We hold these observations to be self-evident: that a war is being waged for the soul of America, that cheaters want other cheaters in power, that truth is considered to have no innate meaning, that silence is rot, and that we're sowing (and have sown) the seeds of doom. This isn't about specific issues, it's about Cain vs. Abel. Soul stealers are everywhere, scouring for your every last weakness. Hold onto your ass, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
King Donnie has done an awesome and relentless job in exposing the corrupted state of America. Seeing themselves as safe, we see all sorts of lunatic behavior coming out after having given approval electing a lunatic. Same people as ever are in charge but now it's clear just how low they'll go and in the court of life there are no lawyers or fellow liars who can get you off. So rest assured, whenever the Moron-In-Chief spots one of these enemies, he attacks instantly and without compunction. Dare to not be an enemy at your own risk!
"Queerbait pussy motherfucker! You must be the most worthless human being alive! Do you have any idea just what the fuck you are doing with your life? Boy, you got some learnin' to do, Moron bitch!" So sayeth the Bully, who then urinated on the floor the Moron was scrubbing.
Everything is the opposite of what it seems.
The Moron wondered how life got so perverted there on the Living Ranch. The Lord of the manor had left on business, entrusting the grand house to the ten ranch hands. At first, everything ran smoothly but as time passed on doubts began to creep in about the return of the Lord. The Bully was the first to speak out.
"Shit, man, we should be living in the manor like this all the time. Who says that fucker's even coming back? I say we be smart and live it up while we can."
And where bullies go, the Weak will follow. The Moron was concerned, though. "If we're going to move into the manor we need to be extremely respectful of the place and make sure nothing gets broken or damaged in any way."
"Fuck you! I don't owe nothin' to nobody. You wanna be a weak bitch. You go ahead."
But most of the others were with the Moron having feelings of gratitude towards the Lord for giving them a good place to live.
"But I just wish he'd hurry up and get back!"
But the Lord remained away, having stated his business was very important. To him, how long he was gone was immaterial. Trust has no timer.
Then a painting got irreparably damaged. That's when the Political Man came to power.
"We are good people with good intent! No one can expect us to be perfect."
"But it would not have been damaged in the first place had we not started living here," pointed out the Moron.
"There's nothing you can say that wouldn't make you a hypocrite. Feel free to go back to the ranch house. But you know the rules: we will lock you out and keep the food here. Do you wish to starve?"
"No, but -"
"There you have it! We're only doing what the Lord wants us to do anyway. He wants us to live a good life, right? I believe in him and trust him! Who's with me!?"
The Bully was more than happy to act as muscle for the Political Man and his preaching. Later, the two conspired.
"No way I'm giving up the good life," pouted the Political Man. "As we betray our Lord we must then get them to betray themselves. Do that and we're golden."
"I can always just beat the shit of out them to keep them in line."
"That has its place but can be defeated by itself. I'll make them feel good about themselves, telling them what they want to hear, and you can tighten your grip as all the more reason to fall in line."
And so it began. Political Man preached it was "their right" to do as they pleased with the Manor, that it was a sign of "good faith" to take what was not theirs, and that any doubters were enemy of the state.
The Weak cheered this news, grateful to be granted absolution and not listen to their own thoughts. Only the Moron was a holdout. That made him a ripe target for political thought.
"See this? A person of no faith! A betrayer of our ways! He divides us instead of standing whole! Blame your miseries on him. He will bring ruin to us all!"
Everything is the opposite of what it seems.
The Bully then went to each person of the Weak asking where he stood. They all cowed to the political.
The Bully was ecstatic, speaking to the Political Man how things were working out. "We rule the house! We can do anything we want. What a bunch of cowards!"
"It's a good thing too at the rate we are trashing the place. Soon there will be nothing left of it."
"What if the Lord comes back and finds everything trashed? We can't trust those weak bitches to stand with us."
"Don't worry. I have a plan for that. We need to get that Moron to convert. That way we can prove no one could have done anything differently than what we've done. Giggle!"
"Leave it to me."
And thus it came to pass the Bully terrorized the Moron even as the Moron kept trying to preserve the manor and cleanse it. The Weak hated the Bully, though, and decided to give the Moron a talk.
