A Note From A Friend:
An age of inversion; transgenderism, decadence and you. Such delights to witness, surgically achieved axe wounds to a child's crotch, chemical castration for the purposes of "identity", wild frivolous degeneracy celebrated, oh such wonders to see. You may ask why, how, who? Let us discuss that very thing. So first we must define, what is inversion? A simple principle, to take what is natural, beautiful, normal and defile it. Invert it. Make the beautiful ugly and call the ugliness beautiful, make the innocent corrupt at its heart and call it something pure, take the normal and make the abnormal the new normal. What is this age if not a masquerade of horrors pretending to be beautiful? A mere few decades ago the idea of mutilating a body, let alone a child's was abominable. An act vile. Yet here we sit, you and I, witness to these acts. Tongues lashed, wrists tied, bow down now, witness and savor the misery.
Oh, how slippery the slope is. Do others recall when simply gay marriage was a hot issue? Mayhaps when homosexuality was debated to be allowed in the military? Such entertaining prospects now when we have MAPS, "minor attracted persons" fighting for their rights. How long? Five years? A decade? How long until the laws are made lax? You think me mad? Look back a mere two decades ago at how far we've come and tell me I am, do so. No. No this is where the song goes my friends. A descent, not an end that would allow rebirth, not an ascendency that would peak and fall, no, we travel to an end without and end. A discordant song that will see all taboos, all kindness, all love, all hate, all peace and tranquility stripped, pressed aside and replaced with apathy. Cold, rational machinery of both the spirit and if allowed the body.
But why, why sing such a song, why entice the simple and weak to frolic to such a song? Simple really. Control. Debasement. Ritualistic humiliation. Tell me, what is stronger, a community or an individual? Oh, Hollywood would say the individual can "change the world", make it better. All it takes is one man, one moment to "make things better". A lie. A falsehood. A group is strong, a unifying identity is strong. To know at whose back you fight, to know where to aim your spears. An individual can be remarkable yes but alone he is worthless. So, you divide a people. Break down the communities, render them weak, turn man against woman, child against parent. Then, then your prey becomes easier. You see the weakest of the herd, the outsider, the broken, the worthless and you tell them "it's ok, it's not your fault, it's societies fault". You aggrandize the broken, dividing more while enjoying the fruits of your destruction. The whole is weakened while you, you who seek power with your own group is strengthened.
But resistance yet remains, some remain unbroken, unbowed, what do we do with them. You humiliate them. You debase them more. You sell their children poisonous ideas in their education, confuse about gender and their role in society, you take their innocence and naïve soul and you twist it, turn it against what is right, what is strong. You break them. They in turn break their families. Accept the new identity or be the outsider bigot. Your not a monster are you, to deny a confused six year old hormone pills are you? Would you really tell little Timmy he can't remove his penis? What is wrong with you? This, this is inversion in practice. Debasement. Defilement.
It's funny isn't it though, I mean you think there'd be more outcry than a few limp dicked right wing talking heads yet I see no end to this. Do you? Honeyed words for the fools who believe that one side or the other truly cares. People matter not. It is those in the halls of power who choose, not you, not me. How many a time has either sides politicians been caught doing something disgusting and vile to a child or a woman and somehow escaped justice? How many? How many of these progressively more twisted rulings countless governments enact been rolled back? Illusions of victory may be offered but like the mirages they are, they always disappear.
So, why. Why all this depravity, why all this misery. Come now, I know at least one here who knows, probably already knew without me saying. Control. A demonstration of power. In service to what or who depends on the speaker. Which vile blood god is the flavor of the month, Yahweh, Moloch, Minerva, pick one and run with it. Because, it's not simply to "appease" a god. Not if you believe yourself to be one. Not if you believe you claim ownership over all. Cattle. Pets. Puppets. That all you will ever be, all you can be to those who savor this. And oh, oh they do not want an end. They want the song to go on for this realm is their domain and you, you little person are theirs to toy with. To humiliate. To defile. To break resistance and accept the fate offered. Death, death cannot be allowed for an end means a beginning. Why do you think transhumanism is such an advancing field, the undying death, the endless end. Stagnancy. Stasis. That is the final goal. Call me mad. Call me a fool. See where the dice roll though, witness as I do what comes. The song will not finish. Not until someone makes it.
