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Mine Enemy Grows Older

Their infernal machine, the massmind, lops and trims the green upstarts, the single emerald sprouts, the high stalk topped with the blue cornflower; lops it all down to the level of their dull brown massmind. Down there in the dull damp, down among the dead men, their massmind festers and they love to inhale the musk of its decay.

Their minds are the godless grave of words muttered by Mao, harangues by Hitler that were gargled by Goebbels, and limned by Lenin from which no life or liberty can ever hope for escape and resurrection.

Their secular “green” religion has its bad rap but no hymns.

Their “progressive” policies eviscerate all prayers.

Their fantasy of a “fairer world” will become their grandchildren’s small and shrunken lives on a nightmare planet where all men, finally equalized, will live like dung beetles on the desolate wastes of what once was.

They persist in seeking,  in their death-in-life existence, only the freedom of an approved and “assisted” suicide as their reward.

They call themselves “progressives” and flatter themselves that their thoughts and actions are “revolutionary” when they are as reactionary as any lynch mob that can be remembered from history.

They chain themselves deep in the pit of let’s pretend, and celebrate their servitude by bending heaven and earth to get you down in the hole that they’re in.

They believe that the individual should become one with the massmind and that the massmind should worship its apotheosis; that single one who best reflects their ossified visions on which the anointing oil has long since dried to a brown crust of thought.

They are the monarchists of the masses. They seek a state in which the head that wears the crown may change but where the crown itself grows forever larger.

What happened to all those who, in my youth, marched and sang for “freedom?”

How did they become so old, so hidebound, so shriveled, so stuck in the past?

When did they become so mired in “Imagine?” How, from once striving so hard against colonialism in all its guises, did they allow their minds to become so utterly colonized by a matted massmind stuffed full of dim and discredited notions?

They no longer “rage against the machine.” They are the machine.

“Drive them fast to their tomb.”

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  • Richard July 6, 2019, 8:25 AM

    They no longer “rage against the machine.” They are the machine.++++++
    Brother, ain’t that the ever-lovin’ truth. And to my way of thinking no one is more emblematic of that than William Ayers. An asswipe that maybe, MAYBE, should be being released from prison today. (No, the hell with that. He should’ve rotted in prison.) But, who instead, found security and a lucrative professorship at the University of Illinois at Chicago, where he contaminated the minds of young skulls full of mush. No end to the irony of this piece of shit receiving a very comfortable tax payer funded retirement provided by a society he was committed to destroying.

  • Skorpion July 6, 2019, 9:40 AM

    To slightly paraphrase Churchill:
    Any man who isn’t a radical at 20, has no heart.
    Any man who’s a radical at 40, has no head.
    Any many who’s *still* a radical at 60, has *neither*.

    Or my own take:
    The only thing sadder than a young conservative, is an old leftist.

  • James ONeil July 6, 2019, 11:48 AM

    To paraphrase Pogo, ‘they have seen the enemy and it is US.’

  • Snakepit Kansas July 6, 2019, 5:01 PM

    I’m curious. What do you find sad about a young conservative?

  • Skorpion July 6, 2019, 5:59 PM

    SK: The ones I’ve known have been passive, uptight dullards. I think youth is a time to be foolish and idealistic; conservatism is the product of time, perspective, wisdom, and disillusionment that comes with age.

  • ghostsniper July 6, 2019, 7:23 PM

    Lie Long Losers

    Cut the stolen money and they’ll all be dead in days.

  • Nori July 6, 2019, 10:41 PM

    People with LASIK vision unable to see what is right there.
    “Deep in the pit of let’s pretend.”

    Will they go fast to that tomb? With that vast,unimaginable stolen wealth? Stairway to a Heaven none of them believe in?
    We’re watching in real time as it happens.

  • mark July 7, 2019, 2:46 PM

    I still read Alexander King and he’s still funny!

  • Rich Fader July 8, 2019, 8:25 AM

    I’ve noted before re: RATM that nothing says fighting The Man quite like spending your entire career working for Sony.