Let me go!

You’re taking control, never intending to let it go. How can you even fathom to violate people in such a way? But I suppose when you have guns and tanks at your disposal, you feel like you can do whatever you damn well please.

Pervert. Voyeur. Tyrant. Hypocrite.

You smile at me…you smile at all of us…and expect nothing but our silent obedience. Your wear suits and ties and bleached teeth like you’re appealing to some higher authority. Your false perfection is blinding, and you want it to be that way. You want us to be blind, you want us to be numb so that you can castrate us, render us impotent to resist your damned lies and atrocities.

Well we fight. You come any closer with those scissors and we’ll show you our own fists and our own teeth! We’ll do more than that—we’ll show you that there are many more of us than there are of you. What’s more, we’ll hammer home that wooden stake through your heart and drag you into the sunlight.

Do you think we’re kidding? Do you think you really stand a chance against us? You may have the guns, you may have the power, you may have deceived enough people into believing we are insane…but you cannot fight us.

Not really.

We are more than flesh and blood and minds you hope to bleach with corporate brand chemicals.

We are more than some set of statistics and demographics you study in order to figure out how to sell us the next yarn.

We are an idea…and though you may kill us…you may murder us in body and blood…you cannot kill what we stand for. To do that you have not the power.

And I bet that simple fact eats you alive inside, just like you have eaten this country alive like a cancer…slow and painful so that we did not notice until it was almost too late. You have made your banquet hall out of our repossessed homes and your feasts out of the poor and homeless.

But guess what?

You swallowed your own poison, baby. Some of those cows you were fattening up found out just what the fuck was going on. Those cows grew horns and became bulls, and you’ve tried to tame them. You’ve tried to take them by the horns. You’ve tried to place them in some degrading rodeo show.

But their horns are coming for you. We’ve lined you up in our sights and we’re gonna charge your sorry ass, and you’re not gonna outrun this stampede of change.

These beasts are gonna tear your golden mansions down around your ankles and leave you in the ruin and smoke and death you have set yourself up for. You’re gonna look around at your tattered existence, once an Ivory Tower where we all looked like ants and insects you could crush underfoot, and wonder what the Hell happened.

Well guess what? Those little bugs were termites, and we’ve been chewing down your foundations, which are only plated with gold. Inside the foundations are rotting, and what is rotting must be cut off in hopes that what is left alive will flourish.

We offered to stop. We offered to live and let live.

But you would have none of it. Instead you pointed and laughed and kicked the little slave boy who timidly said “No”…only to find out that slave boy had a larger heart than all of your people combined. That slave boy looked up into your eyes and said

“I won’t forget that…but I’m going to forgive you anyway. Your time has ended. We gave you a chance and you blew it, ass-holes! And now that our time has come, when all slaves will be emancipated and all of your kind throne down from your mountaintops, we will not forget how self-serving and self-righteous you were. We will not forget the empty promises and empty smiles. We will not forget those of us that died for your causes while you slept peacefully every night in your feather beds and silk sheets! Your sin against humanity—indifference, the greatest of all sins—will be accounted for by those you have wronged."

And though we may forgive…

We will never forget.

We will make damn sure your kind is eradicated. In fact, all kind will be eradicated. The truth of this world, that without interdependence and compassion comes death and destruction, will be realized.

There can be no class.

There can be no exploitation.

There can be no hope without change.

Join us if you wish.

Prepare to be sacrificed on your own alter of bones, oil, and money if not.

Choose wisely.

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