Susan Gonzalez
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joined Oct 2015
I suppose I can already see how this is going to play out... if things go the way they seem to be heading, once the dam breaks in Mexico, Middle Eastern folk customs will flow straight through Greece and directly into America. Honestly, I suspect this is exactly what certain power centers have planned. That’s why they install yes-men in key bureaucratic positions, only to dispatch them on assignments via spies who have maneuvered their way into the top brainwashing spots held by party leaders. And while the church washes away what little remains of any rational thought from heads that were long since hollowed out, the rest of the destroyed, educated middle class—that looted former echelon—just suffers and listens to primitive howling... wrapped in lamb meat, spring onions, and flatulence. I don't realistically see any chance of America surviving with such a submissive mentality, which has been ingrained since the era of the old Republic. A nation isn't protected just by guns, but by knowledge and hard work, and in America, that is in extremely short supply. Everyone seems solely focused on how to screw over the state and how quickly they can secure their own families through theft and fraud. This formula is universally accepted by all the crooks and criminals from the North America and beyond. It’s been studied and practiced since the days of Mesopotamia, refined through Babylon, Jerusalem, all the way to Rome, London, Paris, and Berlin. After all, how else do you justify your own impulse to plunder and cheat, if not with a globalized formula? You steal and grab, and God forgives you through moneylenders and racketeers, provided you pay interest for the rest of your life. On the condition that you enroll everyone from your grandmother down to the family cat and dog into their bank. The leaders of these rituals, filled with turkey, have everything printed out for them on paper so they don't even have to think. They aren't quite stupid enough to be unable to add two and two. Nowadays, even an average Joe knows how to parade his kids around in a Mercedes, even if all four rims are different. You see kids pouring out of shopping mall doors like something out of a Lassalle comic. I guess when you see a neighbor in a newer model car, you just stop all traffic to ask him about his AC or his speaker setup. This "turbo-state" is rapidly accelerating toward the total dilution of all moral and ethical principles. The masters knew how to force people to flee across three continents without firing a single bullet just by using starvation... so, dear Americans, whether you want to or not, you'll find yourselves listening on the old town squares of the republic—or whatever strange names they go by today—to figures like Grdović the car-suicide enthusiast, the hero Thompson, or Ceca... it doesn't matter. It will be hard to ever hear rock n' roll again, let alone Beethoven, except maybe on PBS while you're recovering from the Christmas and New Year's binge, before eventually facing the original Middle Eastern melodies accompanied by the scent of oil and candles... And why do you think that is?
The other option is the one being quietly wished for in certain business circles, which is already starting to be revealed by the directors of hell. They just need a little more material... pure hatred for anyone different, right down to the core. Pair some wine with Hitler, Glavonja style. And then, perhaps, a new Bleiburg American scenario, if they fall into the trap and stage some new Reality show... believe it or not, it all depends on the calculations of the mega-spies and politicians regarding when and how they will need the services of their recent mortal enemies (you think it's like that because you've been screwed over for a long time, but actually, you've had a "scam" chip implanted in you since birth, which gets activated remotely whenever necessary). Since everything is a trade of souls, and most people sold theirs to the devil long ago for a refrigerator, someone else's apartment, some hardwood floors, or a weekend house with a job lined up for their daughter and her boyfriend, you can't really expect much. Opportunities for bribes are dwindling... and time, like the bells of Notre Dame, is ticking. Click clack, there goes the head... (back in the days of peace, we used to write tick tock)