The kids are boiling alive in their own skin, see, crammed into roach-shit apartments and beat up vans down by the river, with nothing but a six-pack of warm regret and a view of the goddamn dumpster fire this place has become; no fat bank accounts whispering lies, no shiny future dangling like a carrot they'll never reach, no warm body beside 'em in the cold sheets except maybe the ghost of last night's cheap buzz. They stare at screens showing palaces built on their bones, while down the street, their friends, their people, get chewed up and spat out by the silk-suited jackals running the meat grinder – trafficked, used, discarded like greasy napkins. And the punchline? The same fat cats slopping at the trough want these hollowed-out kids to pick up a rifle, stand on some foreign dirt, and bleed out screaming for the privilege of defending this? And all the while old men do nothing but argue about how their world is gone and how unhappy that makes them. All the while the high priests, the educated elite, preach more, more, more, we just need to buy in more, fuck them kids. This stinking, rigged human devouring carnival where the only prize left is an early grave? Rushed into preferably at your own hand. Yeah, the rage ain't just building, pal. It's a goddamn pressure cooker rattling on a busted stove, smelling like cordite and stale beer, waiting for the lid to blow sky-high and scorch the whole rotten mess down to cinders. Why the fuck would the young fight for a system would rather rape than protect them? That ain’t a society, a civilization, that’s nothing but slavery. The young, they got nothing to lose but the chains, two trillion in student loans debts they'll never earn on shit education, and the chains are starting to chafe real bad. They're being asked to die for the right to starve politely. Screw that. The only thing worth defending with their blood is the chance to spit in the eye of the whole damned, dying beast. Revolution’s coming, the moment the young realize that to save their own, power must be taken, through force. Or the old will continue to argue and do nothing while even more kids are sold at the block as sex slaves to keep those markets high and pensions paid.
Tommy Carrigan in this short clip from his longer conversation, very much stated the reality of the younger generations. A reality I hear not a one of the older pundits even remotely talking about, and when it comes up, they brush it aside as if it’s a small matter. But it isn’t. It is THE MATTER. Everyone’s talking about immigration, about markets, about elections, godlike tech, or fucking manmade weather. Everything but the the reality that the young are being preyed upon and the old are doing fuck all about it. Yes, there are efforts to counter trafficking, and I know some who are in this space. May all the old gods bless and support them in these efforts. All the while nothing is being done about those of power who have been and are on the receiving end of this trafficking, the ones trafficked to, the ones enslaving all and driving the world to nuclear war. If you can’t and don’t protect the young, the young will get to a point where they will no longer protect you, the aging and old, nor your regime which is also rapidly crumbling and will without the full buy in from the young. Not only will the young no longer buy in. Not only will they not protect you. Soon, if we continue just but a little more on this path, they’ll burn you out of your comfortable lives for sport.
Make no mistake, we’re rapidly approaching the let them eat cake moment of our time!
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