| End the Poor
by Great Orion Voyager © 2009 thorkorps END THE POOR. The rich create the poor. END THE RICH. Both rich and poor are unnatural unhealthy life out of balance. Return to Nature. Restore Balance. FRATBOYS STOLE YOUR NATION: Immoral insatiably greedy sociopaths are devolving your nation into a banana republic of criminal plutocracy and crony contractor corruption. Dumbing down of public schools and pop culture and news media is an attempt of the Property Class to control the public mind, to render workers illiterate clueless disempowered unquestioning voiceless slaves, barnyard animals able only to mumble clicks and grunts. Workers are superfluous and obsolete dinosaurs from the Industrial Revolution when muscle labor was needed on assembly lines and battlefields. Globalization and technology have rendered billions of people superfluous: Factory labor is outsourced to peasant slaves in China. Teleservices are outsourced to India. Domestic infrastructure is done by robots: Push-button automation for assembly lines, road construction, garbage pickup, dockyard freight loading. Workers are shuffling down sidewalks unemployed, wondering how they can contribute to an economy that so obviously has no use for them whatsoever: Now every worker expects to be downsized at any moment without notice for no reason. Globalization means we will keep getting fired every year, spending half our lives on unemployment checks. At best we are merely tolerated by global corporations for a few months until executives find cheaper labor overseas. Our work is superfluous, meaningless, a complete waste of time. Life is a sick joke to the Worker Class. Millionaire Fratboys get rich from Passive Income and hide in suburban McMansions guarded by private security patrols: Fratboys do no work, do not walk the sidewalk, do not ride the bus, do not send kids to public school, do not go grocery shopping. Every contact with the public is done by House Slaves who do all the work, raise the kids, shop for groceries, cut the lawn, police the property, clean the toilets. Suburban millionaires are isolated from the public like French Aristocrats in the 1780’s: Class Isolation caused the French Revolution and 1790’s Terror. Class Isolation will cause something similar in any nation which has no use whatsoever for the vast majority of its perpetually underemployed citizens. AMERICA IS NOW A CASINO ECONOMY: Winners win unearned fortunes as losers starve. None of this New Wealth is earned, but won through inherited trust funds, tenant rent, stock dividends, CEO pay, crony contractor corruption, insider trading, palimony settlements. Today anyone who works for a living is a Punk Chump Fool. Hard work brings no reward as workers stay dirt poor, while some Golddigger Whore gives a millionaire a blowjob and wins millions sitting by her pool forever. AMERICA IS NOW A NATION OF PRISON-BOUND TRAILER TRASH: Crap culture took over Pop Culture: Bling, sex, vice, pimps, hos, strip clubs, casinos, lotto tickets, crack, meth, outstanding warrants, parole violations. Rude, crude, vulgar, uncouth, antisocial Police State. Everyone born guilty violating parole. Is this America? Are these Americans? O yes indeed: American, all too American. These are not good people. This is not a good generation. America in this Neocon Dark Age is devoid of Grace, Integrity, Intellect, Wisdom. Americans are now just a race of greedy graceless gangsters good only for Nuclear World War III Cannon Fodder. Blow it all to hell. Gotterdammerung. Good Riddance. Public schools crank out illiterate prison-bound teens, tattooed gangbanger trash good for nothing but staring mindlessly at prison bars in overcrowded communal cells, locked out of the American Dream by American Apartheid. Their parents are brutal reminders of what awaits them in the workplace: Miserable single moms stuck in tedious slave jobs in windowless basement cubicles being yelled at by abusive female supervisors. No point doing good in school, no point avoiding drugs or gangs, no point staying healthy if you are fated to a lifetime of tedious wage slavery. W.E.B. Dubois, 1958 "The return from your work must be the satisfaction that work brings you and the world's need of that work. With this, life is heaven, or as close to heaven as you can get. Without this, with work you despise, which bores you, and which the world does not need, this life is hell." POOR FOLK SUCK: