I don’t know if I’m frustrated with my world that is shaped or sculpted by the metaphorical hands of cognitive dissonance or what. But, in simplest terms, I both like to pray and I like to fuck. That paradox in the modern world is damn near irresolvable.

Right now I’m too tired or too lazy to deal with this paradox. So I’ll struggle a little longer, be uncomfortable a little longer, endure the modern world just like a character in Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, or H. G. Wells’ Things To Come.

Don’t ever tell the power elite, you can perceive the cruelty permeating their abattoir, that the drugs and the hedonism don’t work any more and we’re all expecting the concussive blow to the head.

Our only hope is the rebellion that will crush the militarists, globalists, and thieves who seek to enslave humanity. We, the small and broken, must resist the robots, automation, and artificial intelligence, the tools and toys of the global elite that seek to destroy us.

Rant over.