Tuesday, February 3, 2015

What the hell am I doing wrong here?

Greetings from occupied territory...

I have no idea what I'm doing here.  The only thing that I'm sure of, is that my wife loves me, and I love her!  I will never leave her again!  The other thing that I'm sure of, is that my cat loves me... he has his moments, but he's a cat; he can be forgiven his shortcomings!  The one thing that I'm sure of here, is that liberals are both closed-minded, and racist.  Ironic, isn't it, especially when you consider how liberals claim they're both open minded, and tolerant!

Oh, how the dark thoughts flow through my troubled mind.  The dark dreams, the visions of the future... the future scares the hell out of me!  Yoda once said: "Always in motion, is the future...", meaning that nothing is set in stone.  Then, why is it, I always see these dark visions of tomorrow? Do you have any idea what it's like to wake up, and dread the day, because the dark visions of tomorrow, are slowly coming to fruition?  How odd, when life imitates art...

My dreams of darkness remind me of a song by Simon and Garfunkel... The Sound of Silence.  Let's interpret the lyrics for a minute, so you'll understand why my visions are so dark...

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.

Here, as I try to rest, and find peace, the darkness envelops me... refusing me my peace.  So, what do I do, I embrace the darkness, and try to understand the why and how of the visions.  
In the visions, I begin to see the darkness, and cold... So, what do I do?  I try to see what's next, and try to understand what's going to happen.  But, the meaning eludes me, because I can't hear what's being said.  I begin to see the mindless masses, moving lips, yet saying nothing.  They're hearing messages, yet they're not listening to the message.  No one bothers to question the message; all acquiesce to the yet unseen messenger!!!  I try to wake people up, and tell them that something is wrong, yet I'm ignored!  The silent masses choose ignorance over knowledge.  They choose the convenience of domination, over freedom! They idolise the messenger as if the messenger were a messiah... Am I the only one awake here?!?!

So, the freedoms that we veterans have sacrificed for, are willingly surrendered by those that have chosen to accept the message.  But, what is the messenger trying to say?  What is the messenger offering, in lieu of freedom?  Ignorance is Strength?  No, it isn't, save for those in power... Freedom is Slavery; only if you're in power, and you convince the masses that they're free, when in reality, you've enslaved them with crushing credit debt.  You've made them indentured servants!  Ultimately, these fools like it!  I'm tired of trying to wake them up...

I'm trying to survive here, but yet again, I'm the victim of bullshit.  When is the war going to start?!?!