There was a problem with existence as a material manifestation of more than simply thought.To be aware of one’s self had its limitations in that a single thought might have inferred coherent action? But when it was split into two there was an immediate fractious level of disagreement and divergence. The single cell ‘world amoeba’ may have had a way of reconciling this? But after all it was bound to fail when it was defined by varying substances. Democracy just did not hack it. Thus when man as the noble savage may have abided the ‘sturm und drang’ of immediate family in the wilds civilized cooperation would always lead to unforeseen burdens and restrictions in the form of laws. The goal being to find a way to get all involved to act with common purpose as one. From that point on the immediate environment had become the biggest adversary. The tribal notion of get along with the great mystery of ‘what is’ dissolved into the ever present mentality of ‘what is possible at some future point in time’. The focus of the amalgamation of the species into a nation took away the individual rights to decide against against the judgments of the most influential. And the fiction of the majority was born along with its greatest advocate, the politician.
A larger dilemma soon appeared to this self-lauditory notion of organized society in that the larger it became the more it found rivalry with heretofore unexpected larger ones. Many of which though not initially warlike were definitely more efficiently organized and therefore innately powerful. The natural inclination to overwhelm by force of numbers so as to assimilate this foreign body needed a more subtle strategy of something called guile which was a device that acted as a cover for implementing some form of self-serving form of deceit/ This became known as diplomacy and involved the trade of women as fertile concubines that would yield family members to serve as hostages for one of the other side’s vestigial remaining notions of family loyalty. The procreation of offspring being the greatest form of reserve strength in the contemplation of imminent hostilities. And the greatest burden when resources to accommodate a progressional rate of growth was not supported by the surrounding environment. Thus Democracy’s true tyranny was born being called social welfare.
A reliable means to trim down the thinking herd and control its ability to reason then became necessary to counter this burden and came into being known by the term warfare and was thus established. The difference between the notion of overwhelming confrontation by numbers well-known in the dim formative past now became a struggle against ones own. The entities known as ‘straw men’ and ‘scapegoats’ were invented always seeming to have a permanent home within ones own general population. Animal husbandry quickly morphing into agriculture so that the designated irritants to society could be regularly weeded out as needed. The large the population the greater the ferocity of the means of extinction needed. The mere public suggestion of the possible implementation of these tools of the trade of slaughter led to the double-edged form of mental anguish called advertising and public relations. The idea being to keep the core population fearfully off balance and thus easily tractable to cooperate with strategies that would lead to their own physical destruction. The longterm effects producing and unexpected offshoot in the form of the misnomer of modern medicine. Something that rough hewn individualistic males were restrained from avoiding by security obsessed females who, as the main object of social manufacture of species, would not tolerate. Thus was born the concept of the mightily hammer of the vote. An illusory ritual where the male of the species was ever undermined by those professing feminine aspects in favor of the something called the state. An artificial mental construct that assured getting things most in return for pledging one’s future biological output as collateral in return for the guarantee of the lion’s share of resources. The mechanism passed overhead of these females to the male being something called taxes. A concept associated with a necessary stable condition commonly referred to as living death.
The onion-like complexity that evolved in the wake of all these many advancements being the source of that nagging condition called angst. a situation where an external artificial device was created to help self monitor the species on an individual basis. Considering the stratum of the various flavors of humankind and the styles of life that the unavoidable effects of unmitigatable nature provided this invention had to imagined in several forms. The phone. The movie theater. And the television screen. The first of these variants useful to females in their role as wardens of general society. The middle as a remote location where offspring could be occasionally exiled to for the mental well being of the former. And of course, the last device being useful to immobilize the most egregiously active and individualistic males in specific traps such as sofas and bar stools. The programmed material of modern broadcasting demonstrating its worth in monotonously recycling the same of fantasy of male potency in sports that featured male in adolescent play and mock slaughter. Something useful to the aims of the larger organism as previously stated.
