"If you look for truth...

you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair." -C.S. Lewis

Standing up for the right

“When my son, Reed, was invited to be a state coordinator for the John Birch Society, he asked me if he should accept it. I had read the Blue Book and other basic materials of the Society. I had met Mr. Welch and other leaders and members. I had read Mr. Welch’s famous letter which has since been published in book form entitled The Politician. I knew Reed would be enrolling in an unpopular cause. I also knew he would receive a certain amount of vilification if he took this job. Nevertheless, I told him to go ahead if he thought this was the most effective way to defend the Constitution and fight the Socialist-Communist menace.…When he joined I expressed my opinion that I was convinced that the John Birch Society was the most effective non-church organization in our fight against creeping Socialism and godless Communism.…Some people have told me this was not good strategy, but I disagree. I feel it is always good strategy to stand up for the right, even when it is unpopular. Perhaps I should say, ESCPECIALLY when it is unpopular.” (Ezra Taft Benson, December 19, 1963.)

We must ever keep in mind...

"We must ever keep in mind that collectivized socialism is part of the communistic strategy. Communism is fundamentally socialism. When socialism is understood, we will realize that many of the programs advocated, and some of these already adopted in the U.S., fall clearly within the category of socialism. What is socialism? It is simply governmental ownership or management of the essential means for the production and distribution of goods. The socialistic-communistic conspiracy to weaken the U.S. involves attacks on many fronts. Their press and other propaganda media are therefore constantly selling the principles of centralized or federal control of farms, railroads, electric power, schools, steel, shipping, and many other aspects of the economy - but always in the name of public welfare.." Ezra Taft Benson - CR Oct. 1961

"In a sort of ghastly simplicity...

"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man

"If you want peace...

prepare for war." -Today is the Day

Drone

Engorged on the fare of the worldwide slaughterhouse, garroted and left choking on a fast food high, have a maggot-casket to-go please. Numb to all but self-hate, a world full of self-deceivers. Once fearless, now only soulless, here to spread the addiction. Substance. Control. Power. Control. Substance. A damning litany, but marched in the streets nonetheless. Stalin would be proud.

That's one lucky pulpit.

Rhetoric that is regurgitated to the point of diarrhea of the mouth. Liquid lies to fill the minds of the American drones, obediently picking their side, obsequious gestures to deceit. Empty words, lifeless phrases, non-committal promises, we drink it up. A deluge of devastating unknowns, wearing a sleek tie, camera-flash face paint, unerring smiles, and we cheer for more; more drama, more reality, more of anything consumable, compartmentalized, tied with a nice bow to deceive future generations. Hats off to those who have damned us all, good luck to those who dug the ruts of which we will never see the end, congratulations to all who we should be able to trust but are consistent in their failure to deliver truth; one more falsity can't hurt, one more for the books. Keep them coming. We receive death united but shun life to be in constant conflict with our friends. Sowing discord in color and surround sound, a war already won. We pay for the commercials then buy the product, SEND MORE MONEY the world can't survive without it. Slavery never ended, just became popularized and legal within the government. With every vote cast, we engorge the obese, strip the naked, pummel the righteous. You got my money in life and fill your coffers with the same in death.

How many one-liners does it take?

"Every time you justify, another good in you dies." -Converge

Imprint

...Climb high the throes of our fate, divulge the sinner, devolve and reconstruct what should have been valued and put on a throne. Cast to splinters, a cry for reality, a whisper for humanity. Dim, but aware, flailing on the wings of misconception, the world has ended and the cries of the damned heave ever heavenward. Like a funeral dirge, unbidden, sung thickly, the hopeless mourn what was. The depths chortle with delight, wiping away the overindulgent like eager spittle, to be forgotten forever. The never-ending mind loop of hell, inescapable, inexorably avoidable but sought after ceaselessly. What has been gained? A life bloated with death's little treats and tricks to learn a few simple lessons? Once learned, immediately forgotten, like the remnants of a one night stand.

Severance

Barren.
One more face among of the listless concourses of followers. Following the damned down the spiraling eternities of lost hope and empty dreams. A smile for many, a knife for others, death for all. Living among corporate backstabbers, thieving leaders. The sunrise only rings the nightmare true. Eyes ever forward, never wavering from what never matters. Silence the truth-seekers, sew the lips of freedom shut. The noose, stained strong with the blood of those willing to sacrifice all. Hungering for more, thirsting for all, famine.

Heaven left by plane

Are we blind?
Are we deaf?
Failure at speech in a long-winded cycle of unspoken words, fraught with desire.
We close our eyes to truth and welcome the bitter fallacies.
We accept the slaughter yet quell the explicit.
Hammering home a sense of duty to a world shod with flippant pursuits.
To those who sleep with hope in their hearts and wake without understanding on their lips; to those whose reality is based upon carnal fulfillment and little else; to those who raise their cups to the glutton-rich and commercialized heroes....
Farewell and adieu...