I saw many sheep,
And they were fleeced.
And lo, I was fleeced.
And we all bleated for help
But the oppressor took from us our wool.
No matter how hard I or anyone tried
To regain our fleece, and keep warm
The enemy severely sheered us of all our wool.

Woe to the tyrants who spoil the flock.

Dear,
Herr Schwab

Are you an idiot? Your plan would ruin you, as well as everyone else. It defies all common sense and reason for governance. You CANNOT micromanage everyone. Do you have the knowledge of a farmer? Do you have the knowledge of a smith or carpenter? Do you have the knowledge of a ballet dancer, a painter, an orchastra conductor? Are you a master school teacher? Are you a master rhetorician? Are you a master logician? Are you a master clock maker? Are you a master at making automobiles, jets or even candy for crying out loud?

Your system is so stupid, because you want to micromanage these people. Who, know a whole hell of a lot more about their professions than you do. And without them, you're going to be dirt poor along with the rest of us. C'est La Vie, I thought my dad was just paranoid, and every time I heard him claim this giant conspiracy, I thought he was talking about the dumbest morons who ever lived. 

Lo, you actually exist. I'm telling you right now, it won't work. Dictators from other countries get their stuff from the Free World. Why? Because we're free to make it, and we don't have little weasils dictating what we make and what we don't.

Simply put, people don't need to be playing video games and earning a little stipend every month. People are capable of work, you just got to let them be free to work. If anything, there needs to be less regulation, less infringement on the workers, and more freedom for people to start businesses of their own.

Simply put, I thought my dad's conspiritors were the dumbest people alive. And, yet, you exist. Congradulations, you are the dumbest person to ever live. Period. 

I mean that, sincerely. Your idea wouldn't only ruin me, it'd ruin yourself, when you've successfully wiped out millennia's worth of knowledge by subverting everyone, and making them subservient to a system that CANNOT be omniscient. Despite your best efforst to make it so. You'd lose everything, and end up wasted. You'd be poor and miserable like the people you've subverted. Maybe you'd live well for a little while, but all the wonderful qualiy things---just look around your house at all the things you own, and how many people were involved with making it---would disappear at the drop of a hat. There'd be nothing left. And, if you do wish people to be living in a box with a stipend, that doesn't work either. It makes people violent. People CANNOT live isolated, and shoved into a corner. They must be free. Because if they're not, they're not happy... and if they're not happy, they don't produce quality work. And if they don't produce quality work, you and everyone else suffers for it. Why? Because you can kiss all the nice things you love goodbye, once those workers are subdued by your Global program. You also cannot hope to predict who will have genius at what. It's something best left to individual enterprise. I.E. Capitalism.

Dark Brandon
You are Abaddon.
You are evil.

All was nothing,
And then God created light.
And by light, there was dark,
And they separated.
The light of the universe was day
And the dark of the universe was night.

Then, God said, "Let there be a firmament"
To which, the waters of the Earth's magma
Separated from the waters of outer space.
And God said of the waters of space,
That it was heaven.
And God said of the waters of the Earth,
That it was land.

Then, the LORD gathered the waters from heaven
And brought them to Earth from comets
And asteroids, and gathered the waters
When the Earth cooled, and there began the continents.
And there was the Ocean and the Cooled Earth.

Then, before the stars had formed,
Before the sun had formed,
Before the moon had formed,
The first vestals of herbal life
Appeared in the waters;
And they grew.
They made fruit, and they made grassy algae;
And they covered the earth.

Then, the Sun was formed,
And the Moon was formed,
And the stars had been given birth.
And God patterned the stars
In the pattern of Christ and His story.
So that all would know Who the Messiah was.
For, there is the Triune
The Cross, David with his sling,
Mary giving birth, Goliath slain,
And the Dragon and Elisha's Bear.
The moon and the sun ordained time and season.

And the waters brought forth creatures
And then there came the Dinosaurs.
And the Fowl multiplied upon the Earth.
And they grew, and became mighty.
God blessed them and said, "Be fruitful
"And multiply in the Earth!"

And then God said, "Let the earth bring forth its cattle
And creeping things!" For now, what was in the sea
Had come to the land, and what was on the land
Had come to the sea. And everything had been reversed
In the order of God's creation.
And the creeping things came forth,
The mice scampered, the insects grew small,
The lizards crept forth on the ground.
And God fashioned them after their kinds,
And said, "Be fruitful and multiply."

And then God said, "Let Us
"Make Man in our own image."
So, he made man. And from man
He fashioned woman.
Yet, Man had been created on the first day
Our spiritual souls,
While the flesh world was created six days,
Separating the spirit from the flesh.
And God said, "It is good."

Thus, He rested when His work was finished,
On the seventh day of Creation,
To give us example, and to not overburden ourselves with work.

Confucius seems a man like me, whose only skill is to make keen observations, yet is useless, and often fed by the labor of those around him.

Someone took a pipe bomb
And blew up those damn stones.
Good riddance.
I would have done it myself;
In fact, I had plans to do it.
Those same people censor me
Why not blow their garbage philosophy to hell?

I saw some jeeps driving down the road;
About four of them in a row.
Do you know what I saw?
I saw peace.
I saw the modern Horse and Buggy
And since civilization is so spread out
We need something gas powered to get us around.
There was a sort of peace,
As I rolled up the hill, and down it,
Watching the Amazon Employee
Drive to work in an old Corolla.
I then realized they decided
To decommission about a zillion vehicles
In the "Cash for Clunkers"
Program. Meaning... people won't have
Old Corollas to drive to Amazon.
They'll have new, fancy cars,
If a car at all.
And work, of course, will be for the privileged.
Not for everyone...
Instead of work, you'll be at home,
Making your stipend,
And living off the roach feces
And ant colonies in the spring.

I realized, they censor me.
Why not blow their little plan to hell?
I'd like to see them strung up by their big toes
And whacked like pinatas.
I hope Elon Musk makes a rocket ship
And they all just, blast away,
If they find our little blue sphere a bother.
And on they go, like that Steve Miller Song,
And the world will be rid of a couple of griping
Old billionaire fools, who did nothing good anyway.
Since they like Ayn Rand so much,
John Galt can go to Mars for all I care.
The rest of us will fare without them.
Without their dumb laws and hindrance to our freedom.
It wouldn't solve all the issues...
There'd just be another set of bratty billionaires after them
And they, too, could fuck off when the world got sick of them.
We don't want their feudalism, communism,
Or any of it.
Just make our Stoves and Canned Soups...
We don't need your plans for a "Better World."

In my experience, nobody stops loving themselves. Self love and self respect are two very different things. Self respect stops you from getting a scribble tattoo, and stops you from getting a septum peircing. Self love says, “Go right on ahead.”

He derives his name from Sin, the moon,
He derives his name from Eros, desire,
He derives his name from Athena, pedantry.

The police are coming to your door
To stop you from speaking.
The Femnazis, with their Rainbow Swatsika,
Are responsible for this.

Today you die,
When Yellow Journalism was outlawed.
Poets could not eat from their wisdom
For the common lay had censored.
Facts are engineered for public manipulation.
Do not challenge them, because of offense.
Jesus does not exist---
Do not even mention Him.
“I will make a fact check
“And cite a lie and make it true.
“I will outright lie, and call it fact,
“And make the world believe it.
The Yellow Journalist was sued
For his outlandish claims---
The other Yellow Journalists cried out with joy
Until they no more could speak.

Silence. It is best if you keep silence in this time.
For truth is outlawed, and persuasion a crime.