cut away to a storm ravaged coastline - beaucoup pentup investment velocity on a planet dying from an excess of trustfund babies gorging on foi gras in one form or another · surrounded by earnest hard working victors of the only war ‘merica could not wiggle free from without “defeat” all over its delusional pre-MAGA fascist wannabe cap. The most revolting truth of the previous passage is how successfully the “dream machine” managed to dress these same victorious warrior people in MAGA caps - little different than the fact that invariably the greatest death tolls from the recent plague are in those districts favoring fascism over indigenous wisdom - the same wisdom that handed to “BlUE” corporate overlords victory over the “RED” corporate overlords, not because it was right, but because it was profitable. How to atone to a population that would deliver to its oppressor an opportunity to place the stomping Orwell boot on the face of mankind; once again to save that same oppressor's ass from self-destruction¿ that is a question?
Just now i am inhaling fumes from an unknown source of a fumigant designed to kill ants, but which more accurately disrupts the endocrine system of every human that breathes it. And i do not like these ants, they are small, very savvy about nutrition, preferring the protein of sunflower seeds to copious amounts of rice remnants. This is the brave new world we are being delivered into by the merchant’s minions of chemistry giving blow jobs to the lords of wealth. Capitalism is a bitter old woman who has no sexual appeal any longer and has for so long lived with a broken heart that she cares nothing about the lives she disrupts to keep her coffers full - coffers that yoke the weaker souls to her will.
Don’t believe me, believe the illness your children endure to allow you more hours at work and has allowed you to pay for the telephonic yoke used to satisfy your guilt about abandoning your family to an unholy quest for “enough” that you will once again be free to be the loving person you used to be. Bullshit, and you know it is the excess you yearn for and not the depravation required from harder but more fulfilling existence you would have if you bought less and gardened more. Admit to yourself that the image you see just out of your reach has deluded you to abandon your deeper convictions, more honorable friends and separated you from kindness you were born to but got trampled somewhere underfoot on your march to liberation from the same slavery you are paying the corporate overlords to preserve for you.
Harsh i know - you have to ask yourself am i lying¿ if so, to what end? You’ve paid nothing but the connection fee if any you use to access this channel. I know you not and wish nothing from you for the time it has taken you to read these thoughts of mine. But more to the point, to leave now, you must answer in your own heart if i lie. Are you not better off leaving profit and acquisition to others with more empty souls than your own, because if you have read this far, there is something compelling about the logic of caring more for your soul and the wellbeing of your immediate cohort than the opinion of some vague screen designation of “success,” issued by a questionable source who is already charging you to read their opinion.
I am dying; we are all dying - the question is how do we collectively wish to face this fact of our weird as fuck existence · do we believe capitalists who have enslaved our next 10 generations to a debt whose interest only they feed upon, or do we seize the serendipity of a plague they could not contain, but very likely created for military purposes? Do we revert to form and look into the places of each of our own hearts that only we can hear and listen to what we believe is the highest best purpose we can achieve with the “time” allotted us by a universe that cannot be comprehended with innumerable degrees, countless anointing or wealth that would embarrass Croesus himself: you are the wisdom you seek and the source of knowledge enough to guide your steps and the steps of that family you have been borne to and love more than life itself.
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