The Berlin Wall fell down a long time ago & took the Soviet Union with it, but that just begs another question, what game are the Cold Warriors playing now that they don’t have Evil Empires to play their spy games with?

What’s next Wikileaks, what’s next Wikileaks, what’s next?
Don’t stop now we’re on the edge of our seats.
You have to watch what you say or your words will haunt you, take extra care what you speak.
One of these days you just might find your foots stuck in your teeth.

If you’ve got nothing to hide you have nothing to fear.

War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery
Ignorance is strength

Oh good lord did I hate reading that book in High School. You know what 1984 was? It was a depressing Fahrenheit 451, that’s all. If any of you are English teachers & you are looking to traumatize your students use Bradbury & not Orwell. Seriously, that shit is scary enough as it is, might as well teach your students with the one that leaves a message of hope, a message that even when they are facing a future as horrible as that they can somehow over come, with the help of Guy Montague, Hugo Weaving & Natalie Portman.

But no, you have to assign us Orwell. Winston Smith doesn’t really have the same support group, does he? He doesn’t have a V or even an Evey. All he has is David fucking Bowie & when was the last time he did anyone any good? Ziggy Stardust was a long time ago, David isn’t fit enough to lend a hand to anyone now, he lost his edge a long time ago & old Winston is going straight to the ministry.

They’ll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell that you’re eighty, but brother, you wont care
Youll be shooting up on anything, tomorrows never there
Beware the savage jaw

I’m not joking. There is a new Cold War that is just as nefarious as the one Daddy played against the Russians. Sure, sure, your parent’s are good people, they give you a flag to live under, they protect you from terrorists, & every now & again they’ll give you the keys to their car so you can go parking with the girl next door or joy ride on the strip with your buddies.

But your parents put a tracking system in the car, they pick up the extension every time you’re on the phone, & while you are out joy riding they are going through you dresser drawers, tossing your mattress, & mom’s throwing away your best porno mags.

You might be their child, but if dad finds anything too incriminating in your bedroom he’s calling the police & they are going to hold you without trail & your buddies, they can protest & scream all they wan, you’re still going to rot in a prison until they have you broken down & ready to confess.

Dude, your mom scares me & you’re dad, he’s kind of an asshole.

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin people calm
You know they went after king
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

They spy game’s are not over ladies & gentlemen. They have only just begun. The big enemy is gone now. Mom & Dad own the world, now it’s time to make sure the kids know their place. Mom & Dad are going to make sure that the Milkman doesn’t go on his roots quest. It’s OK if Dad rapes Beatrice, but we’re going to behead the bitch if she dares defend herself.

The war has already started & at the moment it seems more like 451 than 1984. Wikileaks, Snowden, Manning, Assange, at the moment Natalie Portman & Hugo Weaving are making their stand. At the moment the people know that Cronus is devouring them one-by-one & they are trying their best to take Olympus back, but the shit thing is, Zesus is standing alone, Rhea is still trying her best to protect her husband.

It’s becoming more & more clear every day. Mommy & Daddy turned on us & they are not looking to just sodomize us anymore, they want to create their ministries. They want to put big brother in charge.

Big brother is not your friend. He’s Richard not Edward. Carl not Aron.

Please, have a head on your shoulders. Don’t be the idiot that can’t see why they would turn on their own people.

There is a huge divide between the rich & the poor in the world today. Historically when these things happen, the people push the reset button.

When that happens, sometimes things get really bloody, they not only reset the economy & power structure, but they exterminate the entirety of the old institutions. They slaughter the old guard. In their quest to break free of their serfdom, the people, you & I, we aren’t always above dragging the royal family into a cold basement in Siberia & executing them. We’re not about tearing down the walls of the Bastille and marching through the Parisian streets with the heads of our old lords & masters dripping blood down our pikes.

Power knows it’s history well & that history scares the shit out of them. But power also corrupts. They know what they are doing is going end in blood & they know it will be their fault. They are too greedy to give us the bread we need to eat, they know what measures hungry people are willing to take, they know the fishwives of France would rather die in a raid on Versailles than watch their children starve, but they aren’t going to do anything to feed them.

They live in constant fear that Max will join the Society of the Friends of the Constitution, but they aren’t willing to do what it takes to calm the people. It’s a class thing. They would rather pay a thousand dollars to silence Tom Paine & they would rather pay a million dollars to find & kill Mike Collins than the fifteen dollars it would take to keep Dick & Jane fed, dry, & healthy.

Right now it is the Cold War, an information war, it always starts off small. It always starts off with the media. It starts with informing the people. Don’t forget that the British went out of their way to burn down our presses & hang our journalists. If they didn’t kill them, they would throw them in prison without a trial for the crime of distributing information to the colonists.

Does that sound vaguely familiar?

The British had good reason to do it. If it wasn’t for Thomas Paine, Washington wouldn’t have been able to field twenty men, let alone the Big Red 1.

What you are witnessing is the start. Don’t take my word for it, pick up a history book, find out for yourself. The train is already in motion & you can’t stay neutral on a moving train.

You have two choices.

You can let things run their course & hope that it’s a Michael Collins, a George Washington & Not a Robespierre or a Lenin that comes to the head of the tumult. If you let things run their course, that’s all you can hope for, because John Conner was already born & he’s just waiting for Judgement Day to make his move.

Or, you can go on Amazon, you can buy a Guy Fawkes mask, & you can try to force change before you have to pay your tithe in blood.

The clocks running out & the executioner’s overture has already begun. Make a choice fast.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.


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