A dire event has occurred: a lie has been told and so oft repeated that now millions of Yankee believe it. The lie: lots of money and lots of stuff is the culmination of the American dream. Do not give in to this lie - if you do, you commit yourself to the base and abject servitude to Lord Greed.
The true essence of the Declaration of Independence is this: that each person has the right to pursue his or her Happiness. Beware, for money and possessions do little to make one happy. In fact, they do the opposite, for they demand attention and strike fear in the heart of the possessor that they will be taken from him or her. I do not advocate a naked and barren life devoid of any and all possession (as that would be a short and miserable existence that would end in a cold and starving death), rather I say to reduce, reuse, and recycle, never allowing that which you possess to become your master. Be ready at all times to lose that which you own. Be always ready to burn and smash your most prized things. It will take discipline and time to reorder your mind in preparation for this event, but the closer you get to freedom from your possessions, from the ones and zeros that you call your fortune, the greater your chances of discovering the true extent of your Potential, the parameters of your Happiness. Do not give in to greed. Do not sacrifice your time for it. Do not believe the lie.
Ultima Ratio Regum.
JPR
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Showing posts with label loss of liberty. Show all posts
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01 April 2011
23 February 2011
worth less
Most people in America are worthless. Their opinions do not matter. Their voices will never be heard. I am one of these people. I crow and I cry, leaving no eye dry, from rooftops and cellars and places loathed by all. I try to give my take on what is happening in this country, in this world, in this community, that runs counter to everything I think should occur in order to dredge humanity from the dark and dismal state we inhabit.
I look at the state of government intervention (on all levels of society) in the lives of America's citizens and weep for the loss of liberty, justice, and the right to do whatever the fuck it is you choose that makes you happy as long as you are not restricting another's right to do the same for herself.
I look at the cookie cutter communities, the endless small towns that have had their souls ripped out to make way for identical chain stores, eateries, apothecaries and hotels, their traditions falling before the heavy evening hand of corporate cost cutting.
I weep for the millions of adult Americans who have truly bought into the lies spread by fast-food advertisers, who have tasted the food packed with sugars and fats that is designed to be addictive, and who have stuffed that food into their pie-holes until they need surgery to get thin again, dancing on the precipice of immunological disorders avoidable entirely through change in diet.
I think of the millions upon tens of millions of our countrymen who have so lost faith in the system (if they had any faith to begin with) that they can not even manage to get to the polls once in four years, one tenth of one day out of twelve hundred days, in order to participate in the democracy for which they seem so proud.
My blood boils when I see people calling themselves patriots who desecrate and violate our living Stars and Stripes, who wear depictions of our living standard and suffer it to be cut into pieces and fashioned into apparel by people living across the oceans who will and can never understand the extent to which their illegal and condescending products are contributing to the ruin of the fabric of our country.
But I am not mad. I am not angry. Deep down, I know that my opinion matters not, that my words and my voice are only as strong as the number who hear them, that I too shall die, and that my actions now, every day, every damn step of ever cold hard day, will decide if I am remembered or not, if I have made a difference or not.
To the people who don't vote - get off your fat lazy asses.
To those calling themselves patriots who desecrate our flag - stop, now.
To the fat capitalists profiting from the annihilation of our national character - go soak your heads.
My love to all, and to all a good night.
Ultima Ratio Regum
JPR
I look at the state of government intervention (on all levels of society) in the lives of America's citizens and weep for the loss of liberty, justice, and the right to do whatever the fuck it is you choose that makes you happy as long as you are not restricting another's right to do the same for herself.
I look at the cookie cutter communities, the endless small towns that have had their souls ripped out to make way for identical chain stores, eateries, apothecaries and hotels, their traditions falling before the heavy evening hand of corporate cost cutting.
I weep for the millions of adult Americans who have truly bought into the lies spread by fast-food advertisers, who have tasted the food packed with sugars and fats that is designed to be addictive, and who have stuffed that food into their pie-holes until they need surgery to get thin again, dancing on the precipice of immunological disorders avoidable entirely through change in diet.
I think of the millions upon tens of millions of our countrymen who have so lost faith in the system (if they had any faith to begin with) that they can not even manage to get to the polls once in four years, one tenth of one day out of twelve hundred days, in order to participate in the democracy for which they seem so proud.
My blood boils when I see people calling themselves patriots who desecrate and violate our living Stars and Stripes, who wear depictions of our living standard and suffer it to be cut into pieces and fashioned into apparel by people living across the oceans who will and can never understand the extent to which their illegal and condescending products are contributing to the ruin of the fabric of our country.
But I am not mad. I am not angry. Deep down, I know that my opinion matters not, that my words and my voice are only as strong as the number who hear them, that I too shall die, and that my actions now, every day, every damn step of ever cold hard day, will decide if I am remembered or not, if I have made a difference or not.
To the people who don't vote - get off your fat lazy asses.
To those calling themselves patriots who desecrate our flag - stop, now.
To the fat capitalists profiting from the annihilation of our national character - go soak your heads.
My love to all, and to all a good night.
Ultima Ratio Regum
JPR
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