Give to Caesar

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 exiled from this land of plenty, 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 metal 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 Bilderberg meetings, 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, blinking screen after another. We do not have to live this way.

The very idea of money is verging on the absurd. So go ahead, 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! Today’s bankers, politicians, and advertisers manipulate, coerce, and pull our strings this way and that as we scramble after the latest shiny bauble like drugged monkeys in a mad scientist’s cage. Humanity, if you are in a cage it is of your own making. Turn around and walk away.

Blessed are the poor? Maybe, for they are either blissfully ignorant, stubbornly defiant, or wholly innocent. The meek? Cursed are the so-called meek, with their underhanded manipulations and subterranean dealings. These wandering ilk are not meek, just sleek. Let the sun shine in, under the woodpile, under the rats. They are everywhere! Watch them scurry under Lady Liberty’s skirts to scrawl a warm welcome to the worthless of distant shores.

The New Colossus? She would never! No, one such as She would stand firmly, one foot in this world and one in the world to come, where the meek inherit nothing and none but the best are accepted on our shores. If you are huddled, tired, and still muddling over illusions of material wealth you are not good enough for our New Colossus. Blessed are the mighty, the deservedly proud! This is who makes a country great.

This is natural law, nothing more, though such thoughts will be criticized. I will here remind those critics, those pushing guilt down the throats of the gullible: Domination is natural. Conquest is natural. Conflict is natural. While we should never allow ourselves to be controlled by our baser instincts, we should never pretend they do not exist, nor should we apologize for every damn thing ever committed by an ancestor. Some ancestors did more harm than good, while some simply did more as others looked on, incapable of doing much of anything. Such inequality is natural and will never be altered, not even at the point of a gun. Fight nature, and nature will fight back. Nature will win.

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