There Is No Oz

Nice post / rant by Angie, well worthy of a repost here.

I ask you to ponder this true story and wonder and then finally take some action about the country that your living in.

There Is No Oz

Ripples of outrage layered with disgust are passing through my body right now. Ripples that look just like a whole lot of other ugly ripples I’ve witnessed vibrating across the whole country in recent years. All in full view of anyone who bothered to be looking. The hologram theory begins to make sense to me now. Every tiny piece of the picture is exactly the same as every other piece. That’s the game. That’s the game that we’re not supposed to be able to see. But just like Dorothy ripping aside the curtain and seeing some little schmuck standing there instead of some great and mighty godlike being, I see the game, just like she did.

I can’t help but recall with disgust the way that little lying sonofabitch, seeing her standing there glaring at him, STILL grabbed for his microphone and STILL tried to use “the voice”, “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!” Yeah, right.

It’s over. You pathetic little weasel. Literally caught red handed and still trying to lie, thinking his lies are going to work, because they always work. Every word out of his lying mouth was a lie. Every one of them. Every single time he opened his mouth from behind that little curtain, every sentence he spoke into that voice transforming microphone was a lie. He was pretending to be something he never was and never could be. He sold an illusion. And he played it for everything he could get. And he was able to walk around scott free because no one would ever know who he was, or that they lived in fear of an illusion, of something that did not even exist.

There is no such thing as the great and mighty Oz. Why did we ever think so? It’s such crap. I’ve met thousands of people in my lifetime and not a one of them was anything but human and mortal. None of them were special. None of them were of some finer quality flesh, what bullshit. Do you want to know the truth of it? The most decent people I’ve ever met were amongst the poorest people I’ve ever known. But for all of the rich people I’ve met, and I’ve met plenty of them, I can’t think of any who gave a damn about anyone but themselves. That’s the disease of greed and selfishness. You think your life is all about finding a million ways to masturbate, to get off, and that you deserve to be useless and self-obsessed. You tell yourself lies about being too good to have to think about all the people you’re using to get yourself off. You know why? Because deep inside you know what you are. You’re desperate for an illusion to excuse the fact that you’re addicted to getting yourself off and that in order to do it, people have to die. You’re so wasted that you can’t even care that you’re a monster. You think being a monster makes you better than everyone else.

It doesn’t.

All it takes is one person forgetting to be afraid and demanding that the great and mighty Oz explain himself because he’s so clearly an asshole that there is no excuse for him anymore. Nothing justifies him. That’s what all monsters fear the most because they know that’s all it takes. Everyone may be asleep but everyone can wake up, just like that. It’s like one of those optical illusions, the Rorschach looking picture of a lamp. You see a lamp, that’s all you see. It takes someone else to say, don’t you also see the faces? Then you see the faces. Then it’s all over. That’s how easy it is to wake up. That’s what they fear.

That’s why the media is a bubbling caldron of shit and lies and putrefaction. It’s the disease spreader, the manure spreader, the magic microphone of the great and mighty phony Oz that sells the illusion. That’s why we get a new batch of liars every four years but their voices never change. They’re all speaking with the same voice through the same tunnel of lies that transforms ordinary, less than ordinary, literally stupid, corrupt, cowardly, self serving assholes into “honorable” “dignified” “respected” LEADERS. OH!! It makes me sick to my stomach. What a thinly veiled scam. What a sack of crap it all is.

I guess you can tell I’m pissed. I am so pissed off. The filth is everywhere, it’s everywhere. It’s in your house. It’s in my house. We’re soaking in it. We’re breathing it and eating it and drinking it. We can’t get away from it. We’re just so used to being used, and lied to, and treated like we don’t rate, we don’t count, we don’t matter, we don’t get any, like we need permission to exist, that it feels normal. We’re proud of it. It’s gone on so long that we can’t even see ourselves being prostituted to ugly old men with liver spots and nasty breath who make us do all the work as they lay back in their jaundiced cheap euphoria and fantasize about even more depraved ways to get off, because all these other ways just don’t cut it anymore. The thrill is gone. It’s too easy. Everyone has bought into the illusion that leaders are our superiors instead of our servants and so they stole the mansion and all of the property and cleaned out the bank accounts and snatched up title to all of the land and everyone’s houses and now they’re selling us off, selling our flesh, eating our flesh, using our children’s flesh to get off, and they’re just not having as much fun as they used to. They’re dying to up the ante.

