Back to School.
A Devil hesitates to repeat himself, but every social critic runs into the same problem, that though you have evolved as a species, you never change. A chronic Oxymoron, it can be hard to find something fresh to reproach you for.
That you still consider yourself the top of the heap simply astonishes me.
You own that you’re a miserable lot, born with some kind of sin, doomed to serve gods with high standards and fail. Born with prejudice, instinctual and life saving for all of your centuries, try to cut it out from yourselves. Laser it off, now you think you’re done with it.
Here is a simple truth, think it through and look around you. Not in your home, your little Kingdom Inviolate, but everywhere else, look and listen and remember these words.
As soon as you abandon the idea that humans are basically good people, the world suddenly makes sense. The painful nightmare of constant cognitive dissonance just disappears.
Find the Perfect Freedom of this. Let it sever you from your own need to be considered good, why should you be? No one else is.
Learn next, and this is Critical, that Politicians Are Evil by definition.
You all say it out loud over coffee, a cherished freedom, but secretly you have hope that someone will magically get elected who will be honest and change everything, and stay in power despite it. (If he does, he will be assassinated.) Oops, sorry to piss on your hopes.
Never let these creatures touch your fucking babies, are you nuts? Do you have any idea where those hands have been? Go home and wash all the dick off your baby, all the sperm traces. Look at your Tax bill. Look at your government, look at its past. Anyone in North America should be right ashamed of the last 400 years, why aren’t you? Why don’t you ask your government what they do with your money? What they did with it then.
Why don’t you stop sending it until you see accountability? Because you and your family will disappear. If you think this is high talk, I invite you to consider the powers of Internal Revenue, and be thankful that they’re not Romans, so you won’t end up in a salt mine. It will just feel like it.
Politicians preserve the Eternal Lie, changing its face as needed to keep it current, they are the cogs of the Infernal Machine that you all live in, bow to, bow under. They keep it going.
They have no interest in changing it, only Ruling it.
But by all means, let them pollute the landscape, your yard, highways and everywhere that can be dirtied, with their atrocious signs, let this infect you like a plague as you live your life. Line up, sheep, yes, like that, the dogs will keep you there until you vote, go now, make us legitimate, make us matter, turn us into truth by placing your mark for one of us. Do it now, or you deserve what you get.
If you believe a single word a Politician says, then you do deserve it. In Hell we turn them away for the stench they carry with them. The lice, the fleas, the scabs, the balding crowns, the worn out knees, the hideous mouths, deformed and faithless, shaped to suck something. The greedy hands, still clutching the deed for their soul, ready to sell. No, there are no Politicians in Hell.
Curse them for the scum they are. Hide your goods, hide your children.
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“Electioneering” by Radiohead