Ugly, uneducated, illiterate, obnoxious, obese trailer trash addicted to every vice, blowing smoke, smashing malt liquor bottles, littering your sidewalk with broken glass, cigarette butts, gum, spit, urine. Meth tweakers, glue sniffers, crackheads, junkies, drunks living off your tax dollars. High school dropout teenage drug addicts covered in tattoos and piercings sitting on your sidewalk screaming “Gimme a dollar muthafuka!” Filthy homeless parolees stinking hobo stench, evil tattooed gangbangers, dangerous felons polluting your sidewalks. At Risk Urban Yoof DELIBERATELY look neurotic, covering their bodies in tattoos and piercings, gang colors, baggy pants pulled down to their knees. Shaved head, furled brow, hateful snarl. Proudly advertising to the world they are neurotic, drug-addicted, dangerous, unemployable parolee trailer trash. There is nothing NATURAL about the ghetto gangbanger: This isn’t Rousseau’s Noble Savage. This Graceless Heathen is the direct result of Capitalist Slavery, the most UNNATURAL Social Hierarchy: Disempowered illiterate slaves are happy to play this role Social Hierarchy assigned them: Omega Slave Caste, Sudra Untouchable, lowest of the low, in full costume. Omega plays his role well, the role he was born to play. Poor folk suck: Poor folk treat each other terribly: Crackhead blasts his bass boom stereo past midnight in a crowded apartment building. Neighbor pounds on his door: “Hey turn it down we need our sleep to get up for work!” Crackhead turns it louder, yelling: “Fuk you bish! I no cares bout you bish!” Gangbanger smashes a 40 oz malt liquor bottle on the sidewalk, spits and urinates on bus stop benches, yelling at an old lady waiting for the bus: “What you lookin at bish! I no cares bout you bish!” Obese Mexican in a monster SUV knocks over a pedestrian in a crosswalk, blasts his horn, drives away holding his middle finger out his window, yelling over his shoulder at the injured pedestrian: “Outta my way bish! I no cares bout you bish!” At Risk Urban Yoof run to the back of your bus, pop windows, draw gang symbols in marker on back seats, toss half-eaten fast food and soda onto the floor, spit gum on the floor, shout loud obscenities at each other, take over the back as terrified riders scramble to the front. Lady complains and the obese bus driver dismisses her: “Look lady what you expect me ta do bout it? Dey’s jus how dem folk is!” Everything moves in slow motion in the ghetto: Your bus takes an hour to move five miles because the street is full of drunks and bums shuffling into traffic, obese Mexican women pushing shopping carts at every intersection, people in wheelchairs boarding the handicap ramp at every stop, teenagers trying to ride without paying, arguing with the driver that they had a transfer but lost it. Gridlock traffic full of broken jalopies driven by unemployable wretches. In this traffic you can walk faster than ride. Ahhhh the Good Life: Every aspect of life in the ghetto is soul-crushing, abusive, assaultive. Every interaction full of hatred, disrespect, threats, curses, accusations, self-hate. Unemployable miserable wretches got nuthin but time and never wear a watch. Time is meaningless. Life is cheap. Living in the ghetto among the Superfluous Population you arrive at one nasty conclusion: It is time for Einsatzgruppen Death Squads to CULL THE HERD. Imagine Jeffersonian Democracy: Imagine a nation of landowners, farmers who grow their own food, educated empowered decision-makers who do not report to any boss. IMAGINE FREE, STRONG, EDUCATED, LITERATE, EMPOWERED CITIZENS, STRONG FAMILIES WORKING OUT OF SELF-INTEREST TO FORGE HEALTHY SUSTAINABLE COMMUNITY…. Imagine. Friedrich Nietzsche, TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS, 1888 "Nothing is ugly except the degenerating man. Everything ugly weakens and saddens man. It reminds him of decay, danger, impotence; it deprives him of strength. Wherever man is depressed at all, he senses the proximity of something ugly. His feeling of power, his Will to Power, his courage, his pride, all fall with the ugly and rise with the beautiful. Every suggestion of exhaustion, heaviness, old age, weariness, disease, lack of freedom, the smell of dissolution, all evoke the same reaction: the value judgment Ugly. A hatred is aroused—but whom does man hate then? There can be no doubt: the decline of his type. Here he hates out of the deepest instinct of his species." |