Let me tell you what I see. I see a basic system that repeats over and again through every walk of life. You’re either a thug or you’re not. The thugs use violence to kill people and take their stuff. Everybody else is their prey. These thugs wear suits and ties and they drink champagne and they eat five star meals every single day and don’t know there’s anything else. Marie Antoinettes, all of them. Thugs lie. That’s their vehicle. They use fear. They use force. Physical, emotional, intellectual, whatever it takes. Thugs need eunuchs to propagate their control mechanism. They pay their eunuchs a lot of money because people will do anything for a lot of money. They’ll teach what you tell them to teach. They’ll report what you tell them to report. They’ll shoot who you tell them to shoot. They’ll do whatever you tell them to do and they’ll never ask why. They’ll never treat you as their equal because they want that gravy train to keep on rolling. They’ll live on their knees to you and in return you’ll let them have their own little pond to be big fish in. They can be as despicable and tyrannical as they want, and you’ll cover for them. But if they get so much as one inch out of line, you’ll take them out. You’ll destroy them. They’re all afraid of you instead of being afraid of turning into weak, pathetic, useless, cowardly, comfort addicts who live in the cloud cities where no one is poor or suffering. The cloud cities of Donna Reed and Peyton Place and Dallas. They’re not responsible for the starving masses or the oppression or the ignorance or the poverty or the wasted potential and lives, no not them. Not the people of the cloud cities who have very nice lives. It’s somebody else’s fault. It always is. Blame the victims. Yeah, that’s it. The victims are the bad people.

Earlier this year, sometime during the summer I met a homeless lady around the corner from my house. She was someone who mattered to me. It’s an awfully long story but I can tell you some basic things so you understand why I’m so angry. This lady was someone who worked for the county for over 20 years, and retired. She did all the things you’re “supposed” to do. She went to school, got a job, got married, bought a house, had kids, and eventually retired. She paid her taxes and worked hard. She got divorced. Her kids grew up and went off to live their own lives. They were a clean cut family, the kids earned scholarships to college, she’s very proud of them. Her two sons are both over in Iraq serving their scum bag in chief. They cared about doing something for their country.

Her daughter, her pride and joy, her talented, beautiful girl got breast cancer. It ate her. She died. She left two little children behind. This homeless lady is their grandmother. She can’t get one penny of assistance from the government machine and has been living on the street for over a year and has been knocking herself out to make sure those two kids are taken care of. She’s a decent human being and she’s found out that when you lose everything through no fault of your own, doing the right things for the right reasons and terrible things happen to you and rip your heart out, that nobody really gives a damn.

I tried to find some thing, some place, some organization, some charity, anything to help this woman. There is NOTHING out here. It is beyond shameful. The government is playing tricks like the ones they play to wipe people off the registered voters lists, any lame excuse to deny people what they deserve. Anything to deprive them of a voice, of a choice, of a chance. Anything to cheat more money into your own pocket at their expense. Anything.

With all of the money out here, and there is major money out here, I guess these folks are just too well fed to give a shit about people who end up on the street. Someone like this grandmother is a 100% ideal candidate to get back up and running if just for a little help. She’s not a drug banger, doesn’t drink, is not a criminal, is a bible reading Christian, someone of morals and principles who can’t stand to be a burden on anyone, someone like this is exactly the type of person who can be helped. This is someone who wants nothing more than to have a job and have a place of her own to live and have a normal life again. What excuse is there really for the Governor to slash what crumbs there are in the so called budget for helping people? What excuse? You tell me. When the friggen corporations are given corporate welfare in staggering chunks, why is this woman living on the street for a whole year with two little children to take care of? Somebody has to explain it to me because I do not understand.

Oh and by the way, I contacted all the churches in this city who bragged on their “outreach” programs. I wrote letters to them all, Dear Pastor so and so. Let me tell you about someone who needs your help. NOT ONE OF THEM responded to me. Don’t be shocked now, but not one of them bothered to even check on this woman either. They’re all full of crap. Lots of pretty talk without any of that yucky get real walk. Just keep the money coming in folks. Keep the parishioners singing their little songs on Sunday. Everything is beautiful, Christ is the Lord.

