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  Build A Better World.      Be the change you wish to see. We live in a time, where here in the West, destruction is the name of the game. The destruction of the family unit. The destruction of national identity. The destruction of the very charter of rights which our ancestors fought and died for us to have. Everywhere you turn, what once stood proud, is slowly being torn apart.      The conservation of these items is a futile battle. The attempt to stop the individuals in question, who seek to destroy what it is we as a people have built, is useless. Much like a wild fire, struck ablaze in the middle of the forest- the flames cannot be stopped once the tress have been engulfed. The fierceness and intensity of the destruction cannot be contained. The levelling of the forest is an occurrence which must be left to run its course.      However, one does not simply allow a forest to die. Though the flames may rise, and the destruction may ...

  The Game is to Rob You.      The entire point of the world, here in the West, is to waste and steal your potential.      A world, where opportunity lay everywhere. Where new people, new connections, new adventures, lurk just around the corner. A world, where anything is possible. And yet, we choose not to pursue. We choose not to chase after greatness. We choose, to be numbed down and surrounded by the current trends, to keep us high on our loneliness.        The very world we live in, has become a system of traps. The cure to our isolation, has become nothing more than our crutch. The drug, which was meant to cure us, has transformed into nothing more than a dependancy that we simply cannot shake. All the while, we the people, who continue to get high, are being overruled and overplayed, but those who are supplying the drugs.   ٭      The dealers are now in charge. Much like the Pablo Escobar’s of the drug wor...

  Breaking Point.      The tension in the air is incredible. Every move is being observed and calculated like never before. The entire Western Hemisphere holds its collective breath, as we await what lies in store for us next. We have reached critical mass- a breaking point- and I don’t see how we can possibly hope to move forward from here with something breaking off.      Between the noise of the internet, and the obvious state of the world- We are in store for a wild next couple of weeks. The build-up has been going on for a while now, and all attempts at controlling the noise and silencing the doubters has failed. The inevitable continues to push forward, as the bubbling deep from within increases its volume. The over-boiling of society is ready to explode at any given moment, provided they are able to see the green light.      How can we, as a society, hope to continue functioning as-is, if we do not change something? I suppose that...

  Animal Farm      Everywhere you look- animals. Farm creatures, being forced to follow the crowd. Rushing around, chasing after something they can’t see. Believing in a lie they cannot fully comprehend. The idea that there lies something, at the end of the journey, waiting to all be worth it in the end.        And the masses follow it, without hesitation.        These animals are forced to run at such high-speeds. They’re taught to never slow down, never question it. To simply move forward and chase after whatever lies ahead. A new house. A new car. A new job. A new salary. Soon, the very animal is indoctrinated into nothing more than a domesticated beast. A wolf, turned into nothing more than a fluffy puppy that wags its tail and begs. The very nature of humanity, transformed into nothing more than a disease.      Perhaps calling them animals would be inaccurate, in the bigger picture. Perhaps, another word bes...

     The enslavement of our future is something that has constantly been on my mind, for a while now . The efforts being put forward to create a world where every living man, woman and child will be born into shackles, haunts me at night. The forces which are driving these anchors, operate fully in the shadows. They do not show their faces. They do not even escape from the dark. They live, and breathe, the very essence of the night- creating chaos in their mist. ✦      The plan itself is one that I applaud them for. Make no mistake about it. It is crucial to be able to accept when your enemies have done something spectacular, and to give them full credit when credit is due. Make no mistake, this is the way of war. This is the way of our people. The human race. We have been at this game for millenniums- maybe longer. However, I will not sit back and allow these creatures to execute their will.        In the end of our time, we must all fa...

  Apparently, it’s Valentine’s Day.      Whatever that means. Celebrate love? Never heard of it.        Apparently, Saint Valentine was an individual who was beaten and murdered. Now, we celebrate him by sending roses and chocolates to loved ones. To be fair, I don’t know much about him. I would have to do research in order to better understand what the man was all about. Like most Western holidays, there is probably little to zero original meaning behind it all. Seriously. We here in the West have a tremendous passion for taking things completely out of context, and creating them into some form of false idol. Santa Claus is probably a good example. Christ, even the Easter Bunny can fall into that trap. The truth is, we over-celebrate everything, with false icons and idols, driving up consumerism. What a world, eh?      One of the things about our Western culture, especially as of late, is we have dedicated some sore of celebration ...