Be Swift to Anger

“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”
- Christina Rossetti

Have we reached the pinnacle of despair as yet – or is there some way to go? Will we even know when we arrive? Or, like lambs to the slaughter, will we stand about until the last shocking moment, unaware of our deluded existence?
We will look to our leaders but they will have long deserted us to our misery. Pledge allegiance to your false gods and you will find out soon enough their true colours are not a shining sun.
We have lost the ability to reason in a world run by psychopaths, who feed us myths and lies from the day we are born to the very end of our chained existence. We start in place, believing we are moving fast. The lie of progress is that it is only an improvement on something that already exists. The telephone has already been invented but with every “improvement” and gimmick, we sit back and declare, “But isn’t progress fine?” There is no revolution in communication – an email is letter without an envelope – but you still have to write it. The stamp is still there, albeit, electronically, your return address is as private as if you had written it on the back of the envelope you now disdain to use.
It is what we have done with these “improvements” that boggles the mind.
A letter no longer frees the mind – we are constricted by our inability to sit still and our brains refuse to read anything longer than 140 words. We have digressed to unsocial platforms – we used to choose our solitude knowing we were not alone. No we live in solitude, thinking we have friends. Our telephones are constructed to bind us to an artificial world – in the past, if you didn’t want to hear the chatter, you could just hang up. Yet now, we have enveloped ourselves in the idea that if we do that, we “might miss something.” How much effort we expend, just to stand still. We refuse to use our words out of fear of mockery.
We censor ourselves -we force ourselves to follow by not wanting to go against the rules. We chide “rule breakers” because we no longer want to stand out from the crowd. A “great thinker” is no longer someone who is original, but one who mouths the same tired ideas to an awed, unthinking public and truly original thoughts are thrown in the dustbin of indignant “virtue.” Those who seek debate are pummelled into the ground by the crowd of tried and tested “opinion.”
The rules we make ourselves follow are the same ones which we ourselves did not write, but morally compel ourselves to follow, although we live in a morally bankrupt world. We must learn again to be our own voice, our own words of truth. We are the many against the few. We can tear down these evoluters of evil and bad ideas. We must learn to stand again for what is right and not pander to what is easy. The time will come when a critical mass is reached and we must then realise our own strength or face a future of permanent misery.
We can show these cretinous rats that far from being the power over us, we can lead them to the burning pyre of their own design and nothing will save them. Their evil fantasies will find fruition on their own selves. Let the spanking machines be rolled out into the streets and pants down, they can stand in line. Only after we realise what really runs us, and how few they really are – can we with any honesty say, “We the people.” Until then, we do have not earned that right to use those words.
Rise up and do not fear what you are refusing to see. It is all around you, the deprivation, the despair and depravity and the anger, a thousand times a day you are convincing yourself that this is “progress” and “advancement” but deep in your heart, you know the totalitarian beasts are wrong. It is all there and the culprits are in plain sight.
We can be better, do better. We are better than what we have been led to believe we are.
Go back to what is real, abandon the trickery that has been stuffed down our throats for a lifetime. See past the false reality and finally see what is really there.
You can be angry – hold it and let yourself go.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Dylan Thomas


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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2 thoughts on “Be Swift to Anger

  1. Atomisation. It’s probably the word of the century. I can’t tell you how often I think along the lines you’ve written. But as it goes, the lone wolf is easy to brand a psychopath. The power is in the pack. I hope I live long enough to see the grassroots actually put down roots, real ones, that put globalism in it’s place.

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  2. None of us will live long enough unfortunately to see the manipulators of our existence brought to justice, but with enough minds opened we could
    reject their falsehoods. We need to get to the point where “what if there was a war and no one came?” But that will only happen when people actually start to think for themselves.

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