"Why are you doing this?? Can't you see it's hopeless? They're never going to stop harassing you until you quit. And besides, it makes no difference in the end! The whole house is going to shit whether you try to preserve or not. May as well get on the winning side. Do you have a death wish?"
But the Moron would have none of it. So the Weak turned on him even with their own hatred of the Bully. "He really is a moron. Just can't save some people. But we tried."
Everything is the opposite of what it seems.
The more time passed, the more bold the conservative degenerates became. Hatred grew of the Moron as they saw him as the source of all their woes. "If only he'd get on board this could be paradise."
That was when the first talk of murder began. "It's for the greater good. A final solution." The Bully ordered the Weak to carry out the order. "You'll be serving the needs of our state! Heroes for all time! And once you have the blood on your hands you'll commit suicide and wipe out any evidence!" The Weak were glad to be given a purpose and told what to do, thinking that absolved them from responsibility. A few expressed doubts about doing it but having expressed them went along anyway, again thinking they were in the clear having aired their objections.
But being weak and without conviction, they failed in their endeavor, burning down part of the Moron's room but leaving him alive. This caused a great Panic.
The Bully asked the Political Man what to do. "We must burn down the whole house! Destroy the evidence! It will be our word against the Moron's on who damaged the house."
The smoke could be seen for miles. But as happens in the construct of the Universe, the worst thing happens at the worst possible time. As dawn broke, Nine stood with gas cans in their hands watching the final ashes blow away into the wind, thinking they were saved. That's also when the Lord of the Manor returned.
"Only one of you I see holds no blame. Why would you do such a thing? Why tell me you had no choice when you had complete freedom? Why do you say I took too long, as if that were your business? I bring you here my son, a carpenter, who came to rebuild the house where we all could live."
The Bully was desperate to save face. "Well, it might have helped if you'd told us that before you left."
"Oh, but I did." And the Lord and his son smiled.
Then the Moron spoke to the Bully: "Do you have any idea just what the fuck you are doing with your life? Boy, you got some learnin' to do!"
Then the Moron spoke to the Political Man: "There's nothing you can say that wouldn't make you a hypocrite. A person of no faith! Blame your miseries on him. He brings ruin to us all!"
Then the Moron spoke to the Weak: "Just can't save some people. But I tried. You had a death wish."
EPILOGUE: The guilty Nine fled to the hills. They spent the rest of their days badmouthing the Lord and the Living Ranch as a place of betrayal. "Don't go there EVER! Your life will be ruined!" The Political Man and the Bully achieved a great following among the Lost who never dare to seek the truth for themselves. But no one escaped the fact that outside the Living Ranch no one could survive, and their "victory" was death.
Sometimes I go to remote places and "zone out" into the universe. I step out - however briefly - of the shackles of the world and let myself see what I can see. If anyone knew I was doing this, of course, I'd be killed. Almost nobody wants to be seen from this perspective and they are willing to kill you in order to prevent it (afterwards you'll receive their highest praise, though! Just like with MLK. When only like him when he's dead.) But I figure I'm dead anyway and nightmares are killing me and there is no savior so why not experience what good I can?
Then my alien friend Spock showed up. That's not his real name, just what I call him. I won't bother describing him to you because then you'd think that's important. But he showed up one time long ago and I didn't freak out (which is why he showed himself). He just comes out of nowhere because he travels interdimensionally. You don't get frequent flier miles with that because no miles are actually involved (I asked).
I call my secret place "Trouble Valley". There's always trouble in this world, ya know. As much as I hate people and want them to die, I don't want them to have to die. But I know there's no saving a tree that refuses water. Why can't we see that Nature's laws trump Man's laws and that observing that is our only way to survival? We can at least do that, right? But the longer we wait, the higher the price. Life is never easy. Not when we throw the baby out with the bath water.
When Spock showed up I asked what would it take to reverse our downfall here in America. He said many people ask that but no one accepts the answer. "Sort of like your Sixties revolution that never happened." I said I understood and that I knew the stakes are getting higher every day. Our ever rising consciousness is making time run out. Then he gives me a variation of the old saying people get the government they deserve.
"So change must come from us. Check. But what exactly should we demand?"
Spock relates the story of Joshua's army getting their ass kicked because there was those among them who were poisoning their efforts. For the sake of a few an entire nation would have been wiped out and no one would have ever heard of the Hebrews today. He said as long as we keep allowing people who poison the well to lead us we are doomed. We raise up the wrong voices.
