We often talk about how things will have to get a lot worse before they get any better, but we never really talk about what that means, or why that is. The short answer is that some of you are being paid for your silence. Paid to stay in line, paid to keep your head down, and your mouth shut. Paid to circle the drain, and cling to the life preservers of others, and you’re so satisfied with your payments, your 30 pieces of silver, you wont bite that hand that feeds until you’re lungs are already full of the muck and mud, the quicksand that is already up to our necks.
And then, of course, when you finally find your voice it wont be a battle cry, it will be a desperate plea for help. You will frantically search for, not brothers to fight side by side with, but for another hand to feed you. That is why it must get worse. It must get worse because everyone has their price and while most people love to spew patriotic platitudes, they don’t really value freedom, you see, it’s far too expensive. They can’t afford integrity, they can’t afford a future for their children.
The truly disgusting thing about these people as they are often the same people who will point to those that stand in welfare lines and imagine that they are better than them. They will sneer and pontificate, they will say to each other in superior tones “look at them, not working for the masters, that is why I have far better trinkets”. Yes, they take their alpha slave trophies very seriously.
Which of the trinkets, that keep you pacified, would you have to lose before you finally decided to be a free man? Everyone has their price, what is your price? Which of the shiny objects would have to lose their shine before you decided to live up to the call of your ancestors? Ancestors whose country has been so ravaged by the neglect of their children and the strangers they have allowed within the gates that for them it would be unrecognizable?
What is your price? What is novelty that keeps you just pacified enough to be angry about the rampant corruption and flourishing evil but not angry enough to act. What entertainment is so amusing that you are aware of the danger but you are too distracted to protect your family from it? What is so goddamned titillating you have chosen not to act?
I honestly want to know, which of these gold stars, certificates servitude, and souvenirs of subjugation have to be smashed before you stand up against the ruling class?
Please, for the love of god, tell me what is your price, because the rest of us, we’re going to have to pay it.