Deadweight

I am of half a mind to burn this motherfucker down as I walk out.

To think this a joke is indicative of the essential problem — we allow people to be bystanders, reaping the benefits of society and none the suffering; conversely, we allow people to bear the suffering and none the benefits.

This we call “justice”.

This I call a joke.

We know this.

Each bystander is complicit in this system. But, to point this out, passionately, is to be “extreme”?

This, too, is a joke.

We know this.

The lot of you mostly stand by waiting on your peers for approval.

Or, some stupid-ass pop-star who could not give a fuck about you…

I sat here and watched such one pathetic individual all year, who had the nerve chastise my choices in line with the CDC, and this has been the cause of each my specific troubles this past year.

The difference between revenge and retribution is often perspective.

Everyone postures enough not to do anything — to make it feel as if they are a part of a movement, something bigger than themselves; but this is only by proxy, simply existing at the same time, pretending as if they are a part of history.

Immersed in your delusions, you scarcely realize your life is but an echo, reverberating across time for a brief lifespan. And then, one day you are dead, never having lived, always having done what you were told — if not for fear of shame, then punishment: essentially, the same.

By virtue of this, your life has no meaning, never will have meaning, because you failed to give it meaning. Many a rumination be entertaining for you all, just as you acknowledge the troubles of the world yet treat them as esoteric.

This is, until the problem becomes your problem; then, you suddenly beg the world to see you as victim — poor you. But alas, where were you for all the others? You are cowards, hiding beneath the radar, until make can you, a story about you.

This is why many of you so casually return to “normal” — you escaped this time; you were able to hide. The greatest mistake of this movement was moderation. It should have burned everything in its path, leaving only ash in its wake.

You think I delight in being counterproductive to my “image”? As heroes of the past know well, someone must. They were hated. Though, I fancy myself no hero. The irony is your heroes would hate you. You entertain this idea that you are on the right side of history — a false narrative.

You are deadweight, anchoring the system in place, by abiding the system; thus, you are the enemy, more than the enemy — for without you, the enemy could not succeed. You are the reason we negotiate between liberation and freedom: 402 years.

And for this, you deserve death.

I speak to convince neither you nor an audience, for in your heart, as you all say, you know the truth — a truth which stands independent whatever delusions you maintain. For struggle whichever way you choose to be offended, it does not matter.

The most you can do is viciously attack my ego, then what? Did you have fun? Did you “conquer” the enemy? Cute.

Again, death is what you deserve.

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