"OK, but how do we get the right ones in? Grassroot campaigns? Feverish blogging? Marching protests? What? WHAT?"
"The rule of law must first be re-established. The 21st century by your calendar is your time of reckoning. You start out by invading a country that never attacked you to take their resources! That is a crime, my friend, and all crimes have consequences and you've yet to face that. Next you put in a leader who enslaves you deeper than ever before in your vicious blackmailing barter system. And if you need to be told what's wrong with your current leader you have lost all reason anyway. I certainly feel for the animals on your planet who live at your mercy."
"Me too..."
"So you must charge these three usurpers with betrayal and not acting in your best interest and then have them destroyed in whatever fashion you choose. I guarantee you the ensuing leaders will not betray you."
"Makes sense but seems kind of harsh. Lots of people will be upset when they see someone they sold their soul for strapped to a table getting a lethal injection."
"That's only because you have not reached time of revelation. These three have put blood and misery on your hands. You will pay for that! Establishing order will be freeing as well as sobering. Not a planet in the universe that hasn't gone through that."
"At least we aren't the only dumb fuckers! Still, that seems way overboard for a solution. What if we just keep ignoring our past sins and hope for the best?"
"Then you'll watch your children starve to death right before your very eyes. It will be too late to do anything then because you will have forfeited your say (and you'll forfeit your say in the name of keeping you safe!). You will beg to go back in time and put these men on trial because the choice will be so obvious after the fact. It will be an inescapable hell and what's unthinkable today will be thinkable tomorrow."
"That's just brutal."
"Indeed."
Joshua knew he'd one day be on the History Channel!
The Lord had said that everything in Jericho belonged to him. But Achan from the Judah tribe took some of the things from Jericho for himself. And so the Lord was angry with the Israelites, because one of them had disobeyed him.
2 While Israel was still camped near Jericho, Joshua sent some spies with these instructions: “Go to the town of Ai and find out whatever you can about the region around the town.”
The spies left and went to Ai, which is east of Bethel and near Beth-Aven. 3 They went back to Joshua and reported, “You don’t need to send the whole army to attack Ai—two or three thousand troops will be enough. Why bother the whole army for a town that small?”
4-5 Joshua sent about three thousand soldiers to attack Ai. But the men of Ai fought back and chased the Israelite soldiers away from the town gate and down the hill to the stone quarries. Thirty-six Israelite soldiers were killed, and the Israelite army felt discouraged.
6 Joshua and the leaders of Israel tore their clothes and put dirt on their heads to show their sorrow. They lay facedown on the ground in front of the sacred chest until sunset. 7 Then Joshua said:
Our Lord, did you bring us across the Jordan River just so the Amorites could destroy us? This wouldn’t have happened if we had agreed to stay on the other side of the Jordan. 8 I don’t even know what to say to you, since Israel’s army has turned and run from the enemy. 9 Everyone will think you weren’t strong enough to protect your people. Now the Canaanites and everyone else who lives in the land will surround us and wipe us out.
10 The Lord answered:
Stop lying there on the ground! Get up! 11 I said everything in Jericho belonged to me and had to be destroyed. But the Israelites have kept some of the things for themselves. They stole from me and hid what they took. Then they lied about it. 12 What they stole was supposed to be destroyed, and now Israel itself must be destroyed. I cannot help you anymore until you do exactly what I have said. That’s why Israel turns and runs from its enemies instead of standing up to them.
13 Tell the people of Israel, “Tomorrow you will meet with the Lord your God, so make yourselves acceptable to worship him. The Lord says that you have taken things that should have been destroyed. You won’t be able to stand up to your enemies until you get rid of those things.
14 “Tomorrow morning everyone must gather near the place of worship. You will come forward tribe by tribe, and the Lord will show which tribe is guilty. Next, the clans in that tribe must come forward, and the Lord will show which clan is guilty. The families in that clan must come, and the Lord will point out the guilty family. Finally, the men in that family must come, 15 and the Lord will show who stole what should have been destroyed. That man must be put to death, his body burned, and his possessions thrown into the fire. He has done a terrible thing by breaking the sacred agreement that the Lord made with Israel.”
