By Scott Thomas Outlar
end. Of everything.
is there to say? After the final annihilation of
consciousness. After the Big Bang in reverse.
After the last hint of freedom is snuffed out.
After the lights go down. Does it all start over
again? Is existence an eternally recurring cycle?
Do we get second chances on such a large scale as
that of universal rebirth? Or does it all stay
the answers to these questions as well as many
others on the next episode of Existential Pondering
on the Status of Godís Whereabouts. A daily
television show broadcast directly into the neuron
synapses of each human brain that is wired into the
collective hive hardware system. Plug in. Itíll be
fun. I promise. You wonít even remember what it
was like to see a real sunrise or how it felt to
have a first kiss or what a blooming flower smells
like in the spring or how a mango tastes when
perfectly ripe and dripping with juicy sugar. Once
your consciousness has been turned over to the
electronic nodal system you wonít have to remember
anything at all. Your thoughts will be provided for
you. No more pain or suffering. But doesnít that
mean no more joy or pleasure? Hush now, donít you
worry about things like that. Just stick that wire
into the socket. Just let go of all those silly
worries. You are safe with us. The centralized
control center loves you very much. Come, join us,
everything will be just fine.
choose to go the route of total disintegration into
the data stream? Who will fight like a cornered
wolf when they come to take you away? Who will be
happy to release all mortal concerns of the physical
dimension of time and space? Who believes that it
is the very experiences garnered in this temporal
reality that shapes and molds who we are? Who is
ready to give up on the flesh and blood? Who is
ready to die for the right to continue living as a
human vessel? The time is coming very soon when
such questions as these will be answered. One way
or another. With a screen going black and human
destiny blipping out of existence. Or with a bloody
war in the streets.
sides. Draw lines. Prepare. Civil uprising is
nearly here. Mass chaos is sure to happen. All the
cards have been laid on the table. We see exactly
what the social engineers have planned. Some of us
donít dig it very much. No me gusta. We will ask
politely that they stop. But they wonít. And so we
will have to destroy them before they destroy us.
Thatís the meat of the matter. And the potatoes,
too. Wicked creatures will never cease their wicked
ways until they are deader than a door nail. If we
must, we will accommodate them along the path toward
reaching such an inorganic state of being.
Socialists. Communists. Collectivists. Fascists.
An authoritarian by any other nameÖ
seek to enforce centralized control apparatuses over
the population must be stopped. Post haste. With
due diligence. Without mercy. With no quarter
granted. Without remorse. For the future of the
species to survive, we will take down those who seek
to enslave us.
to counter the large threat that we face. Paranoia
on a massive scale? Or the only rational
conclusions that can be drawn once analyzing the
data? The agenda is out in the open. A
technocratic elite living in ivory towers, domed
cities, underground bunkers, and plush island
retreats ruling over caged neo feudal slaves that
are seen as nothing more than human chattel
resources. Science fiction madness? Or the game
plan written out in white papers and openly
discussed by round table, think tank groups run by
eugenicists for the last hundred years?
public has no idea what is really going on in the
world around them. They donít know about sodium
fluoride in the municipal water supplies. They
donít know about estrogen mimickers in the plastic
containers. They donít know about geo engineering
projects in which heavy metals are sprayed all over
the skies. They donít know about vaccines which
contain mercury. They donít know about flicker
rates on television screens which are designed to
alter brain waves into lower states of
consciousness. They donít know about how fiat
currency is printed by the Federal Reserve. They
donít know about the depleted uranium used by the
military. They donít know about the radiation
contamination from leaking power plants. They donít
know about the collusion of rigged economic
markets. They donít know about who runs the opium
out of Afghanistan and the cocaine out of Central
America and the marijuana out of Mexico. They donít
know about the United Nationsí Agenda 21 program.
They donít know about the quotas CPS agents have.
They donít know about the Sovietization of the
public education system which was implemented
decades ago. They donít know about the genetically
modified organisms that are in the processed foods.
They donít know about detoxification and the bodyís
ability to heal itself from nearly any condition.
They donít know squat.
gets the exact type of government it deserves. The
amount of corruption that a government will be
involved in is the exact amount that the people
allow it to get away with. The amount of tyranny
that a government will enforce is the exact amount
the people will put up with. A private bank that is
able to print the money has more power than a
standing army. These types of paraphrased quotes
have been spoken by men much more intelligent than
me for hundreds of years. If only the ignorant
masses would read a book once in awhile. But, alas,
the zombie hordes of America are doped up on
pharmaceutical drugs and too busy watching soap
operas and sporting events to concern themselves
with a looming police state. Such people wouldnít
know tyranny if it bit them in the ass. Theyíd just
pop a pain killer, roll over and go back to sleep.
Do I sound
bitter? Do I sound angry? Do I sound pissed off?
I would hardly care at all about what other people
do with their lives if it didnít affect me. Call me
selfish. But I happen to have been born into this
system and so I am forced to deal with the
consequences that arise when the general public
lapses into a comatose state. So, since I care
about individual liberty, justice and freedom, I
make it a point to try and wake up those around me.
I do my best to make a positive difference. I
understand fully that Iím swimming against the
stream and fighting an uphill battle. So it goes.
Thatís just my karma. Iím not about to stop now no
matter how hopeless the cause may seem to be at
times. Every once in awhile there is a glimmer of
something positive happening, and that is enough to
fuel my tanks and keep me going.