Make peace with your god
Things had finally reached the breaking point. "I don't know who made this world, but today they are going to die!"
I was one of them now - beaten, robbed and brutalized for the last time - now it was my time for life taking. Fuck them and their goddam lies and motherfucking bullshit. "You're nothing but a bunch of walking pieces of shit. You don't fool me anymore. You want shit? You'll GET shit!!!!!!"
A plasma rifle can cut through any object, any protection. There's only one and I got it. God wouldn't let the other fuckers have it because they couldn't be trusted, but now...they had pushed me too far. Do you really think you have the right to have any say in my life you fucking fucks?? Just couldn't let it go, could you? Pushing me and pushing me until I couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe you're doing it because you don't want to live and I'm merley fulfilling your wish.
Shellee, the shelter director, tried to stop me. "Don't do it, Harry! Don't take them out! You can't do something like this!"
"As Moses smote the cruel overseer, I shall smote them! Do you really think I don't know what I'm doing? The lack of understanding is your own, not mine. Say no more if you wish to keep your head."
She kept her head as a I queried my bunkmates at the shelter. "Who the fuck thinks I should work some goddam crap job the rest of my life?"
Not even my arch enemies would say yes to that here - they had been victimized far beyond the point of ever believing in the game again. Only the homeless can be truly free. The rest of you fuckers, well...
So I went out into the streets, only this time I'm not low man on the totem pole. I'm sick of you bastards with your hidden knives and hidden lies. Time to fuck you up - in the permanent way. You really thought it could go on forever, didn't you?
I threw down my gauntlet, "Where's a CEO? Give me the head of a CEO!"
Screwing sheeple is fun!
I walked over to the day labor camp where a decked out pickup was looking to pimp workers for a construction site. I asked the driver, one time: "You going to give these guys full scale pay for doing full scale work?"
"You think I'm stupid? I don't gotta pay them shit. I'll pay them whatever the fuck I can get away with. None of your goddam business, anyway!"
I answered him with a ringing head shot and he pimped no more. The laborers cheered me and followed me. But a cheerleader for the beast was outraged as he came storming out of his mansion.
"You conniving bastard! That man was offering those men work!"
"Don't worry. The work still exists."
"Work has no meaning without exploiting the workers, you commie anarchist! I'm calling the cops. Destroyers like you can't be allowed to roam free!"
"Dude! You took the words right out of my mouth!" Then I shot off his right foot since he liked leaning to the right so much.
"You bastard! I hate you! I'll hate you till the day I die! I hate you with every fiber of my being! You can't go around indiscriminately shooting everyone you see, you freaking sociopath! Peoples' lives are important!"
I smirked as he limped back. "My point exactly. Where were you when these exploited workers were hurt, fucktard?"
Dallas' finest soon came screeching in complete with Mighty Mouse theme song. "Here we come to pay our rent!"
Oh, please!
Mansion Man came limping back out. "There he is! Oppress that fucker!"
Cops are stupid for the worst reason of all: they choose to be. So I pulled out my puppeteer's strings. "I hereby pass a law that no man holding a plasma rifle can be arrested."
That immediately stopped the uniformed eunuchs in their tracks - making for a most livid Mansion Man. "I'm rich and I'm white! You work for me, not him!"
The policemen's simple minds were frozen in thought. "Sorry, mister, we have to blindly follow the law no matter what."
"You idiot, that only counts when stealing cars from punks with joints!"
It was then I decided to be helpful. "Hey, coppers, if you really want some booty, try taking Mansion Man's shit. Just imagine what you could get for his stuff at auction!"
Mansion Man was then thrown to the ground, arrested for being angry and taken away - along with all his shit. One cop giggled: "If I'd known we could take rich people's shit I'd done this a long time ago!"
Suburban Shock Troops were called out as soccer moms across the country trembled from my unthinkable threat to their feathered existence. The first line of attack was to bore me to death.
"Hello there, my name is Dr. Phil and folks believe in me because of my highly authoritative voice. How are you feeling today, Harry?"
"Pretty goddam dogmatic! And you?"
"I'm feeling great, just wonderful! And you can too! Right now, there's nothing more important to me in the whole world than fixing you. Just disconnect from reality and you'll be happy just like the rest of us."
