Our nation and our rights are being pulled from under our feet. Where is the resistance? It is nigh invisible, for our puppet masters have tethered us to nigh invisible strings made up of gradual, inching changes, psychological but silent warfare, and the glazed over control of a technocracy without a name. Invisible, of course, does NOT equate to nonexistent. There is a resistance, and they are often the rebels, outlaws, outcasts, and loners; those whose name appears on no impressive deeds, those whose hands are worn and gnarled, those who smell like oil or smoke, maybe those carrying this or that stigma of mental illness. In a world gone mad, are these not our sanest citizens? I want to know.
I also want to know what it takes to have a so-called normal life in this twisted society. One must surely sell one’s self, body and soul, to even have a decent home. Either you sell your body to the man whose name is already on the mortgage, or you sell your soul to the bank and the corporation that pays you to give up your life and work day after endless day in order to qualify for a home you are never in. Is this success? Is this freedom?
None of us will truly be free until the money changers are driven from our midst. Those who presume to buy and sell their fellow man should be the outcasts, their tables overturned as they are driven from all of our temples. But they alone do not bear the blame, for they have only turned our greed into slavery as we willfully tethered ourselves to conspicuous consumption and boasted about our shining chains, base metals turned into gold by the money changers’ dark arts.
Their alchemy is practiced in the shrouded catacombs of the Federal Reserve and the Bank of International Settlements, at the fine banquet halls of the Council on Foreign Relations and the Bilderbergs, deep in the crypts of the Internal Revenue Service and the back rooms of Wall Street. Our brains are washed by Madison Avenue string pullers and our wallets are drained by one lulling screen after another. We do not have to live this way.
Sure, give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, every corrupted nickel and dime. Throw at his feet the counterfeit currency that has enslaved us all and be done with it! Usurers be damned! They manipulate, coerce, and pull our strings this way and that as we scurry after the latest shiny bauble like drugged rats in a mad scientist’s cage. Humanity, if you are in a cage it is of your own making. Turn around and walk away. It can be done.
One simple act, or even lifestyle, of resistance in which we can all participate is that of our financial vote. We cast a ballot for something every time we spend a dollar. Who or what did you vote for today? Did you, like so many, stop at Starbucks on your way to work? Is your commute longer than it should be? Are you reading this on company time because your job is essentially meaningless? If any of these questions has a YES answer, make a simple change. It can be done. Not a single one of us is obligated in any way to support the techno-industrial monster our society has become. Make a simple change today, and another tomorrow, and the next day, and on and on until the bloated, arrogant beast that is modernity starves.