The Mud and Blood on Napoleon's Boots

All hail the Emperor of Faltering America.

The Titanic hasn't struck the iceberg, but it will. It must. It always does.

What has happened here...very slowly...then very quickly...is that the actors on the large stage of this old turning world...have shed their costumes. They are naked. Their slavish ambitions to power and obscene wealth are laid bare for all to see...and the unwashed population thinks it's a soap opera, a video game, a Matrix sim....but no.

 It's as real as the the most violent and vile parts of the Old Testament 

We...here...now...

have grown much much too comfortable.  Fully Lazy and Partially Stupid. Gleefully blind. So drugged and stupefied, it makes morphine look like sparkling water.

So... "We the People" now properly and professionally anesthetized can't possibly fight back. We have ever so slowly been pick pocketed and numbed...our moral outrage fully diluted.

Ethics, morals and rule of law...are so yesterday...so quaint and useless.

The Machinery of Power taught us to fear the weather and "Forever Eastern Enemies".

 We volunteered with blood and toil to build our own Trojan horse...and then welcomed the poisonous beast into the courtyard, solemnly pretending that we don't know what it really is.

The State and the Corporation have replaced God and Church, and most certainly the Mother of All Nature. 

We worship online at the Altar of Commerce. We tithe electronic dollars to increase the wealth and influence of the stratosphereically  wealthy...and we do it with true love and endless enthusiasm.

The Sin...if ever there was one...is not of being the oppressor... the tyrant... the overlord...the Sin rests fully at the feet of the population that knows...deep down..bone level deep...that pushback and rebellion... cutting the power cord to the Machinery...is the only way to get Home. To wake up.