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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Sunday, May 18, 2008

    Desperate People...

    ...desperate times.

    I have met the government, and it is us. People will do anything they feel they have to do to survive. We demonize the Romans for making mass slaughter a spectator sport, or the Germans for using the cold tactics of an exterminator. And we sacrifice millions of infants to Moloch. So, who is the Bad Guy, here?

    I've said it before, and I'll say it again: you really, really do not want to frighten a group of people who outnumber you, and are in positions of whatever passes for 'power'.
    Ask Rodney King.

    You think all we imported from Nazi Germany after the war were their rocket scientists? Shit, I'll bet you anything that there are caves and mines prepared all over the country, near rail lines, ready to accept Americans being marched into them, where someone will push a button, and nerve gas will be released.

    I know for a fact that every telephone in the Greater Boston Area was tapped at one time. Every. Phone. Might still be. I don't care, fuck Boston.
    I know for a fact that there are teams of government assassins roaming American cities right now. That they are so thick, they run across each other all the time, and wave and say hi. Many of them hold the rank of General Officer, and are the coldest, most jolly killers you'd never want to meet.

    And all of that movie stuff about 'cleaners'? True. They will 'sanitize' an entire city block if they need to in order to accomplish their mission. And one day, people like that will be called upon to sanitize entire cities. By whatever means necessary.

    Now, I look forward to death. So far, I am a terrible failure at achieving that goal. You, on the other hand, might wish to hang on to life. Sometimes at any cost...
    This is the type of person who becomes an informant, or a prison camp guard. Or maybe they just drive the train. Or clean out the ovens.

    It always takes people. Large groups of people rarely kill themselves. I have met the government, and...

    It is us.