Devil at the Crossroads

Friends, Patriots, Citizens – lend me your eyes. There is something I need to tell you that you already know, but some truths must be stated again and again lest we forget: We are being programmed by our own techno-industrial system to fail. Who will “save” us? Our puppeteers, of course, with one link in our chains at a time, and we will be forced to thank them again and again, numb to the constant coercion.

Shhh…do you hear that? It is the scoffing academic wasting away in his tower or perhaps it is the soulless industrialist counting away on the board of the Ivory Institution. He does not believe there is anything wrong with the system and that those who dare point out its flaws are mentally ill. Such a stigma has shut many a dissenting mouth. Start screaming.

A few decades ago, when the WASP was still King of the Ivory Tower, the Wanderers hailed free speech and loudly bemoaned the evils of censorship. Now that these Wanderers are the nobility and the clergy of the kingdom the rules have changed. Listen to them wailing over their walls, You with whom we disagree ~ you can not teach here. You whose ideas are not the same as ours ~ you can not speak here. Remove these old books ~ the paper and the ideas therein are far too white, pale, and stale.

But it never stops there. Like the zealots of ages long past ~ those they so self-righteously condemn ~ the Wanderers are absolutely convinced that they are morally right. It is their religion to be right! It is their duty to convince any dissenter that she is wrong. And so, their so-called morality is imposed, deeper and younger with each passing generation. Woe unto you who dare notice for you will be called a fascist, a racist, or labeled some sort of dreaded phobic.

These spineless conformists know not what they do. They think they are social rebels and intellectual mavericks. Putty! They are naught but putty in the system’s dexterous hands, trained to pull others’ strings when theirs are wound too tight. Caught in a mental tourniquet, their souls feel the abuse and so they lash out and abuse in kind. This is the result of enthroning and rewarding weakness. Any society that coddles the weak and entangles the strong deserves to fall to its bloodied knees.

In our hearts, we know this. In our souls we cry out for true nobility, a nobility of spirit that cannot be bought or bribed. We know all men are not created equal and we long for the leadership of our spiritual betters, not the manipulations of our despoilers. If we wish to hear and heed the cry of our souls we must disentangle ourselves from the spinners’ skein where we have been drugged into drowsy illusions of equality.

We must unweave the web of lies and allow the elite of mind, body, and soul to claim their rightful place as history makers even as we depose those who would stand in their way. It is time to chase our false leaders back under the rats hiding under the woodpile where they will wither and waste. This is the crossroads. Will you follow your puppets’ strings or cut them?

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books at