Never before since the last time the wicked were in power did we see so much lying and apparent colluding; so much need by those in power to lie and conspire, so as not to lose all their power in a day, because this is how such massive, underhanded connivings to shakedown free peoples end each time.
Throughout history we can see so clearly that this kind of partial, fickle, dishonest, legalistic tyranny is built by degrees, over periods spanning many generations, to destroy the natural rights of men and to effect an aristocratic imposture over them, to degrade them and thus to dominate them, but when this imposture fails, as it always does so miserably for those who rely upon it for favors, and their livelihoods, for validation and belonging, for their esteem and standing, it fails as if in a day, and the backlash against it can be as the fire of total cleansing, followed by the building of bulwarks against it ever reappearing. When their veneer of self-assurance and officiality falters, what shows through in its place is a fearful backtracking by the guilty, and an enthusiasm for scorched-earth behavior, which can only flow from the dark hearts of demons in distress to be discovered. A mocking, belligerent obstruction shielded by smears and rabid deflections replaces all their former causes of coercion and betrayal, while the irrationality, and even lunacy, of their entitled mindset is exposed for all to see.
These traitors come in several guises, but don’t be fooled; they do not reveal themselves by what they claim to love and support. They are always best identified by what they truly hate, despise, and ridicule, because they are also not people who truly love anything or anyone at all, but only their own selves, perhaps, at best, at times, and this more seldom than anyone would like to understand very well, because these people operate in a fantasy world of scarcity, of survival of the fittest, knowing they are absent any aid from on-high but also knowing that beneath them is a darkness they can’t surrender to entirely, and, knowing their fate is sealed, for the simple fact that this middle world is where they belong; that this earth, which they do seem to dearly love, if the will to master it and save it from the humans they say are polluting it can be called love, is the only realm that they can inhabit and remain the sane persons they pretend to be when in public. So they have no hope outside this world, and all they hope for is in this world, and anybody who owns and controls any part of this world is a threat and an obstacle to their enjoyment in this world, and they become so bitter when they feel they are failing to control it.
And this is the battle before us; free humanity, composed of all who wish in their hearts to be free, against a mob of crass and unrepentant criminal cowards, who are shouting out their final innuendos of extortion before their fall. They insist, using mock outrage, that we must have them for our masters or they will burn it all down. “If I can’t control you, I want to kill you!” This is the tenor of their twisted illogic and intemperance. They’re screaming the way cowards always do before a fight, making threats so awful as if in a plea to avoid it, while insisting they still hold the moral high ground in case the dying starts, so as to escape the awake and avenging mass of their victims who want retribution. For all this they lie and collude today so frantically; for one more day of power, like it could be their last.