16 Joshua got up early the next morning and brought each tribe to the place of worship, where the Lord showed that the Judah tribe was guilty. 17 Then Joshua brought the clans of Judah to the Lord, and the Lord showed that the Zerah clan was guilty. One by one he brought the leader of each family in the Zerah clan to the Lord, and the Lord showed that Zabdi’s family was guilty. 18 Finally, Joshua brought each man in Zabdi’s family to the Lord, and the Lord showed that Achan was the guilty one.
19 “Achan,” Joshua said, “the Lord God of Israel has decided that you are guilty. Is this true? Tell me what you did, and don’t try to hide anything.”
20 “It’s true,” Achan answered. “I sinned and disobeyed the Lord God of Israel. 21-22 While we were in Jericho, I saw a beautiful Babylonian robe, two hundred pieces of silver, and a gold bar that weighed the same as fifty pieces of gold. I wanted them for myself, so I took them. I dug a hole under my tent and hid the silver, the gold, and the robe.”
Joshua had some people run to Achan’s tent, where they found the silver, the gold, and the robe. 23 They brought them back and put them in front of the sacred chest, so Joshua and the rest of the Israelites could see them. 24 Then everyone took Achan and the things he had stolen to Trouble Valley. They also took along his sons and daughters, his cattle, donkeys, and sheep, his tent, and everything else that belonged to him.
25 Joshua said, “Achan, you caused us a lot of trouble. Now the Lord is paying you back with the same kind of trouble.”
The people of Israel then stoned to death Achan and his family. They made a fire and burned the bodies, together with what Achan had stolen, and all his possessions. 26 They covered the remains with a big pile of rocks, which is still there. Then the Lord stopped being angry with Israel.
That’s how the place came to be called Trouble Valley.
I've watched that Morning Joe dude talk about Trumpy's "33% solution", in that Dingleberry's one and only focus is in maintaining his base. Joe gets all vexed and frustrated not understanding why the Idiot-in-Chief doesn't try to expand his support. Seems logical, right? Start with your hardcore supporters then bring in a few other groups and build a coalition. Sounds reasonable.
But he's missing the overall - to borrow a phrase from "All The President's Men". While there are many "i" words associated with our insecure imbecile, the one I never hear is the one most appropriate: Inadequate. President Loser knows he's a loser, believes he can be nothing but a loser, and wages a permanent campaign to cover that up. See, in the mind of the inadequate, his only choice is to keep what he's got because no one knowing the truth could possibly support him. It's 33% or zero.
Let's look at the logic another way. Suppose you were a New York City blowhard braggart, building your ego on being a real estate tycoon in the most glamorous market in the world. That reputation to Donny boy is his reason for living. But it turns out another "i" word - incompetence - dogs you when you can't even make the rigged math of a casino work for you. You're faced with being a laughingstock and thrown into the dustbin of history.
But you decide not to face your reckoning. Foreign countries play fast and loose with the rules more than America does. You even espouse legalizing overseas bribery. You are a desperate, desperate boy! Then you latch onto a money laundering scheme. This you love because it allows for your two favorite pastimes - lying and deceiving - to serve your monetary interests. All the suckers are playing it straight. But clever you beat the system.
Gradually, people start calling you a success again. Just win, baby. You're a big shot on the New York social scene and revered by the little people as a successful businessman. Back on top you start to lose perspective on who you really are. But you're on a runaway train. You can never stop lying, you can never stop deceiving - not even for a second. The alternative is unthinkable.
Especially when you're compromised by a hostile foreign power having a sex tape of you, showing you in all your inadequacy before the world! Wouldn't surprise me the least bit to see pussy Putin release it when he's threw with Donald Duck, if nothing else but to embarrass the US for electing someone so thoroughly pathetic. Now, can you possibly imagine the fear you'd be living in??
Facing jail for you and your family, Russian hookers peeing on your head, reviled and repulsed around the world permanently. You would go down as one the most disgraced public figures in history. My, you are a clever boy!
Put in that "No one can possibly love me" perspective, Trumpy's behavior makes perfect sense. Lie like a maniac, stir the pot, throw verbal bombs, do anything to deflect. His insatiable craving for others to humiliate themselves around him stands to reason because he doesn't want to go down alone. He needs to denigrate all of America. Like Hitler's sick henchman, we see the craven souls who cooperate in this endeavor. They too will be branded onto the pages of history as traitors and psychotics (Hi Sarah Huckabee!).