I told him I'd incinerate all known copies of his books if he didn't shut up so I suddenly became not so important. The next fellow - a soul with the face of a snake - was not so lucky.
"Sir, I am the world's foremost arguer of bullshit and predatory propaganda - and I make a fortune at it too! And if I can out-argue you, then that means I'm right and you must put down your gun!"
Don't make me use this on you!
Whoosh! Cut his sorry ass in two. "Smart guy, huh? You fucking moron, don't you know better than to argue with a phased plasma rifle! HAHAHAHA!"
By now I had legions of sheeples following me as I destroyed their heroes and my show of strength pulled them helplessly towards me like a magnet. As word spread of my unstoppable vengeance, the phone rang on the desk of the most powerful man in the land.
"Sir, he's committing the worst crime possible: threatening our way of life. If the sheeple follow him instead of us we'll lose our high standing and the right to be shamelessly evil! Sir, it's unbearable, sir!"
"Don't worry about the sheeple. We've put them in two wars just to benefit us. Tricked them out of their entire net worth. Destroyed the economy for everyone but us then make them feel guilty when they lose their jobs. Dear god, that's funny! They've been kissing our ass since they came crawling back to Pharaoh looking for a free ride. But our free ride isn't coming to an end anytime soon!"
The CEO of Exxon hung up his phone, knowing that someday the Day Of His Demise must come - but not today. But then, that's what they always think.
Grabbing a can of 10w40 motor oil off his desk, striding out the office in a suit of armor both lauded and untouched, the de facto emperor descended from the 30th floor escorted by an especially vicious vanguard comprised of derivative traders, war profiteers, sadistic bishops and TV talk show hosts. It was a particularly ugly cabal and not one person in the thousands surrounding me had not been victimized by them - some even by the loss of their sons and daughters. But their anger was stilled as the CEO held the oil can above his head like a crown and the crowd parted like the red sea.
Heroin ain't the only black tar
"Behold! Who can stand before the beast? Who among you can live without it? You must live for it - you must sacrifice your children for it. Above all, you must serve it first if you want your life to have meaning. Bow down, you bitches!"
Bow down they did as the CEO's holy prostitutes tossed "In corporations we trust" T-shirts into the eagerly groveling crowd. With a grin of Biblical proportions, the ill-fated CEO winked at me with his eyes glistening like the pools of oil he worshiped. But that's the naivete of evil: it always makes you think you're smart. Time to give the oily devil his due.
First, I shot the oil can right out of his hand - and the sheeple gasped as I defied their god.
"It will happen like this: the price of oil will reach stratospheric heights as the supply can only dwindle. Without oil, food around the world will not be able to reach market and what does make it will be priced so high your very survival will be in doubt. There will be no place you can run to, no solution in sight - it will be hell inescapable."
Like a tennis match, the eyes of sheeple turned from me back to the CEO - who scoffed. "What he says is true - you will die by the millions. But which do you wish to believe: his fictional facts or my factual fiction? My way you live today without consternation, you can wishfully think of impossible tomorrows and dream of a life that can never be. Ignore reality with a righteous fury all your own and your words will be hailed around the world!"
Murmurs were heard from the herd. "I've got children to think about. I have to believe good things about tomorrow!" "Worship oil! Keep the CEO's dreams alive!" "Truth hurts! Lies are our true friends!"
Sheeple are funny people! Tempting as it was just to shoot everyone on sight, I instead proffered the Final Solution: "Since satire is lost upon your hapless souls I give you this: freedom. From now on, all things are free! From oil to food to the clothes on your back! Only the corporations keep you from the freedom you deserve! Fuck 'em all and live free!"
Instinctively the CEO implored a maniacal "Nooooo!" to the increasingly angered crowd. As the air of free life reached their long-starved lungs, the sheeple betrayed the betrayers and banished them in chains until death or repentance. It was the corporate cretins' worst nightmare - everyone forgot they were supposed to die. Freedom is not the end, it's the beginning.
Sharing life is such a beautiful thing
"We must learn to live together as brothers
or perish together as fools."
-Dr King
"Poverty is the worst form of violence."
-Gandhi
"Life is love."
-Steve
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That's how much I feel
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