my children will live better and more plentiful lives than I. my children will live in calmer times and in merrier houses. my children will live freely under the watchful eye of Liberty. my children will be better, more grateful and kinder, than I.
i study war and philosophy so my sons may study science and law, so their sons may study arts.
ever since the dawn of time we have been wanting to leave the world better for those after us, those that regard such sentiments as “childish “ or “nonsensical” deprive you and themselves of humanity. those that attempt to divide us, oligarchs and tyrants, take pride in depriving others of humanity and joy.
identity politics is the overarching failure of our socioeconomic system; there is no facet of identity that renders a person untouchable, aside from finances. A poor worker may be white, black, asian, hispanic. They may be gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual, any or all or none. They may be of whatsoever gender. They may be making 10,000 per year or 100,000. The parasitic class extract incomprehensible wealth every minute.
There is no Us vs Them in identity politics that matters, its all a distraction.
ultimately, we are most divided by class than nationality, ethnicity, or gender.
There is a singular collective, “Us”, those who work and produce, toilers and proletarians.
There are those who do not, who leech and parasitically extract, who contribute nothing of value to their fellow countrymen and nations, a feudal carryover from the age of empires and serfdom: landlords, media and oil moguls, oligarchs and corrupt politicians.
The, “boot stepping on a human face, forever”.
there is change, as long as there is Us, as long as there is Us there is hope. And there is only Us, today and forever.
History teaches us that violence begets violence; how many people undergo violence everyday? How many go hungry and how many are gunned down by bigoted soldiers? How many are denied coverage of health and security? How many more must die, how much higher must the hubris of men who fancy themselves God reach, until the certainty that is Us renders it incomprehensible?
How much many more times are you willing to get stepped on?
Aren’t you tired of normalcy? Aren’t you tired of pretending?
Isn’t it time the pests were removed at the root?