Listen for the ripples, as above so below. The fed is the state is the city. It’s all corrupt. We’ll hear it again because they’ll say it again and again. “We have to cut the budget! We need fiscal responsibility!” So they get huge increases for more weapons, more violence, more death, more prisons, more cops, more thugs, more control, more DHS concentration camps, more “intelligence” agencies (i.e. their legalized private anything goes criminals who don’t take a salary, they get offered jobs for serious money.) Nothing costs us more than all that control and death crap. Nothing. What we’re paying and what we’ve got along those lines is literally insane. And there’s no end in sight. So when it’s time to cut the budget where would you look? Would you not look for waste and fraud and maybe negotiate lower prices and all the usual stuff? Wouldn’t you go where the most money is being spent and take a long hard look there? If you weren’t corrupt you would. But when you’re corrupt you go to where the least money is, to the social programs, to welfare, to assistance, to food stamps. FOOD STAMPS for crying out loud. This is not massive amounts of money and if you think it is you’d better look at the “defense” budget. Then don’t bother coming around because I don’t want to hear it if you’re going to support the death machine and stand against the lives of your own fellow man. Something’s wrong there bucko. Keep your distance. Fair warning.

What these thugs do, what all the thugs do, is go to the poorest people who have the least money, who get the least money, and take it from them. Leave them to die. There you go, good job. Was it worth it Madeline Albright? Was it worth half a million dead children to get your political rocks off? Indeed it was, she said. Reader, what exactly did we get that was so worth it? You must know right off the top of your head for that price. You don’t know. Neither do I.

Yes by treating the most desperate needy people, like you deserve to be treated, you saved us all so much money, supposedly. In spite of all your budget slashing we’ve never been more in debt. And billionaire bankers have never had it so good before. They’ve always basked in the oceans of parasitic profits they bilk from every living human being, but free trillions, that’s beyond even their wildest wet dreams. That’s okay though, it’s all those welfare queens living high on the hog on Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and trying to decide between taking their sick kids to the doctor or feeding them a highly processed genetically modified chemical laden dinner. Yeah, it’s a big party living on welfare, you jerks. Does this even make sense? No it doesn’t. It isn’t about cutting the budget, it’s about killing people who can’t defend themselves. It’s about being depraved and getting away with it and using the whore media to give your voice a monopoly on the public mind. It’s about brute force, selfishness, despicable filthiness, hypocrisy, and just being assholes. It gets them off. They love the stench of death, smoke and handcuffs in the poor parts of town.

Remember how they flocked to New Orleans in the wake of Katrina’s floods? They sent out thugs with guns to shoot people in crisis for their lives! That’s who the great and mighty Oz is. That’s what our government machine is. Oz. There’s your great and mighty godlike people. That’s who they are. LOOK AT IT. That’s who they are. They said, “We finally got rid of them. We couldn’t do it but God did”. THAT’S WHO THEY ARE. See it. It’s reality.

They bussed people out of the state to all over the country and dumped them there. Meanwhile they built Casinos and got them up and running while survivors were traumatized, sick, they’d lost everything. You know the FEMA office in New Orleans was closed a year or so ago. Just closed. Not because people aren’t still in crisis, they are. But FEMA’s job was to not help. They did a good job. The government rushed in to save the oil companies, and they blew off the people and treated them in ways they wouldn’t treat a dog. SEE IT. It’s reality.

Back to this homeless lady, this grandmother, I was so upset that I couldn’t find her anything. It blew me away that there was no help for her. She’d already been living on the street for a year. She’s not stupid, she’d tried everything. She did a very thorough job. She tried hard to find work and couldn’t get a job. What’s she supposed to do? She has to beg to survive. So that’s what she did, every day, every single day, no days off because she had to eat and those children had to eat. That was her life in the great US of A, in filthy rich Silicon Valley with Google’s HQ so close by you could throw a rock and hit their building. I guess they can’t see homeless people from their picture windows. I guess they can’t see them when they go to get their Starbucks everyday, because they didn’t see her standing there. For a year.

After a couple of months of going by to talk with her once in a while and give her some money whenever I had some and even when I didn’t, I got a feel of this person, and I really liked her. I really admired her. It’s too much to tell you about in any depth. It would take too long to really impress upon you how decent and great this lady is. She’s had a hard time. A horrible time. No rest. No help. No end in sight. She’s been through it and frankly I don’t know how she was holding herself together. She’s truly brave.