A further means of control to restrict the restlessness of the combination of men and women had to be devised that would further inhibit unexpected outbursts desirous of escaping the proscribed patterns of society’s strictures as a whole. The orderly distribution of human beings to toil at their allotted tasks needed a static address. Thus the family home accompanied by the mortgage that was impossible to pay off until later life was instituted. The fiction of something called ownership a carrot to be held just out of reach by the overbearing burden of the state upon the hapless donkey. Something to further hobble any overly precocious male. The stress created by these artifices of the abstract referred to a normal life needing to be circumvented by a vehicle that represented escape but in fact ended up in further debilitation of choice. The modern automobile with its yearly releases managed to garner whatever future earning potential a family unit might be able to produce and recycle all their equivalent work product back into the hegemony of the overbearing state. That world germ known also as mankind.
OK, I’m confused? I’m a big boy. Sticks and stones won’t do more than possibly bruise a bit. OK. What confounds me is a sneak attack from a completely unexpected corner? Lets just say from someone that might be off their ‘meds‘ for the day. A perennial ‘do-gooder‘ Liberal lofting an assumed transgression that is mentioned somewhere in that ever-expanding street manual of ‘Critical Theory’ based crimes garnered from the Liberal lexicon. Something that in terms of the experience of anyone with Northern European genes has become akin to a seasonal affliction. Like the ‘grip‘ once was during cold’s season? Except of course, since the last election, EVERY day is cold season. Try for example mentioning the word TRUMP in mixed company in public. Yelling the epithet “NIGGER!” would cause less of a stir. That is a major transgression! But if you don’t utter a peep and someone calls you over to dish a serving of verbal shit that you cannot even recall? Quite frankly, I don’t know? Something about hurt feelings in a public discussion that occurred months back a topic of general world history? Huh? What? Come again? What’s the point? Nothing really. A minor incident that might have one scratching their heads for a half an hour? Little of consequence beyond minor irritation. This world seems to contain an overabundance of deranged ‘Third Wave Feminist’ champions that love to level their Liberal-speak harangue in any convenient direction at the drop of the ‘T‘ word. But what does remain shocking is that the evil beast of Liberal SJW political dementia is now so rampant within the land. Something approaching a St Vitus dance of an out of control excess of mental mania!
When one considers that the mindset of those so wrapped up in a polar viewpoint of the world that that believes that all else in terms of other viewpoints is complete and total heresy. And that it must be actively suppressed to the point that no other opinion than there own can be allowed to be aired in public discourse then there is good reason to be wary. If we were talking about taking up arms about a public figure as someone whose opinions were well known there might be some rationality to a situation of confrontation. But obviously warfare has hit street level at a small town and shopping mall near you. While YOU may not be at war with them, THEY are most assuredly at war with you. Picture that ever-trembling restless worm of a fanatical cult religious devotion burrowing into a palsied brain demanding acquiescence to it’s narrow dogma. Spontaneously threatening violent action if there is not an unequivocal submission by all others within their earshot. One could squawk about the tyranny that such persons impose? But, in reality, the discussion might be better put as the proclivity of these destructively maniacal little wind-up toys impose upon your local society.
The most logical response of, “Your nuts!“, coming minutes long past ones own foolish attempt to decipher reason with those hopelessly past irrational. Certainly that attempt once would have been considered appropriate. But from those who have come from that general fog of suburban indifference, the rules of the current political jungle demand something else. A sharp well administered rebuttal to hysterical harangues that convey a message of, “Continue your attack at your own peril.” It appears that as with many other eras of the past, the world has degenerated back into the jungle. Those who have been too long in thinking that such fundamental concepts as personal freedoms and the right to unhindered self-expression are are now deluded? Apparently this bygone sensibility is as extinct as the proverbial Dodo bird. What has been a minor irritation growing in volume over the year is now getting quite serious. The old adage of believing in the rights of others to speak their minds freely and defend it to the point of risking one’s mortality has shifted to “On guard!“, and defend yourself. At this late age, even being currently so long int he tooth, let me say that, I fully intend to do so.
