On Slavery

Behold, friends! The carrion call of your average 21st century retard. The pinnacle of enlightened, progressive thought. Grid thyself for its wisdom, mortal!

“SLAVERY WAS THE WORST THING EVER!!! I’M SO GLAD WE GOT RID OF IT.”

Goddddddd bless Amerrrrricaaaaaa…

Silence, fool.

You pay property tax. You pay income tax. You pay sales tax. You lease everything. You rent everything. You can’t grow your own food. You get water out of a magic pipe. You don’t enjoy art, literature, or music - you suck down whatever the black mirror hell-portal feeds you.

You don’t educate your children. Your family is scattered across the lands. You’ll leave no inheritance. No legacy. At best, everything you cherish will be taxed, liquidated, and split between your ungrateful spawn.

Your democracy wages war without your consent. Your democracy surveils you without your consent. Your democracy makes law without your consent. Your democracy enforces law without your consent. Your democracy adjudicates law without your consent.

You think that’s gold in your wallet? It’s paper. Literal paper and plastic mandated by your democracy.

But how bad is it? One example. One. Fall ill. Congratulations!

An entire meta-governmental industry keeps you that way as long as possible. When you’re too old to do anything useful other than die, you’re put in a special room and charged rent for the courtesy. In some more enlightened corners, they kill you and send the rest of us a bill. Every last bit of you, down to your very atoms, is fuel for a Machine that began long before “slavery” was inappropriate for “enlightened” progressive conversation and will continue on long after any of us cease to draw breath on this Earth.

You will not wake up. You can’t.

The people will not wake up. They can’t.

Your masters certainly won’t wake up. The margin’s too damn good.

You are blind. You are deaf. You are dumb. You are lucky to be enslaved by this world. If there was a more efficient option? It would take it.

And yet. And yet. AND YET EVEN NOW, AT THIS LATE HOUR, “I AM” STANDS AT THE DOOR AND KNOCKS.

Be not afraid and take heart, for the Lord Jesus Christ has overcome the world. The Machine. Your temporal master. So, stop wasting time. Shut your mouth. Silence your passions. Stop looking to your own strength, for there never was any to begin with.

Pray, “Lord, have mercy.”

And wait.