Who knows how this will end. How many of us have truths we want to avoid. My favorite hope is he has a Scarface moment, where one instance of humanity is his undoing. [Scarface refuses to do a hit for a fellow drug lord once he sees children will be killed. That drug lord then takes him out.] In the meantime, damage is being done and lives lost. Unfortunately, there won't be any Nuremberg trials to sort this out later.
Something like this can happen anytime I close my eyes, day or night...
i have triggers...in movie i see it say chicago university "where fun goes to die"...i did hit there once and hear that phrase...i felt guilty but that not stop hit...felt i was killing fun for others...i was cause for phrase...so after seeing in movie that start my blackmare...descent has begun... it was spring and everything was beautiful but me...i wanted to be part of that green campus and those kids...no one on outside looking at me focusing only on assembling gun ever guess i think of that...so that aching come back years later now...hurting me...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
next thing i know i'm back in paris on metro...it's when my first feelings of not belonging start...why not kill them if they don't want me?...always feeling they can have something i can not...roots of anger, a killer is born...years and years think i'm justified...like a mad passion...never wanting to admit i was cheating myself...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
many blurry scenes...feeling out of control...world is swirling...man calls me mr. precision...i latch onto any identity, any approval...was looking and searching...searching for what?...running away...on the run...merde!, merde! merde!...always think in french remembering those times...frustration building...catches me when eyes beg to shut...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
too much russian talk in news...please stop flashbacks!!!!!!!!!!!!...i'm back on train through urals in winter...heater breaks, barely working...all passengers bundled up, trapped...i couldn't enjoy spectacular icy landscape so angry...still not over it...was angry about being cheated!...finally had someone to blame not me...but still could have enjoyed if wanted...just wanted someone else to blame for misery for once...but that was me cheating me again...mired on runaway train...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
oh, damn...the woman with smokey eyes...part of me still in backroom of russian club...i resist then but surrender now...she still have piece of my soul...she know that, invading my dreams...russian subway dream always black and white...europe, america in color...but russia pulls me back...that feeling in subway car...generations of being watched and surveillance...felt like i was in tube with dogs that can turn any minute...repressed...only good inside was unreal streak of light and hope for them...couldn't get it out...maybe they be angry with me, loose inner dog...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
smokey woman comes back...cannot escape her...she not child woman but full woman...rare, so hard to find...knows her true female power...never blame men for state of her life...asking me again if i want to please her...she knows what missing from life of killer...how many men has she lured before...i thought that in french, was tiny thread that save me...i said no then but surrender now...i know they have sex tape of american president...she was mob woman...i was to make hit then be hit...american senator got caught (him still there haunting me), wanting evidence destroyed...i was evidence too...disposable...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
still torn...never whole...curves behind her clinging black dress!...please stop talking about russia...please stop sending me back...see her smile..."don't you want to please me?"...to please a woman like that!...i never get over...hard beat of music from main room bleeding through...still see her soft, delicate hand...holding pig nose for me to put on...step through door and she will unburden you...how many men before, i keep asking myself, how many men before...i tell her i'll be right back, just let me get money...then run on russian subway...
please stop hurting me, please stop hurting me
lady coming out of her new york townhouse...real lady in the real world...i must apologize, make amends...she doesn't want to hear it...i assume...she goes down through door underground to get where she needs to go...i can't just chase after her...i must deceive...thinking in french...there's a hole i can jump into...i can swim through the pipes to get ahead of her and then pretend we are running into each other...can't be seen chasing...moving along in dark pipes, just enough air up top...but then get lost...CAN'T GET OUT...water rises!...no way back!...buried alive! buried alive!
That's when I wake up screaming, heart pounding, seeing only black before me. The deeper the sleep the deeper the scream. Must stay awake at all times. Movie assassins never cry. Real life ones can't stop.
I was on the floor crying, cut off from the light. I'd "won". I'm untraceable, untouchable, unreachable. My pursuers have either given up or been diverted by life's more important pursuits. So here I am at the edge of the universe where my body is safe but my soul endangered. Maybe preserving my body's life here wasn't right decision after all.