Today he moped around. Making imagery that few if any seemed interested in. Exiled in public amidst others of my generation. Leached of all resources. Caught like a mouse in the same old maze. “My friend turned into a skeleton. Given up for dead. My other friends beset by useless trivial pursuit while the worst of humanity lights a fuse.” All this was on his mind for most of the week! The complacency of the children who just want to have a childhood. Mean man hating women who despise their own kind. What kind of society is this? There had always been talk of sorcery through the ages. Little could one imagine that it might come in the form of what was denoted as technology. Evil intentions of a few to capture the attentions of the entirety of their own species and control it like they might a lesser one. Directing the mind with images and sound to believe in things that weren’t there. And that had never existed. Myth built upon myth until these tales were lodged in the collective genes based on. The entire scheme demonic. Based on fear and envy.
Lighting the light to civil rational discourse comes at a price of being the eternal victim. You can’t have both! You can’t count on victories without encountering that unexpected defeat. The platform is waiting and the gibbet has you number. Grin and bear it and help others enjoy the show by playing your part. They had started as children and had ended up as adults. Substantially unchanged throughout by the process. Perhaps a little quieter without all the raucous? Who could tell. Now he was alone. A little more alone. His friend given up for lost. Just another face disappearing into the crowd of all the others that had been bustled away by the great healer of forgetfulness. Lost by the dark waters of exhausted imagination. Dispelled like a face in an angry pond. These were childish notions. He was a man in spite of all that. A man defined in the old sense of same. One whose armpits smelled and liked to sweat and wasn’t afraid to skip a meal not because of the look of his waistline but because some needful task demanded that it was necessary. Someone who wasn’t embarrased to put on three day old dirty work clothers without further comment. To crawl into that dirty world that no one else wanted to think of, much less be touched by. The world was run by the dregs of that part of general humanity that still considered itself human. Buggers and fairies and those with a sap in their back pocket who loved to hit a ‘square’ from behind just above the temple of his skull. Venal loathsome creatures that years of payoffs, graft and corruption had allowed to burrow past the back door screen.
He opened clogged drains in a manner of speaking. Rodded the sump of the worst that the culture could offer. One shot. One kill. One moment to completely disappear. And absolutely no remorse about it. That was how far down the evolutionary ladder the nation had fallen. The land had become a killing field. Those who harped about sporting raiment’s from the toil of others pretending ownership over all. The same old time worn game. Sooner or later left dead and half naked in their broken chariots several hundred kilometers lost int he wilderness. Left as an offering for the new conqueror. In the meantime, while their paltry necks rested outside the noose, seeing how much fatal mischief they could punish the planet with in the name of their own vainglorious avarice. Some lasting a month. Some lasting a century. All fallen into the hell fires of perdition fanned hot by their nearest rivals. There was no law for these worms that called themselves immortals. And no law to prevent them from being dispatched. King for a day after a night in the grove. Ambition and fame burned in the next harvest!
Such was the fate of the world. Blood seeding the ground so new blood could arise. Future generations transfixed by the same plight. The fatted cow of civilization. Ever to be slaughtered at maturity. It was impossible to see how this could be anything but obvious. If the gods had a face then it was Jupiter devouring his own kin. The sweet smell of Lilac and Lotus merely a cover for the stench of older bones long rank. The shovel and not the spear or gun being the most significant man made tool. How many more yet to be buried? The worms forever on holiday in this paradise! The ultimate folly of all those who believed millennia after millennia that anything had progressed. Nobility a dirty toga forever washed only to be soiled yet again. The willingness to embrace this simple fact making the difference in terms of those who lived on and those who disappeared as if they never were.
