Writings

Sweet Dreams  

The TV plays its regularly scheduled programming. 

“Hi there! Do you ever feel powerless?! Lacking confidence?! Unfit?! Missing color?! Or just bored with everything?! Well, we have some good news for YOU! For all that can be fixed with our new book, that can turn anyone’s life into something meaningful! 

“Introducinggggggg….MAKE A SLAVE!!!!!!!!! Turn anyone, and we mean anyone into the slave of your choosing! NOW. You may be asking yourself...Is that possible? Legal? Or even morally right? Well, if you’re asking those questions, Congratulations! You’re already a slave! Hooooorrrrrraaaaayyyyyy! But if not, let’s show you how it's done.

STEP 1: GET THAT MONEY! 

Easiest of the steps, can be done in numerous ways. Like, increasing the taxes of the poor! Hiding money in banks! Tricking others in donations! “Borrowing” from countries' budgets! Scaring people for shit or just simply asking for small loans of millions of dollars!

STEP 2: PLANT THEM SEEDS! 

 Another easy step! Take that money and buy everything that is media! News Broadcasts! Sports Networks! Cheesy Sitcoms! Cartoons! Newspapers! Radio! Websites! Music Stations! Social Networks! Anything that people look to for knowledge, since they don’t know who to think for themselves!

STEP 3: MONKEY SEE! 

Nowwwwww……..Brainwash them!…..Oops! Can we cut that out? It's ok? You sure? Ok!....Brainwash them!!!!

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Sorry Grandma

People say the world is ending, when is it not?  And why should we care? It's not as if we can do anything about it. I mean, earlier, when walking to the bus stop, I saw bodies lying on the ground and around every busy street. But they were ignored because they had signs saying,

“If you love Jesus, give us bread to eat”.

That’s commonplace in this world, like how we fight off rodents who try to sneak into our houses. As their homes, the trees, burn alive. Only to be washed down with acid rain, thanks to the meat we eat and the tanks that kill in the name of freedom.  People think it's from the gases in the planes. That’s what the media says, never with lips, only through puppets.

I mean politicians.

Figureheads, in all honesty, the real rulers of the world will forever be nameless.

But They exist.

Their only role is to make politicians give the same old instructions to vote, echoing through a box people once called a radio.

Then, a TV.

Now, a phone.

There’s always some new device that probes our brains and blinds our eyes. But plants the seed in the common man who screams and cries, that some other common man is the reason why.

Strangers talk next to me as I sit on the public bench. People say groceries are too expensive and jobs no longer exist. That they are being taken by aliens and illegal immigrants. And to get rid of them, changes must be made. They laugh, but I see the trickle-down effect, and we’re already in the process.

Money is no longer real, just digits backed by a code, etched onto a skin tone from birth.  Food is plastic; people become what they eat. Water is toxic; the clean version costs extra. It's cool to be gay, but don't be a drag. Hospitals are run by insurance companies, and we’re told vaccines make people autistic or disabled. Only war does that, ask the veterans. They sleep in abandoned properties, even though it feels like there are more buildings than people. Millionaires rob and have sex with one another and call it favors. Billionaires donate to each other and call it taxes. Trillionaires exist, but why would they tell us? Not when there are aliens, illegal immigrants, and a bunch of scared people.

Well, not all of us are scared.

There was someone who actually wanted to fight back and save the world through a movement she named E.L.I.  To educate the masses, liberate communities, and infiltrate all that needed to change. And to make a world where we’re all cared for the same. As she knew, the powerful only stay powerful when everyone is separate and afraid. But, I’m sorry to say, Grandma ReRe, it's been ten years since I’ve killed you.

And now no one wants to give any bread for Jesus.