I live in an area of the country that exemplifies the broken dreams of days long past; a once thriving city that has long ago died and moved on. Once upon a time, places like this gave hope to Americans that just wanted a better life for their children, for people that just wanted an opportunity to do better for themselves and produce something to leave to their progeny. I’m sorry to tell you the bad news but those dreams of a brighter future have been stolen from you. They’ve been crushed beneath the waves of greed, selfishness and willful ignorance. I live in the ghetto, in the hood. I refer to the place where I live as “Detroit Junior.” Just another one on the list of amazing cities that have been gutted in this country, stealing the most from those whose blood and sweat built it.
The reason I mention the place where I live, is because it’s a city that was once thriving with industry, culture and manufacturing. It has long since died and moved on, and to me, living where I do, in the trenches, you can observe what happens when a country that was once the icon of the world, a bastion of innovation and ingenuity, begins to become a third-world hellhole. It tends to sink in and put things into the framework of a broader perspective. We’ve allowed the glory that we could become to be stolen from our children, to be cast asunder, to be raked through the mud and spat upon. We may as well go to the cemetery and piss or deliberately vomit on the gravestones of our forefathers, the ones who slaved in the factories or died in the fields of battle. We can photograph it and call it modern art!
The architecture in this city is exquisite; there are many Victorian and Colonial homes, many of which are subdivided and filled with the vermin that rise from the gutter of broken dreams. Products of the system I suppose. Well, it’s a heroin infested shithole but damn, the architecture is wonderful! To be fair, there are still nice places in this city and many wonderful people, in fact, some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met in my life are from right here and I am honored to know them. On the other hand, this is written from the perspective of the economically depressed areas, where the streets tell the awful and bitter truth.
Oh yes, Heroin. Heroin and pills. When I was a kid it was: “hey mister, can you buy us a six pack?” Or: “you got any weed?” Now, the young ones inject the venom or snort the powered death of the OxyContin or Vicodin that they score on the streets and flush their meaningless lives away into the misery that their existence has become. As much as it breaks my heart, I can’t say that I blame them, having to cope in this world of shit they’ve inherited. What really gets me, is that for a while, the opiate pain medications were openly prescribed and readily available. Then, just as the laws changed, to make them virtually impossible to obtain, suddenly the streets are flooded with Heroin. Hmmm.
Kind of makes you wonder huh? You want to destroy a nation? Then get the children! Get the kids hooked on gadgets and dope and you’ve got them by the balls! You can plainly see the results within the eyes of the walking dead that surround you, the ocean of sullen and empty vessels adrift on the seas of despair. The sewer is backing up and the toilet is overflowing. Metaphorically speaking, you should grab a mop and bucket, because you’re about to be inundated with shit! Roll up the sleeves! Put those rubber boots on and get ready!
Everything that could mean anything at all is cheapened in this world, reduced to meaningless dribble, made worthless, corrupted, destroyed; and what does have value is twisted, contorted and sold back to you, and with a smile, you will happily embrace and pay for your own enslavement and your tasty little bowl of shit stew. Freedom scares the living shit out of you because never have you known what it means to be truly free and never you shall if you are unwilling to face your own inner tyrant. The only “freedom” you have ever known is an illusion and a cheap facsimile.
You can lie to yourself just as much as you’d like to but that does not change the situation. The only one that can change it is YOU but you’ve become internally displaced, distracted and indifferent and you have failed to recognize what your forefathers warned you about. The very ideals that they were willing to die for, that they were willing to sweat and toil in the fields and factories for to give you a better life, have been shunned and spat upon and what makes matters worse is that your failure to recognize this condemns your children to slavery as history has proven.
Look at culture; look at the world. I mean really look at it, with an unjaundiced eye and tell me what you see. If you are truly honest with yourself, you will see something so beautiful, something with so much potential that has been turned into a sewer. If you are even more honest, you may discover that you have a part in the projection of toxicity onto the stage of life; you contribute your shit to the mess by failing to cleanse your own energetic poison. We don’t deal with it, we project it, and when billions do it collectively, a singularly beautiful planet, an oasis in the desert, becomes a surreal, toxic, wasteland, a garbage dump. It does not have to be this way nor should it because this ego-generated world is an affront to balance, an affront to beauty, an affront to life and an affront to the human experience. It’s like taking a beautiful work of art, and smearing it with excrement.
