Copouts about slippery slopes to hell are also slippery slopes to hell.
We are either responsible for our choices or we are not. If we are, then there are no slippery slopes because responsible men head down those slopes knowingly and with intent, for better or worse, the latter being most often the case, it seems.
We hamstring ourselves with these false beliefs that obfuscate the real truth, that we are indeed responsible for what we say, think, and do.
Know what is right and wrong at the most basic levels and then CHOOSE what you will do in that knowledge. It is exactly our collective failure to do this that has lead us into the deep end of the septic tank where we now find ourselves slowly sinking below the level where we will be able to continue to breathe.
I'd like to suggest we start knocking off the enforcers, but we cannot even get it up to put a company like Anheuser Busch out of business as a show of who it is that is really in charge of things, pretty well proving that though we should be, we are not. How much less, the prospects of engaging in mass disobedience against the Tyrant and, more particularly, the enforcers? And if we have no hope of pulling off even that relatively meager expression of dissent, how in hell could we even dream of dropping those instruments of tyranny where they stand?
And even so, when they were all gone, then what? And I mean what about the hundred million or more of us (and here I speak only of America - let the rest of the world fend for itself, which they will not) who expect all that "free" stuff that would then no longer be forthcoming?
No matter how you slice that melon, we will have to go to hot, shooting war in order to achieve even a modest relief from the daily tyrannies we have brought upon ourselves over the last century or two. Theye are not the only tyrants, nor their overt enforcers: the willing obedient are the greatest tyrants of all, for their numbers are legion, their corruptions vast, and their avarice without bottom or edge.
We have indeed met the enemy, and he is us.
Seriously pal, what does one do in a situation so nearly to being hopeless as that? You draw your shit up and do what is right, come what may. Note "come what may".
We have nothing to lose by fighting; nothing, that is, for which it is worth to lay down for Themme. What value a house, a car, a pile of gold, if you are nothing but a slave who holds those meager possessions at the whim and deign of a scumbag who could not be trusted even to rape your children predictably?
Consider that at least fifty years ago the slavery was relatively pretty. There were procedures in place to better guarantee just treatment of the mean man by Themme and their agents. We no longer enjoy even those pathetic crumbs from the Despot's table, and that is all they ever were, mere crumbs doled out at the whim and caprices of devils who would have happily murdered your forebears and their children, had they been able to get away with it. But they needed them for labor and taxes and, of course, their eternal and masturbatory self-aggrandizement.
But now we have technologies that render many of us extraneous and the day will come when Theye will be able to wipe the bulk of the useless eaters from the face of the earth and feel no absence whatsoever, but only a sense of self-satisfies relief, along with thanks to whatever demon-entity it is to which the bend their knees in obsequious, reward-seeking worship.
Seriously now, we really have nothing at all to lose by fighting, except our chains and the ever-present threat to our lives that those bastard spawn hold over us every second of every day. Some fates are far, far worse than death and loss of all one's material assets. Without liberty, life loses its value rather precipitously, and yet here we find ourselves, degraded to utterly as to no longer even feel the least tinge of shame as what we have allowed to be heaped upon our lives, as if there were not a single fiber of self-respect remaining to us as we clutch at our cell phones, terrified they will no longer occupy our thoughts and keep us from seeing the sad, ugly, and pitiable truth about our existences on this earthly plane. We should the most of us be burning with red-faced shame, but all we do is continue to grasp at empty illusions of actual lives worth the living, instead of our hollow existences made that way through the kind ministrations of those who see YOU as nothing but another commodity for trade and transformation into obedient automatons, whether gotten by enticement, terror, of some smarmy combination of the two, which is precisely that to which we are treated daily.
I don't even pity humanity any longer, but only despise it, my exceptions being for the small handfuls of souls who stand tall, middle-fingers raised to the Tyrant, whose enforcers usually take their pounds of flesh therefrom in one form or another.
So again I say fight. Disobey at every turn and kill in defense of that which was bestowed each of us by the Divine. To do less is to merit nothing better than the extinction that Theye so clearly hold in store for most of us. And if you're going to your doom, should you not at least go with eyes wide open, on your feet as men, rather than as Weakmen?
Once again: little or nothing to lose.
Be good to yourselves, please, and until next time, kindly accept my best wishes.
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