Dear friends,
These are good days. Do you hear them outside shouting in the street? It's music to my ears.
Let them protest. Let them shout and rail against us. Do not worry my friends. We're still in control and the game goes on. I am not worried and have no reason to be. The plan remains in motion. We have them by the balls and their screaming is only the last gasps of a dying idea.
Soon they won't even recognize the freedom they claim to deserve. Soon it'll be a shadow on the wall that they'll salute each day as they gleefully pay us to let them live. They will not hunt us in our beds or kill us in our towers. We needn't be afraid and the flow into our arms of this world's great bounty will never end. Do you know why?
We've bought half of them. They cannot fight our armies because they are our armies. They won't kill their cops or slash their soldiers throats. They still have so much to lose and we have so much we can take. Our slaves are still our slaves and nothing will change that.
So long as they know there is something more we have that they hope to achieve and that the hope of becoming us remains, however remote, our hands with hold their throats and ne'er stray. They have mercy and we needn't. They have fear and we are invincible. So let them protest. Never as one will they rise up to throw us down.
Do you think they could? They are fat from the food we give them. They're sad from years of being told they are sad and pathetic. They are broken by our financial system with which we can take everything from them. We've beaten them down with the gods we gave them. They are as whipped dogs giving one last yelp before the trap closes.
So dear friends. Have no worries! We've won. They'll never know how much they helped.
These are good days. Do you hear them outside shouting in the street? It's music to my ears.
Let them protest. Let them shout and rail against us. Do not worry my friends. We're still in control and the game goes on. I am not worried and have no reason to be. The plan remains in motion. We have them by the balls and their screaming is only the last gasps of a dying idea.
Soon they won't even recognize the freedom they claim to deserve. Soon it'll be a shadow on the wall that they'll salute each day as they gleefully pay us to let them live. They will not hunt us in our beds or kill us in our towers. We needn't be afraid and the flow into our arms of this world's great bounty will never end. Do you know why?
We've bought half of them. They cannot fight our armies because they are our armies. They won't kill their cops or slash their soldiers throats. They still have so much to lose and we have so much we can take. Our slaves are still our slaves and nothing will change that.
So long as they know there is something more we have that they hope to achieve and that the hope of becoming us remains, however remote, our hands with hold their throats and ne'er stray. They have mercy and we needn't. They have fear and we are invincible. So let them protest. Never as one will they rise up to throw us down.
Do you think they could? They are fat from the food we give them. They're sad from years of being told they are sad and pathetic. They are broken by our financial system with which we can take everything from them. We've beaten them down with the gods we gave them. They are as whipped dogs giving one last yelp before the trap closes.
So dear friends. Have no worries! We've won. They'll never know how much they helped.
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