A virus of death is upon us, bred in labs to perfection--every strain engineered for maximum potency. Our system--everything--is manufactured, created and propagated for the purpose of conforming us to its image. Look around you--how ironic, how sickeningly ironic--we are a race of corporate-crafted ‘individuals’, deluded, moronic, ignorant of our own enslavement to an over-arching pyramid of lies. But how can it be? What have we done? What have we sold our precious human birthright for? I’ll tell you in one word--convenience, plain and simple. Our masters figured out long ago what makes a man tick, what his inner weaknesses consist of. They know we fundamentally long to please ourselves, fulfilling our lusts like brute beasts. So what have they done? They have given us a system that is befitting--a great glut of convenience, with a million different entertainments to choose from, a billion choices--everything from cars to potato chips. We have become slaves to diversity, ever gorging ourselves but never satisfied.
Pimps and whores no longer dwell in the gutters, they roam the streets of mainstream America, in middle-class houses, in corporate offices, their sins a putrid vomit they wade through day after meaningless day. And above it all, atop the pyramid, the great Eye watches, watches as we hand its image over in exchange for some useless toy or distraction. It laughs at us all, at you and me, for it perceives the greater picture, and alone realizes what all of this is about--this dumb horse and pony show--because it has designed the whole sorry mess, ordained it long ago from glittering chambers high above the consciousness of the average American plebeian. The Eye’s hatred for you and I has been and is being manifested, step by step, slowly but surely, year by year. It understands that the key to our destruction lies not merely in killing us outright, but in the theft of our very souls, in a mass de-humanization of mankind. Hitler did it by force in the camps, but we, ‘enlightened’ modern creatures that we are, dance toward our predestined fate willingly, singing the latest ditty, buying the latest gadget, hypnotized and tripping on our own self-perceived glory. Our idols parade before us enticingly, clouding all thought and perception. We dance, we play… Children are stolen and traded like cattle, President’s heads are blown off on film in broad daylight, unheard screams rebound in dark forests on October 31rst and December 25, and good ‘Christian’ politicians bow before gods of stone in California. But all that is a myth, excuse me, I’ve misspoken! But
of course, white is black, up is down, and left is right. Forgive me for defying my masters, forgive me for not selling my mind to them lock, stock, and barrel. Thank you for reminding me that I cannot read, I cannot write, and I cannot speak. For I am a contrite slobbering slave, chained to my fancy house and all-consuming job.
Have mercy on me for merely pointing out that I hear the mocking laughter of those above us, who see us for who and what we are--what they have created--pigs wallowing in our own filth, a cancer upon the earth in need of exorcising, a spring-board for the entrapment of all mankind. Can you not see how the hatred within our masters becomes our own--our damnation made perfect in nuclear smoke? Three steel skyscrapers are reduced to powder. Who’s to blame? What’s the meaning? Ah! A talking head inside my glowing-box-of-knowledge says a brown man with a tiny box-knife is to blame! Kill the brown people! Bomb the brown people! Ten years later, with a million brown people dead, we are drunk off death and blood. Fiction and truth are interchangeable, and the horrors of war a trip to the cinema… But such has always been the intent of the Eye, streaming down through Time from misty Eden, guided along by those who hate the Light and see free will as a privilege rather than a precious gift.
There are no lengths to which the Powers That Be will not go to bring about their ancient global vision--a so called ‘paradise’ of perfect control, in which you and I serve darkness as humble robotic workers--as blanks, pieces of evolved meat crafted by the great eugenics wizards. Drink your fluoride and baby parts, kids! Take your mercury shots too! Ingest it all like candy, lap it up like a dog at his bowl. Raise your hands to have your feeble, prideful souls placated by veiled witchcraft. And in the End-Game, when hell is yawning beneath you and your controllers, do not look for mercy from the God you have scorned, betrayed, and spread eagle on a tree to die. You executed him in the city dump and now shun the life he gives. Drink of your bitterness then, swallow the filthy dregs of your wanton excesses. To our graves we shall march, our nakedness hardly concealed by the tattered American flag we have draped around ourselves.
Do not discount my words! I am no pessimist, I am no nihilist. For we have rejected the Light, we are those of the reprobate mind, led like sheep to the slaughter, harlot puppets for the amusement of our dark masters. But… when all is said and done, they shall lose, and the joke will be on us, then.
The last hour has arrived… Will you not awaken?
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