One time when I went to say hello to her, as I got out of my car I saw fifty bucks laying on the ground right in front of me. It was just laying there. I gave it to her and she about came unglued. It really meant so much to her. It wasn’t any big deal to me, it’s just a wad of paper that some twit was probably going to use to buy lottery tickets or booze. I figured it was better spent on her. Besides, how do you find out who lost their money? Everyone you ask is going to say it was them. Finders keepers in this situation I’m afraid. That’s just how it went.

That day I noticed the grocery store she sat outside of had put up a big sign that said something like, “Don’t feed the animals”. It said “this establishment does not condone poor people begging for chump change so they won’t die, at least not in front of our food market. Fuck poor people. We recommend that you ignore them and do not give them any money. We think they suck”. That’s what it said, regardless of how they phrased it. It was insulting as hell. It blew me away that the management of that piece of crap store couldn’t figure out how easy it would have been for them to do so much kindness for this lady. How much food do you think they throw away each day? Yeah. I guess they couldn’t bring themselves to help someone perishing for want on their doorstep. Like it would have hurt them. Idiots.

Anyway… that day I asked her if she’d want to come stay with me. I couldn’t stand her being out on the street. I just couldn’t accept it. So I opened my home to her and said come on in. She was shocked and joyous for about 10 seconds, then she got very quiet. I told her to think it over, no pressure. The offer is there. She naturally had things to think about, questions to ask. I didn’t want to push it or make her feel uncomfortable. But I know what she was feeling. Fear. Too good to be true. People don’t just ask homeless people to come home with them. It doesn’t happen. So we’re told. I think she was just too afraid to believe anyone could care enough to open their home to her. No one had cared for a year. What price would it come at, she probably wondered. I don’t know what she thought, I’m only guessing. But I know fear when I see it. It was just too scary to trust someone.

I decided to give her time. The weather would be getting cold pretty soon. It might make her more amenable to at least coming by and seeing the place and finding out what a lousy housekeeper I am. I gave her my phone number. She called a couple times. Once when her grandson was taken to the hospital. She needed some moral support. Again a few weeks later when he had a relapse and she was so scared. She was coming apart. I told her it was okay to come apart. She cried. A lot.

Then last week I went by to see her and she wasn’t there. I went by again and she wasn’t there. I went by today again, and she wasn’t there and I got a bad feeling in my gut. I started asking around and eventually was told by someone else out in front of the grocery store, some guy with a radio, and a table, and a big jar filled with dollars, obviously not a homeless person, but doing quite well from the look of it… he said she’d been arrested for shoplifting. That’s all he would say.

I have to say this. The government couldn’t figure out any way to give this lady a few hundred dollars a month to help her get back on her feet. They just couldn’t find a way. It costs too much. It’s too much of a burden. But they have no problem spending thousands of dollars a month to incarcerate her. They can pay cops in brand new cars with all the latest tech garbage and loud ass sirens winding out all night to come get her. They can pay the private corporations who operate the prisons. They can pay the fat ass salaries to the thugs that run those places and they can turn their heads when the guards beat the snot out of people. They can afford that. They just can’t afford to HELP anyone. You can see it in their faces, the thought of helping anyone disgusts them. It makes them want to puke. But throwing people into cages where they can be kicked and starved and fed poison and be used for medical experimentation and free labor, where they can strip away their human rights, forget American rights, what a joke, there’s plenty of money and lust to do that.

Does the punishment even fit the crime? What do you rip off from the supermarket that should cost taxpayers 50 grand a year to keep that person in a cage? What did she supposedly steal? Food? Give me a break.

But here’s the thing that I believe is the truth of the matter. This woman didn’t shoplift anything. It’s not who she is. She had too much at stake to take such a stupid risk for some small little thing from the store. It’s not her style. She’d been making it the hard way for a year and was proud of it. It’s who she is. She’s not a thief. But right after Thanksgiving the supermarket had a truckload of Christmas trees delivered. I don’t know what those are going for these days, I haven’t bought one for well over a decade. I’m sure they’re very profitable. They wanted to set up their little Christmas Tree lot out front and not make their customers see a nice, warm, decent homeless human being out front, during the time of year for charity and caring and kindness, that’s just too depressing. It might cut down on profits. The Christmas trees are nicely arranged right where she used to sit every day. They’re selling quite well too. Hardly any left. Good for them. That’s what it’s all about, right?