Your country falls to hell all around you, teetering on the edge of becoming a third-world nation and you don’t even want to address the situation, much less talk about it amongst your “friends.” No, you’re too busy being distracted with mundane shit and irrelevant garbage specifically designed to divert your attention away from the enemy that’s staring you in the face and the solution to your plight. You are far too dumbed down and cognitively corralled to even have the balls to stand up to, let alone to even be aware of what is occurring all around you. You know NOTHING of history because that bores you, besides, you’re too busy being a servant to the system that rapes you, that you couldn’t care less about history and that is your very downfall. It’s repeating itself right before your eyes but you are too mentally numbed out to even notice it…Or to care. “As long as I got mine,” right? Best of luck! It’s all been taken away from you already…You blind and conquered serf!
There are many homeless in this dead city, this underbelly of the ashes of broken dreams. Many of them are veterans, the poor kids who were sent to kill and die on behalf of the rich and elite that sent them to the killing fields for their own god damned selfish interests. The bravest amongst your brethren are sent to die in bogus wars of attrition and your lack of knowledge, care and compassion condemns them and allows it to continue, as does their own willingness to blindly follow orders, ignore their conscience and comply to the very system that steals the very thing that they and you think it is they are fighting for…FREEDOM! “I know I helped to massacre those innocent children but I was just doing my job.”
“And the bankers grow fat on the flesh of the dispossessed.” – Dan Fogelberg
“Do what you are told!” NO! Fuck you! I will do what is right! How many people in our dying world think that way? Sadly, far too few.
Take an honest look at this diseased culture we find ourselves immersed within, that is, if you can. Most cannot because they are too drunk within their own perceptual illusions to even take notice to what is occurring all around them and if they can’t even do that, then where is their capacity for compassion or caring? Well, it’s been bred out of them. The very spark of who you are has been crushed and stolen, lied to and contorted from the time you first set foot into a school building or a church, right up until the time you watched the “news” report this evening. Your entire life is a perceptual lie! Your perceptual awareness has been guided or rather, misguided and you remain completely clueless to this fact. It may just be a good time to wake the fuck up!
Not only has kindness and compassion been bred out of the majority but also the spirit of the warrior. The courage and willingness to stand up against corruption and evil has been replaced with “safe spaces,” politically correct twaddle and a homogenized mess of collectivized sickness. The true warrior is not afraid to face this awful truth which is the very thing that sets him apart from the herd.
Both the left and the right, completely devoid of any grasp whatsoever of history, allow themselves to be manipulated into bashing each other’s skulls in, fighting over which manufactured illusions are the correct ones, never even becoming remotely aware of who is pulling the strings or that it is even being done at all; they are beyond oblivious. The willingness to kill one another over ideologies and scripted, theatrical nonsense has nothing to do with courage or with possessing the spirit of a warrior; it is merely a display of dancing like a marionette on the strings of stupidity and evil, while the manufactured bullshit they “fight” for swallows them into the pit of oblivion. Good job dullards!
They have lost the ability to think critically, to comport themselves as human beings or to even maintain a basic understanding of the world that is imploding all around them. In their twisted and manipulated minds, their manufactured, prepackaged, idiotic and poisonous worldview is the correct one and they are willing to kill and die for it, operating on a level of consciousness that is beneath that of an animal, willing to become cannon fodder and playing right into their masters’ hands. The Fabian string pullers of the Consortium and their Marxist cohorts are not nearly as much of an enemy to be feared as are these brain-dead cattle that blindly march to their own destruction with nary a whimper. This is why the divide and rule game is played out over and again, because it is so effective upon the weak minded. It keeps the herd squabbling amongst itself and destroying one another while the masters grow wealthier as they drive your nation into the pit and steal your children’s futures while the bombs fall yet again on innocent people.
Mindless, often completely random acts of violence are erupting all over the place. People are attacked for supporting a particular politician or for even more ridiculous reasons, such as not being able to get ice cream at a fast food slop house. The sickness is spreading uncontrollably and although it surrounds you, still too many refuse to see it. They would rather cling to their perceptual illusion that everything is just fucking swell and dandy rather than face the fact that their entire perceptual reality is a lie and that it’s about to implode all around them.
“Just be positive.” “Don’t focus on the negative.” “It’s all good!” “Just think happy thoughts.” “Let go and let god.” “Just meditate and all the evils of the world will magically disappear.” “Shower the darkness with love & light.” Oh man, I feel sick to my stomach…Can I please get a vomit bag?
Listen here: you can take all of that horse shit and blow it out of your ass! Those ridiculous ideas exemplify the mentality of a spineless and completely pacified coward! Instead of blindly buying into all of that docile bullshit, why don’t you pick up your fucking sword and swing it like your forefathers did? No? You don’t want to go there? Fine! Then you and your children can become cannon fodder if that is what you choose. Herein lies the difficulty: you must choose! Decision time is here and now, whether you like it or not. If you choose not to take a stand then that is fine and I wish you all the best. I will pay my respects to the dead.
Walk in peace.