TBerg
fallen angel who hasn't earned his wings
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Within the decadent West, we have bought into a fundamental lie. We now believe that the ills that plague us came to us by an attack from a foreign agent, but we have not considered whether our own hygiene is the real fault.
As we looked at the problems of our impoverishment, we thought that it was the lack of fertile soil that prevented our growth of nutritious fruit. But we did not consider whether there was righteous light shining upon the plants to give them the energy to use the soil. We fed the plants nitrogen in hopes that it would be put to good use. But the plants withered.
Thus we see how welfare policy destroyed the dignity and the virtue of those on whom it bestowed its cruel blessings. Those for whom the basic definition of livelihood was a welfare check had difficulty seeing a life of their own industry and creation. Without a model of virtue within the household, the boy struggles to find one. The most notable outside hope would be the life of a thug, in which a glimmer of dignity is stolen from the position of misery. But society tells us that the problem lies not within their circumstances, but within som sort of outside force imposing itself onto the community of degenerates.
I am also a degenerate. I can sympathize greatly with the aspiring thug, because I know what it is like to grow up without a strong make role-model. I am also a social retard whose frailty has burdened others in social environments. I went through periods in which I had strong attractions to beautiful men and thought myself actually to be a woman. Society would tell me that my real enemy is anyone telling me my feelings are disordered or wrong, but they have no idea how much the impulse to blame others leaves your own soil without a ray of sunshine.
The soil is replete with trendy fertilizers promising transformation, when in actuality it prompts genetic mutations that cause life-destroying birth defects. As we cannot see even into our own past with the ray of sunshine, how are we supposed to truly reflect on a confused culture that is never satisfied with the future of trendy thing after trendy thing? Wouldn't the simplicity of reproductive virtue be the true meaning of life itself?
Which brings us to conspiracy theories. When we have the basic strength of character to propel us through the most pressing times in our lives, then we will have the fortitude to impose our virtue upon those who rule over us. Our minds are clear, our souls untroubled, and our bodies clean and strong. None can assail either our character or our logic, and so we win by default. Even if we did defeat the conspiracy at the top, who would rule in their stead? Our own degenerate souls? Thus conspiracy theory becomes a scapegoat for our own degeneracy. We thought we defeated the Devil, but we forgot that the Devil tricks not only others, but also our own wretched hearts and minds.
The conspiracy is within you.
As we looked at the problems of our impoverishment, we thought that it was the lack of fertile soil that prevented our growth of nutritious fruit. But we did not consider whether there was righteous light shining upon the plants to give them the energy to use the soil. We fed the plants nitrogen in hopes that it would be put to good use. But the plants withered.
Thus we see how welfare policy destroyed the dignity and the virtue of those on whom it bestowed its cruel blessings. Those for whom the basic definition of livelihood was a welfare check had difficulty seeing a life of their own industry and creation. Without a model of virtue within the household, the boy struggles to find one. The most notable outside hope would be the life of a thug, in which a glimmer of dignity is stolen from the position of misery. But society tells us that the problem lies not within their circumstances, but within som sort of outside force imposing itself onto the community of degenerates.
I am also a degenerate. I can sympathize greatly with the aspiring thug, because I know what it is like to grow up without a strong make role-model. I am also a social retard whose frailty has burdened others in social environments. I went through periods in which I had strong attractions to beautiful men and thought myself actually to be a woman. Society would tell me that my real enemy is anyone telling me my feelings are disordered or wrong, but they have no idea how much the impulse to blame others leaves your own soil without a ray of sunshine.
The soil is replete with trendy fertilizers promising transformation, when in actuality it prompts genetic mutations that cause life-destroying birth defects. As we cannot see even into our own past with the ray of sunshine, how are we supposed to truly reflect on a confused culture that is never satisfied with the future of trendy thing after trendy thing? Wouldn't the simplicity of reproductive virtue be the true meaning of life itself?
Which brings us to conspiracy theories. When we have the basic strength of character to propel us through the most pressing times in our lives, then we will have the fortitude to impose our virtue upon those who rule over us. Our minds are clear, our souls untroubled, and our bodies clean and strong. None can assail either our character or our logic, and so we win by default. Even if we did defeat the conspiracy at the top, who would rule in their stead? Our own degenerate souls? Thus conspiracy theory becomes a scapegoat for our own degeneracy. We thought we defeated the Devil, but we forgot that the Devil tricks not only others, but also our own wretched hearts and minds.
The conspiracy is within you.