Excuse me for putting two and two together but I see what’s going on here. The store management called the cops and accused her of shoplifting. The cops were all too happy to take her away and destroy her life and let the state finally get their filthy, pedophile hands on those two little kids. They threw her into a cage knowing she had no one to come help her, and no one who would even care. She can’t even make bail. It’s nothing personal, it’s just business. Whatever they said she took, it isn’t even worth a night in jail. They destroyed three lives and feel good about it. They got rid of their own little New Orleans riffraff, so they could make some serious profits and keep their customers in the Christmas spirit, spending as much as they possibly can.

Keep up the illusion that this is the best country in the world. Just drag the losers out of the view of spending customers. We don’t want them to get upset seeing reality. Let’s keep them focused on phoniness and hypocrisy and let them get lost in the despicable insult of celebrating their God’s birthday by shopping until they drop. If you don’t count the bodies, there is no body count. If you don’t see the homeless people, there aren’t any homeless people. We must never let hard core reality interfere with our illusions of how swell and upright and happy we are. Quick test to find out how swell you are: count the money in your pocket. That’s it. Nothing else matters. If you don’t have any, you don’t even deserve human dignity, much less justice. Sorry, I’m not all that proud to be an American today. We’ve got some serious problems when we don’t see any value in human life because it means we don’t even care about ourselves. That’s just stupid.

Happy Holidays one and all, sincerely. I hope everyone gets some rest and a break from all of this shit for a while. Eat good food, reconnect with family and friends, only this year, appreciate it. Not everyone even has a chance to have anything as normal and wonderful as that. See you next year or whenever we meet again. Take care.


admin at survivalacres dot com

6 thoughts on “There Is No Oz

  • December 29, 2008 at 1:55 am

    I see that people are starting to freak out.

    The first signs will be the individual stories of outrage. (Not that these stories have not been around since the beginning of agriculture.) But, because we are totally ego bound, we will take them as unique to our times. We will identify with them. In the larger uber-societal case, we will rant against those who are the rulers. In this case, Angie identifies these people as being “ugly old men with liver spots and nasty breath.” Yes, I am sure that ugly old men with liver spots and bad breath are involved. Most old people,women included, have liver spots. Many people, young and old, have bad breath. (Often due to lack of dental care.) But the truth is the paradigm is not somehow limited to a cadre of old people. It is rife within the community, especially the community of YOUNG people. You cannot have a fascist state without a bunch of jack-booted young people, all pimple rough with hormones a-raging, in complete and fervent sympathy with the fascist state. The people in Iraq are the spawn of the fascists. They are young, dumb, and full of come, and they want to make a difference in the body count.

    The problem is not with the difference in ages, the sexes, the races, it is with the paradigm.


    When we destroy the world through the bullshit capitalist paradigm of unlimited growth, we destroy it for young and old, for hip and not so hip. We must realize that it is impossible for the culture-loving, capitalist/FILL-IN-THE-BLANK-POLITICAL/ECONOMIC SYSTEM to deal with reality. They do not care if the world dies. Quit blaming and start ignoring. They cannot be convinced. They cannot be changed. They can only be destroyed. All the profit makers out there are only fucking jacking off into the wind if they think that free trade or Ayn Rand literalism is going to save the day.

    WE LIVE ON A SPHERE. Your monkey dollars do not change that reality.

    To counter with the tired phrase, “but that’s the way it is,” makes me want to kill everyone in sight. It’s that way because the cancer of capitalism has eaten away at the basic fabric of society for three hundred years. The school system, designed by capitalists, is a vast brain-washing mechanism designed to make people say such self-defeating shit as, “that’s the way it is.”

    The only thing that will stop the fucking maniacs from killing us all is to kill them first. We need a revolution. We need it now before the YOUNG storm troopers from Iraq return and fill up the occupational army in the US.

    US out of America!!!!!!

