Should anybody suggest that a one-world federation and compulsory microchip implants are mere intrigues, biblical myths, I would beg to differ. No hope in travelling hither and dither, stuffing one’s face, surrendering to diversion and slumber. Human beings are frail against celestial agencies. Success begins, no less, with humility, which is antithetical to self-righteous creatures who trust in their intellect, and as a collective, linger in a state of perplexity. In performing civic duty, hordes have voted for both measures, slaving for wages to bring them to pass (entrapping a global population is costly).
The concern of commoners rarely goes beyond their personal, compact estate, whereas leaders deal with the globe. Certain followers conclude we start afresh with the appointment of a new president. Yet the national debt alone confirms an unvaried administration since 1929. Observe a two-fold “good cop, bad cop” psychological tactic enabling rulers to separate and thus, vanquish a willing populace.
People will venture into analysis regarding a vocation, purchasing premium items, etc. Regarding civics, however, analysis seems risky, so forged faith progresses. God-given conscience informs of established ways. Fallen creatures, thence, conjure up fallacies such as “evolution” to justify continuing in shame; spend lifetimes dodging responsibility, unyielding. Supporters who review proposed legislation, communicate on record with anointed officials are consistent. Not so concerning the preponderance of believers who loiter on the sidelines. (And militant protesters are public nuisances, deficient in responding to perceived injustices).
Again, conscience relays that certain endeavors are beyond one’s capacity. Revered pride dictates endorsing the epic lie: human beings are self-reliant. Hence, there is solace in “the group.” The enlightened authority, therefore, has only to instill panic, and frightened mobs will coalesce around whatever inane premise the chosen spew forth, and so land inside an accursed circle, exposed before dark eminences. For instance, the mixed multitude bore facemasks subject to feeling. Stark reason proved the ordinance to be absurd. Without considering published materials by specialists or alpha geeks, the truth stuck out a mile. Still, spellbound masses followed the ersatz narrative dictated by the cultured class and dutifully rendered by corporate media. (Tradmed, which commoners resort to, will never denounce the administration for steering a course towards communism. As for the hoi polloi, the saying, “most communists don’t know they are communist” proves unerring).
As a gesture of goodwill, the peers of the realm leverage their grip on wealth. Billions of people have achieved venerable wage-slave status, and therefore, are reliant on those regulating currencies. Consider the millions of people shoved out of their professions for following their conscience—rather than suppressing it—during the Corona crusade.
Blissful juveniles and simple animals take immense pride in performing for their guardians and receiving a reward. A parent/child relationship thrives between governors and the governed, which springs from the neo-caliber of work.
Laboring for money is a superfluous step, a yoke to continued survival, enabling certain entities to wrest control of reserves, making society answerable directly to them. Humankind takes part in relaxation as facilities and recreation proliferate. Machinery, like a tenderizer, makes tough flesh more tender. Hence, the superlative increase of transgression, as dainty souls can no longer persist with the advances of Satan et al. and find themselves overrun by indecorum—the spiritual equivalent of the population surge across the U.S. southern border.
A lavish dinner for Satan and colleagues comprising soft minds, mellow psyches and toasted with sanguine fluid. Trading hardship for simplicity, nature for machinery, humans only hastened their ruin.
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