I scream but no sound comes out. I'm more alone than any man in even deepest solitary confinement prison. At least someone knows he's there. I can trust no one. It's not police who are problem. They must to tell themselves lies on who they are. Anyone like that can always be defeated. But these criminals who run this world have no such delusion. You do have problem when they want you dead.
And they do want me dead.
I'm proverbial loose end. From time as boy on French docks entering the underworld I've been angry. I talk about this before. That anger led me here. Only looking back do I see exits I passed up in horrific stupidity. She was knocking on my door and I was too afraid to answer. I couldn't let her see the assassin in me. But I should have. Maybe she pull me out of this life. I never give her a chance. I can still see her blonde ponytail as she walking away. I was paralyzed fear.
So ending up at mercy of worst of the worst is my fate. Most people not even know actual order of the world. They fools thinking they'll be safe in colleges and careers and cash. Rest are slaves who think it wrong standing up for themselves (because system say it need slaves). But I know these men. I saw them with my own eyes. Only very few when seeing news know real truth. Dummy news people never connect dots. They can't because they know it won't sell. Having no future never sell well.
I can't deny I have no future even if I want to.
We never let this happen to blonde haired, blue eyed people.
But I hate those men who bring hell. I'm boiling mad. They are never held to the account! As their one time tool I Goupil am held to account. Young assassins think they smart to be on winning side. But they fools in the pain. I myself barely wake up in time to see my purpose have no purpose. Those who won't let go get eaten up and spit out. Their graves never visited.
You see, there are two types of men. The dog barkers, as I call them, are thieves of men's souls. But they cannot act. They like cripples in chair. If their silver tongue lies don't convert a following they end up talking to themselves on street corner. They need killers do their bidding for these barkers to be effective. Praise is their currency. They use it to get elected, drawing legions to their side. Truest mobsters are those who use mob rule. Men in suits are greatest monsters of all time.
Now I face my greatest problem: once a killer always a killer.
I put away gun. Take vow of nonviolence. But that not solve problem. You see, it not change my past and it not change who I am. I struggle and struggle and struggle. Was hoping to find a way maybe I not see before. Nothing come. Am walking dead. Too clever to be caught. Not clever enough to live. Even when I spoke out truth no one hear me. Maybe I should go out with a bang. Would be worth it if my truth come to light. But this criminal world never want the truth. They want only what suits them. This I have found.
Sometimes I get the American fast food. You ever see those people working in there? They are helpless lambs. Some are scared and believe for savior to come help them. But they must save themselves. Some are angry because they know they are being screwed. But that anger blinds them. Very few put their trust in life. And if life let them down then life must answer for it. What else can person do?
That is question I ask every day.
If Hitler had worn only Hawaiian shirts, could he have seized ultimate power?
It take many armies to save Jews from holocaust. Would take even bigger army to save these working poor. Phony man pose as savior laughing as he betray. Same as they must have laughed when I so eager to believe. These suit men are biggest rapists. Through them come rape of the world. African warlords (me never work for) use starvation and literal rape as means of control. Any man who not agree to do same they kill. But these Americans do same thing. You scramble to survive and they call it a dream! Who is it dream for?
I know these things very much because my contract killer money run out. I know I cannot go back to contract killing. It's not in me anymore (I tried). You ever hear phrase "honest money"? I guess it can be if you do what you want. But that not me. My money dishonest because I not do what I want. Coffee shop talkers and internet bloggers think they have it figured out. But minute you think you have it figured out, you're wrong. Mainly, they just want to argue. Keeps them from facing the truth.
And like I say before, truth it not sell.
Man steal a bread and he's marked for life. Same if he rape a woman or molest a child. They say to let someone like that walk street for even single second is wrong. But if you rob, rape and molest whole country, many fight to lift you up. Criminals in charge for a reason. So if you take gun and shoot biggest criminal in world, nothing change. Takes a village of criminals to elect criminal.
But I want to shoot them so bad! Let them know someone hate what they do. Someone see what they do. These are murderers wearing masks. Many who protect them know this too. But they not want to be discovered as murderer accomplice. It conspiracy without passing words. If people knew what really come of this they put all these monsters in jail. But they hate themselves thinking getting approval for hate will save them. But it just destroy everyone in the end. No person can escape what a person do (I tried).