  • December 29, 2008 at 9:47 am

    So, who wants to be the first to pull the trigger? As I see it, whoever it is will die really quick by the storm troopers already in place. So, we all sit and wait for the “Trigger” to happen, whatever that may be. The problem is that I don’t know a whole hell of a lot of martyrs in our society, and it will take someone who is willing to sacrifice him or her self to get the ball rolling. Probably, it won’t happen until they start the roundups and people realize that they can either die fighting or die running, but either way they are going to die!!!! Cornered rats will fight back, but will cornered sheep? I have no idea. I would like to think so, but shit, I’m not seeing it. So far our beloved leaders have proven that they don’t give a fuck what the sheeple want by voting for the bailout against the wishes of the great majority of the sheeple, and in so doing, have propagated the largest transfer of wealth in history, and so far not one fucking peep out of “The Sheeple Of The United States Of Amerika”. What a fucking shame. I’m beginning to think that the really free people are the ones in prison. Most of them are truly free thinkers that did what ever they wanted, which is a big no no in this free society. LOL. I just read an article that says 80% of all arrests in this country are for possession of weed. Even after most states have voted, that’s right, VOTED to de-criminalize it, our beloved Feds are still slamming the dangerous weedheads into federal prison by the hundreds of thousands, while the really cool assholes like Madoff are under house arrest in his penthouse in Manhattan. I would like to say that I’m willing to fight to the death for this country, but I can’t. I used to be, but not any more. One thing though, I am willing to kill for this country, I’m just not willing to die for it, at least not until it shows me it is deserving of my utmost sacrifice. With that said, all that is left to say now is “Baaa Baaa”.

  • December 29, 2008 at 9:51 am

    This is all part of the consensus trance, the disconnect from reality and how things really are and how they really work.

    The fascist state is occupied by both classes you mentioned, and layers in between. You cannot have the young, dumb and full of cum without the liver spotted evil overlords telling them what to do.

    The real America has lost focus on itself and sits idly by while this country is morphed into a police state, and terrorizing the rest of the world to boot.

    Angie’s story is but one of thousands, probably millions of personal stories where Americans have lost the wherewithal to do what needs to be done.

    There is indeed a time for living and a time for dying, life itself teaches this.

    Killing them all (the evil doers) is quite possible and would not take an organized campaign, an army or any ‘plan’ at all and could not be stopped by any means or measures. And it would cost a few thousand lives.

    On the other hand, doing nothing is going to take the lives of hundreds of millions (at least, much more likely several billion), this agenda is already well underway now.

    I’d bet dollars to donuts however, that such reasoning will go right over the heads of these same Americants. The sphere you mentioned isn’t real for them, they’re flatlanders, indoctrinated into believing that they are utterly powerless, afraid of the unknown and unexplored edge and falling off.

    They will wind up killing us, that is indeed where this is all going.

  • December 29, 2008 at 12:03 pm

    There it is.

    I too ultimately do not believe that anyone in the United States will do anything of significance to stop the destruction of the ecosystem. The lure of infotainment is too strong. The young and old jackboots, politicos, wealthy slave holders, and the media elites have already built the prison, knowing that Americans talk big behind uber high tech and push-button, stratospheric killing, but when it comes to getting their hands dirty–forget it. The consumer weasels couldn’t even manage to make sacrifices for a war designed to keep their fat asses selling each other cheap shit for a few more petroleum powered years.

    As a friend of mine (liver spots and all) put it, “there will be revolution when the peasants eat worms.”

    That will be sooner than later, my friends.

    If not, twas a fun ride for the cancer formerly known as humanity.

  • December 29, 2008 at 3:36 pm

    Knowing “The way things are” is enough to outrage any thinking person, but one can slip back and forth, viewing the human predicament, first from one side, then from another, and it’s easy to feel complete anger, on the one hand.

    From another vantage point it is easy to believe that, as many writers have said before, it is all part of a bigger, grander plan–an eventual plan for a tiny group of powerful miscreants to hold absolute control over the entire planet, including every living entity, whether human, animal, plant, seeds, genes, you name it. As admin. and others have stated, these miscreants have no souls, no feelings, and are sociopaths at best.

    The question is not how to stop them in their tracks because there are too many willing sheeple who would get in the way. The question, then, is how to stop yourself from being just another victim.

  • December 29, 2008 at 5:54 pm

    One thing to keep in mind is just how much of a lock the mainstream media has on information. Even if there are demonstrations, or acts of sabotage, or even assassinations, you can bet that if they are significant, they will not be reported.

    They like to keep us believing that we are helpless, ineffectual, and apathetic. This will be the official line well after acts of rebellion begin, if they haven’t already.

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