in the process that either they do not know that they are talking about in the first place or that is merely a cynical game of power orchestrated to manipulate the population at large to concede their freedom of choice the whims of their ‘betters‘.
The only saving grace being that there is sufficient independence and wisdom still existing at ground level for people to take back control of their lives from these self-appointed nabobs who wish to acquire god-like powers over them.
In the flowering of youth we start out seeking to explore paradise thinking it is eternal and never ending yet not realizing until it is far too late in that well-tempered hell of our own making in the tedium of later life that denying our original impulse to have lingered would eventually become fatal to finding that original sense of untainted happiness.
Better now to throw away that same old inconvenient sense of caution and follow the rabbit hole down to where it inevitably leads. A hole in the clouds expressing blue skies above. Success meets with one’s misfortune at the tunnel’s end. The person you eventually become during that journey is the one that you are left with.
It is not so important to be right but to have convictions that you will not surrender yourself into playing the fool. Rather, better by far to earnestly express one’s self with the full conviction in one’s own belief not playing the part on the ultimate authority on all things of importance, so much as someone who can confidently trust in the continuum of their own sense of awareness.
It is easy to be fooled in a world that devotes so many of its vital resources to do so. But it is unforgivable to surrender your conscious thought to the passing whims of the crowd lest one be unexpectedly found wanting by them. Society has been let loose upon itself by those that would wish to play the role of demons so as to find those powers that they supposed make them no different than gods.
One’s shield against this evil comes in the form of one’s faith in themselves. Not an ego bound journey but a deeper connection with that ever-present mystery within. To encounter that connection is the closest one can ever come to solving their own puzzle.
You couldn’t tell the woman any different? She loved Asia. She wouldn’t here a bad word about it! The fact that she was from another culture half way around the planet possessing genes of Northern Europe had no bearing that she had visited there some years previous to see her daughter who it was told had brought the topic to light when as a little girl she unexpectedly embraced a desire to learn about all things Japanese. The mother as ll mothers do, fully enabling that penchant until her sibling was in command of several major dialects. A strange coincidence of fate that the two were self-described as survivors of abuse from particularly alpha male aggressive incidents. One’s that in the Liberal ideology of the time classed them as typical victims of the sort that the revolutionary set of Socialist minded were particularly fond of holding up to the world as victims of Capitalism and Caucasian cultures. Whatever was the causal nature of the political slant upon things, the part of Asian thar seemed to stay within the woman’s mind was one ruthlessly dominated by a historically treacherous form of Communism. One that had artfully switched its doctrine to a more modern form of ideological attachment with the masses through commercial expansion and materialism from the old mainstay of a theoretical focus on the worker in the factory and the farm worker int he field. These occupations transmuted to workers in concrete, pharmaceuticals, and microchips.
As women in every culture seemed genetically focused on the notion of their security being bound up with an obvious form of physical stability surrounding their midst, this transition seemed particularly attractive to the mother and her child. The accretion of all things modern and cutting edge in these places supplanting the mother’s allegiance to her own kind in favor of a form of hero worship that in so many ways rivaled her daughter’s actions in finding a husband and a nest in a less autocratic but no less structured land of Asian rule. The daughter remaining a compass point for the mother who now was waylaid back in the culture that for better or worse had originally embraced her. A siege mentality of sorts for any mother who in her later years only wishes to directly enjoy the maturation of her offspring. Hoping for the blossoming of the union to result in children to carry on the legacy of her womb.
With the unprecedented affair of the mysterious virus sired so it was initially reported by bats from the largest of Asian lands the world as a whole did what was only recommended in fairy books for children. It cam to a complete stop. Much controversy reigned as to the circumstances of what would become a debilitating plague affecting many generations to come. Was it a force majeur of a vengeful nature? Or given the universal fascination with all mechanisms of self-destruction, the result of a misstep of the land that it originally issued from? Though in the way of all things Socialist all information detrimental to malfeasance on the part of this homeland was rigorously suppressed and popular fiction supplanted in its place. The major institutions of other rival lands having long fallen under the spell of offshoring their vital goods to production facilities in Asia now held hostage to continuing falsehoods. The result being a Machiavellian geopolitical standoff where an act of war was never publicly acknowledged by governmental officials in private but strenuously denied on public airways. The Communists bullying the rest of the world to accede to covering up the intentional harm that it had laid down upon the rest of the entire world. The result of a smouldering powder keg armed to the teeth just waiting to explode into total planetary meltdown of human civilization the moment anyone dared light a match to bring light to the reality of the truth of the situation.
The woman blamed her own country and those both corrupt or well-intentioned for all ills and the decline while reveling in the illusory utopia of the land that was actually responsible for the decline. Belief as always being stronger than any fact offered by those individuals and institutions tasked with the careful study of such things. “Conspiracy Theory!“, she would rail if anyone else would dare to offer a view that differed with the way that she saw it. A strange sense of irony vested in the fact of what had sometime before been labeled a syndrome of behavior manifested in Stockholm, or the association with that place, where most ironically those who had suffered significant trauma would be inevitably be drawn to others most adept in doling out abuse. It was not just her, of course, that was susceptible to this international pied piper’s all too seductive illusion of a perfect realm that offered a safe and clean perfect existence to be gained by simply handing over the stewardship of you independence and identity to a totalitarian hegemony. The struggle of centuries by the satrap minded ancient elites prone to the notion of humanity outside their class being subject to their every whim. What couldn’t be won by flattery, or the gun could be pared down into submission through disease. The true opiate of the masses in an indifference to face up to the jumble of sorting out fact from pleasant fiction and confront same.
It was only those that through an equally obsessive character to expose these leaning, that such skullduggery ever reached the surface of a few that would listen. The rest of the herd known as humanity asleep to their own regards as it had always been and now it seemed would always be. That faroff call of Camelot or Gotterdamurung ever wafting in the air like the smoke of the rubble of so many uncounted previous civilizations long forgotten in the past. It’s incense too hypnotic to raise all from the love of the taste of lotus. Preferring to drift into deeper sleep revisiting the time before the present when the promise of perfection seemed more immediate. The sight of an eternal number of empty quiet sunny morning Sundays. The wide of expanse of bright and shiny modern highrises brightly lit in the twilight like cyclopedian tall grass glimmering at dusk. All magnificent, but now totally empty, bereft of habitation in this now all too perfect land