Orwell would have been proud. That is, if Orwell really admired his own sense of vision about the world falling into perdition. The worldwide system of communication that initially had been free of constraint. But now one had to fear that one would be secretly singled out and barred for some arcane reference to what those who ran and controlled the system might consider as “inappropriate“. News items both real and ersatz were daily broadcast on tributaries of the larger upstream news wires. Liberally documented with what appeared to be grassroots phone captured video footage peppered with high quality ‘mood’ photos. Material designed equally as much to confuse as to clarify. Cadres of ‘trolls’ up and down the stream of information muddying the waters with enthusiastic disinformation cast in negative emotions urging ‘knee jerk‘ animal response from the average viewer. Pick any rabble rousing era in history and compare the genius of employing the crowd dynamic of schizophrenic single-mindedness without the actuality of a physical mass of humanity standing beneath the same tree. The virtual victim handing their plucked rhetorically by the neck swinging before all. The mob stirring its ire and rebounding ot back and forth between anonymous sources. Some actual personages and others paid agitators of the state apparatus who egged on any so foolish as to let their pent up emotions fly forth into typed text. The robust mechanics of this unified system growing ever more voracious for raw data. Collecting, organizing and storing every aspect of what was so foolishly inputted. Assaying the time and frequency of keystrokes. Building dossiers of cross referenced preference to model the behavior of the faceless individuals based on time of day and the voraciousness of their actions in accordance with the category of latest event.
How foolish anyone was to abandon their accustomed modes of real world discourse with their fellows in favor of the promise of a larger theoretically more admiring audience. A figment of one’s imaginary ego bound desire to find and have universal acceptance with the fiction of others that thought and felt and acted in consort with their own supposedly unique point of view. The opposite of this situation of course being the case. Liberty, as it once was known had become a sham. The general population no longer willing to mount inconvenient notions into any form of ground level immediacy of physical conversation. Preferring instead the absurd antithesis of what was in fact completely monitored discourse with what was in fact an artificial avatar of the state. The streets and byways of the land growing quieter by degree as the masses of humanity chased their own tiny personal handheld devices. Their rapt attentions ever focused hopefully on the appearance some small byte of information or string of text from some remote unseen source with a familiar ‘handle’. A world enslaved. Removed physically from the waking world and thrust into a consensual illusion of daily accessible mass communication with the mental construct of a diverse and accepting multicultural audience. Who knew anymore if their pen pals were human or just artfully guided collections of electrical impulses following algorithms set up to recapitulate one’s own previous responses over inauthentic events that to one’s shock might have never occurred in the first place. The hint let out from on high every once and a while that this was indeed the case. That the whole experience was a trap. A stratagem devised to create mass hysteria and then study the reactions of the two legged public at large. Like rats condemned to the pernicious curiosity of psycho scientists forever changing the maze keeping them away from food and fraternity with their own kind. Cruelty and perverse intentions conducted all in the name of a soul crushing ever-voracious Babylonian Hebrew deity Moloch whose fires needed to be stoked minute to minute with fresh bodies and fertile minds. The offerings to this fire illuminated drawn from the personal commitment of the unwary not understanding the danger in so frivolously sharing their innermost thoughts with this infernal beast.
The collective entity of humanity counted and the sum total of their thoughts, hopes and dreams added up and then recycled back to them in some perverse form of twisted reflection advocating further abstraction from the self in promoting the purchase of highly prices useless articles to enhance the ‘realism’ of the experience. When in fact the merchandise was simply a more intricate form of mental encroachment promising everything to its new owner but delivering a time wasting enhancement of sequestering more minutes of devotion during the day to steal away one’s mind away from one’s self. Everlasting temporal fame and the most up to date membership with that imaginary elite lurking just below the surface of awareness of the growing obsession for satisfaction of the same growing like a cancer obliterating the normal personality expressing anything individual. The entire society de-evolving into insects nervously seeking out their own kind trying to find their hive. The monsters administering this system either completely blind to its eventual ramifications or so morally bankrupt to only acknowledge the thrill of directing so many hundreds of million lives with the casual touch of a few keystrokes. The notion of enjoying an absolutely unique self as once considered the most enervating element in existence now close to extinct. The age of parasites feeding on the soul of humanity now having progressed into full swing.