So that only reason I let psychopath, child molesting, mass terror, fire bomber, lifeline cutting, smiling holocaust creep Speaker of House live. God must put his kind in the oven.
Been working on a secret project. May or may not publish it but it won't be here if I do. Title is "Welcome To Planet Lizard". Been on it a month. No idea when it will be done. Thorns of the world are winning right now. God loves them thorns! Stay tuned.
Another flower sighed and wailed before finally dying from a lack of sunlight from the blocking weeds.
"Where is justice? Where is hope? Where is life? Why does the Gardener not value me? Soon, there will be nothing but weeds left and then they will choke each other out and it will be as if the garden never existed. What's the point of this? Why must sun be given equally to flowers and weeds?"
A weed monster laughed. "How stupid it is to be a flower! Survival of the fittest, baby!"
His fellow weeds guffawed in agreement. Ever since the weeds first started invading the garden their numbers had grown. At first the weeds spoke glowingly of the flowers and how much they admired the flowers' beauty. But as time passed, the hideous nature of the self-loathing weeds started to surface and as their numbers increased they grew more bold in their hate. One thing, though, would not - and could not - ever change: an all-consuming need and desire to be accepted by the flowers.
What made the weeds so bitter in their rooting was their choice not to be a flower, fearing they could never muster the beauty required. Until one actually flowers, how can one ever know one's true worth? So they chose the path of the weed, forever doomed to rationalizing that fearful mistake, embarrassed to live as prisoners of doubt, losers in life.
Knowing this about themselves made them hate the flowers even as they envied their elegance and grace. But weeds have one ability flowers do not: the ability to choke out surrounding life (though done at the expense of their own which they do not value). Helpful flowers warned the weeds to change explaining the Gardener will return one day and pull them out.
"Ha, that's just so much philosophy! There is no Gardener! That's just a fiction you made up to make yourselves feel better. There is no truth! Why should we ever listen?"
The flowers, of course, knew that was a fiction made up by the weeds to make themselves feel better. "It's just a matter of knowing the science." But as the weeds forsook their shame, they began to mock the flowers and speak of the "beauty" of weeds, and that to speak well of weeds was the new enlightenment. That sowed doubt in some flowers who then beseeched "tolerance" of the choking weeds. These fooled flowers hoped against hope the weed's destructive nature would change however impossible that might be. They could see no other possible way to a future.
Seeing nothing to stop them, weed power continued to ascend as their numbers grew while flowers dwindled. "Mob rule cannot be denied!" Weeds believed declaring flowers to be evil would enable a weedy future. Flowers were declared enemies of the state since preserving life meant the end of weed rule. A new abnormal arose as the weeds killed in toxic glee, all the while claiming they were the victims having been (self-)denied beauty in their life. It was a time of darkness never seen before. Hell had come for breakfast.
Heady with their rule - however short-lived - the weeds claimed the Gardener loved them more than the flowers. They declared themselves as plants of "true faith" and heaped praise upon the Gardener "who has placed us in our rightfully ascendant position." But no amount of words could relieve the weeds from needing the flowers' acceptance. They cursed the flowers as "morally bankrupt" and "corrupt" for not following holy weedy ways. Frustrated and terrified, the weeds decided the only way to find peace would be to eliminate the flowers altogether - and no force in the universe could stop them.
Then the sun disappeared in a shadow. This initially made the weeds rejoice thinking their dark deeds could remain hidden. For no matter how self-sanctioned they made their killings, the weeds could not escape the self-knowledge of their insanity. Even when they "won" they lost, satisfaction perpetually escaped them. But the shadow was not the savior they hoped. It was the shadow of the returning Gardener.
The weeds wailed as they felt their roots being pulled up from the ground. "Please don't kill us! We want to live!"
"Why would I want a garden of weeds? What farmer throws away the wheat and keeps the chaff? I gave the garden time to grow and you made your choice. The sun was denied to no one and the sun is all you need to be a flower. But now time is up and garden life must be preserved. What the fuck did you think was going to happen??"
Uprooted for eternity, the weeds could never return. Now fully mature, the flowers spread over the remaining ground making it impossible for weed life. They lived in unity and in communion with the Gardener as the point of their previous faith was fully realized. Truth never wins until the end but then it wins forever.
