Sunday, January 22, 2017

The true enemy

  The system itself is the true enemy, not so much its individual components. It doesn’t have names and addresses. Those claiming that have misunderstood most grievously.
  That doesn’t mean that individual components of flesh and blood are blameless. It just means that we should focus the most on the big picture without ignoring the small.
  No, Rothschild, Bilderberger, New World Order, like Right Wing Nut Jobs, Alex Jones and others claim aren’t ruling the world. It just isn’t that simple. That’s just their wet dream. Those are just one more component.
  People like Alex Jones and uncritical supporters/cheerleaders are in itself a major part of the problem, of the host of bodies ruling the system and its eager supporters, cheerleaders.
  Yes, grand polluters and individual forces of oppression should be criticized hard, but not without having in mind that they’re just one more component.
  And so on.
  Many/several networks rule the world, partly together, partly as rivals and no one is in control.

  They’re all just tiny cogs of The Machine. Remove the system, The Machine, and they go, too. Indulge your fantasies, your illusions and the Machine remains.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Afraid (I)

  - Don’t be afraid, Sasha soothed her.
  But Lily was afraid, as Sasha put her hands on her shoulders. The heart hammered in her chest, like in a rabbit fleeing from a predator. She visualized how the girl standing behind her grew long, pointed fangs and her sweet features turned into a demonic visage.
  Then Sasha fell on her, held her in her paralyzing grip and bit into her jugular vein with her fangs, and all of it turned all too real, and then Lily found out how it was like when her heart truly hammered in her chest.
  The sound of Sasha slurping her blood as she sucked the life out of her became Lily’s entire world. The room faded around her and a terrible weakness overwhelmed the tiny rabbit as it breathed for the last time. She stopped struggling and turned limp in the predator’s iron grip.

  Sasha let go of the empty husk and it fell dead to the floor. Ecstasy, building forever in her mind rose to a fever pitch, and Sasha laughed loud and triumphant as she beheld the vanquished piece of meat at her feet.

Sunday, January 08, 2017


  As the new year is nineteen days old, the new story of mankind begins, one of rebirth and passion and life abundant. Our story is finally rebooted, returning to its origin, its great, primitive past.
  In the sense I would even want to be a part of a big organization/party it would have to be a truly radical Green Party, a deep ecological movement, but something like that doesn’t exist right now, anywhere. There are scattered hints of it, but no more than that.
  Such a movement would have to work for nothing less than a total rejection and abandonment of today’s life-hostile local, national and global society or it would be counter-productive, useless, working again its own purpose. It and its members need to be a force of its own, able and willing and dedicated to stand against the massive foul wind of the modern society and fight without pretense and modesty, with all possible means for its demise.
  One casual glance at today’s world screams of the fundamental necessity for such a movement. It should also be a deep-felt desire in us all. My claim is that it is. We just need to throw off the poisonous blanket of civilization strangling and smothering us at every turn in order to reach our true self.

  Yes, such a creature exists, beneath all the brainwashing and conformity, and we should embrace it with everything we are.