There had long been a notion popularly held by recent generations now just past that vampires are real and do exist. Manifestations of bipeds that lived following the herds of humans through time and space as a pack of wolves might have in the Eastern forests of middle Europe before they had been denuded by the sightless industry of man. Shape shifter’s by the intelligent design of the great nameless invisible creator of all, they had many odd and arcane powers that their punier humankind could barely imagine in dark nightmare disturbing rest. The lexicons of descriptive words the reigning babble of many parallel languages unable to fully describe their powers over their prey. Only in terms of the strength in numbers did hominid’s enjoy any sort of advantage. This consequence coming from the husbandry of their betters in their species being bred at large as an expansive herd. The tastes of their master’s leaning towards variety creating much duplication. There seemed to be no inherent danger to their breed from what was generally referred to by these self-congratulatory superior entities. Many of their foremost leaders kept larger estates manned by select members of them for the amusement of play and basic sustenance to be harvested. The roles that these unwitting mortal were found to be most useful in being servants. The greater delicacy generally agreed within the brood being not simply blood or flesh but the capturing of their life’s forces drained at the point of death through fear serving almost as a condiment. There was a natural loathing that was harbored by some bipeds based upon a certain unexpected level of biological evolution of awareness. Careful watch kept to make sure that this phenomena was not contagiously spread so as to make the larger herd unmanageable. To the uncrafted sensibilities of their breed any extended attempt at a larger realization of their plight defeated by socialization. The rules of society in the hands of their ‘betters’.
The supremacist merry-go-round. ‘Whites‘ were once on it. Then they were lobbied to let negroes and women on it along with them. Now the ‘Negroes‘ and women want the ‘whites‘ to sit at the back of the bus and get off on their election. All the while the ‘Jews‘ driving the bus pretend to support all by support none. Other passengers from different identities getting on and off any only briefly engaging in the rowe. Only their own nebulous claim to be both above all things. And of course, superior to them. Supremacy is an ego-trip. Those who indulge in it seem to puff up like a balloon that go sailing slowly to the upper atmosphere. At a certain point the bubble expands as the air pressure insides exceeds that of the outside. But the structural integrity soon is overwhelmed by the internal pressure of that ego and bursts. The best that the balloon can hope for it it has lost its attachment to common sense is to get caught at a higher altitude for a while and begin to loose air. Then slowly as that ego deflates it comes down gradually in a sagging sense of humility. Of course that occurs only on calm days. When the atmosphere is stirred up There is less likelihood that the balloon with survive the journey upwards nearly as far.
This seems analogous to the ancient Greek tale of Icarus who build his wings of wax and feathers. The closer to the Sun that he rose the mores the wax softened until the whole contraption melted away. The result being an inevitable falling back to take a fatally hard landing on solid earth. Popular Western culture is too enamored with the ‘self‘. Too smug and secure in the fact that for better or worse, nothing is going to change in their neighborhood anything soon. But like anyone caught by whimsy to step farther into topics they have no right to claim judgment about they overstep their limits. And in a society as overstuffed with everything including opinion, they are easily popped. The whole culture riding on the edge of the cliff of unavoidable chaos due to unproductive attitudes that will solidify into hatreds and quite possibly to bloody violent conflict. But over what? Who did what to whom several hundred million years back when no one now living could have ever been alive. The irony being that what is considered as the most accurate history being the province of the group considered most in power and actively scheduled by other ones for demotion. One’s opponents having to learn the dogmas of it’s opposites to attack it. More absurdly yet these same attacking groups needing to attempt to believe in their own collective fantasies that are at the same time both arcane and far afield so that they cannot bear any scrutiny beyond serving as an excuse for animal blood lust. Whatever they hope to gain from those that they consider as too dominant simply being destroyed. And everyone being the lesser for the exercise. That old adage of, “Cutting off your nose to spite your face!”, coming into play. No one able to be right because the popular harangues of the moment has made every other for of exclamation wrong. The mindless philosophy of a stirred up mob trying to find some mischief to get into so justify its ill feelings. Any and all scapegoats may apply.
Of course, seismic events do not simply occur from nowhere without someone behind the scenes expending an awful large amount of effort to get them going. The principle of finding a harmonic upon which to apply a scalar situation of discontent that effects all sides equivalently badly so that depending upon the point of view everyone is both right and wrong. The fact of the matter being that they are not in control of themselves in either way beyond simply being swept away in the prevailing stormy winds. Throughout history there are always certain groups that wait in the wings who have been born in the back alleys that seem to prosper on continued chaos. They take great lengths to not be called out in public as the instigators of trouble that they really are. Part of their art being to not only remove common sense logic from any discussion, but to convince any that might stumble upon their chicanery as crazy or unfair in their accusations countering their insiders innate behaviors. These are the human virus’s and parasites in no way different to that a similar species that affect both animal and man. Who is to ultimately blame? What can one say that over the long term it does not really matter. For to go beyond pointing out the roles taken by all and going on from that moment to deflate the egos of all to a reasonable size depriving them of the intake of further drama, there is nothing more that can nor need be done.
No engine of man in terms of an abstract governing body or popularly recognized saint of current reigning authority can take the place of the almighty of the fact that all sides remain pint-sized and minuscule before the insoluble mystery of the universe. Those simple questions of existence that the ego-bound would so easily hope to ignore and leave behind as they pump themselves up to escape same. You may think and therefore thou art? But can any in the crowd of those doing same collectively prove that their attempts are really more than just another passing fad or folly. In that ways mankind is it’s own worse enemy. The final judge being the inevitability of an inescapable ending to their tale. The story of every endeavor coming to a finite conclusion. That is what recorded history at its best can offer that those living only in the moment of their own folly cannot.
Hello all you traitors to your own kind! You will get what is coming to you. What you have strived and connived for all along. No holiday will mark your victory. No statue will be erected to your fame. They will all be gone torn down in the beautiful impossible dystopia that you have built with ash and rock fragments of the one that you so righteously ripped apart. The work of millennia erased because it did not fit with the trend of the day proclaimed on your I-phones. I hope that you rot in the universe that you are hell bound to create in your self-righteous fervor. You are working hard to deserve it. A master hand from behind the scenes is evident. Whites betray themselves. Defile their own kith and kin. They would rather be slaves to a false ideals. Than fight for their own kind. Than defend their own cause for survival. Blinded, brainwashed, by an embedded enemy that pretends to be a friend. But that is obsessed in wearing the crown of thorns of another. Obsessed by the tale of one of their own that they murdered so very long ago. A band of common cutthroats. Pretenders to the thrown. A deceitful scheming ever restless insurgent bent only by a hatred of the human race. That squats over the moral high ground like a jealous hen. It summons its minions fanning the hot flames in what is worse in them. Turning them into a pack of wild dogs. You can hear the pack barking in midday. No longer simply a nuisance at night. Those subverted by the sham of governing sit idly by shivering in their hutches like lesser hens. Concerned only with protecting their own nests. Of squatting indifferently while they fail their oaths of office with complete indifference. The will not survive. But de-evolve. Blacks cannot change! They still are enslaved. And prefer to remain so because, “da pikin’s is always good!” Shiftless beggars deserving of zero respect. They can never pull themselves up out o the pig pen poverty the so richly enjoy. What fun to exert their mercurial mindless violence and get away with it. The sick twisted mentality of getting what’s coming. The will. But it will be their end. They will be gone after the whites are. Hordes of barbarians babble in their graveyard tongues. Uncaring of anything but what is deemed as wealth. Come from afar to sack and pulverize all that they do not understand. Cannot understand. Were never meant to by the strictures of the lands that they were raised in. That they left. They are merely hatchling’s wrought of former guilt of those that they have come to consume. To cannibalize. Amazing how frugal and effective this unseen hand works! Turning one against another. Blood must be shed to bring all to their senses. But then it will be too late. The world will move on and civil society will lay in shards. In its place a hostile workhouse that will slowly replace humanity by the clock. Commodities only from cradle to grave. Genetically modified to not even care. To be happy like a mindless idiot. To be ready to serve and serve and serve at the push of a button. Robots in name. And worth nothing. Amazing how well decadence works. A lesson passed down from the universe to the lions of old. The hyenas will eat you. The roaches will devour the rest. The seven plaques of Egypt revisited. The same old story brought to you by the same old culprits. Go ahead and laugh! It’s your funeral.