Moral Armor will be read in a way that makes the videos easy to navigate by subject, so some will be longer, some shorter, whatever makes sense as IÂ go. The book has a mix of philosophy, psychology, and picturesque projections as examples, which are natural to a reader, but seem a little odd in spoken form. No big deal, but I’ll do my best to make it flow.
As I get more comfortable, there will be more commentary in the videos in addition to the text itself. Here is the first installment. Enjoy!
“Sometimes, something so bad happens, the soul can’t rest.” —The Crow
There is no need to be afraid. This image of dark vengeance is startling, I know. Pursuers tend to assume traits of the pursued. In a battle against open evil, this is the form which the good must take. You have seen me before, in the desperate need for a guardian—one who should have been there. I watched the betrayal you felt when no one came to rescue your innocence. I saw your tortured, valiant effort to understand what they had made of this world and why; so I left to discover the answer. I will not bring you harm. This hostile, vibrant force is protective; look closely: yes, that’s right; strength, certainty and amusement; a portal to the world you expected this one to be. What did you think would be on the other side? I have returned, to pull you out and take you there. We are to be the victims of the soulless, no longer. Battered? Bruised? I know. But I’m back now, and it’s going to be alright. Where was I?
It began as a wonderful dream. We met, exhilarated, living eyes full of hope, of love, of fantasies for our future. Intoxicated by the mystery of each other, so pure, so faithful, so devoted. All lies. The site of a plane crash; the decimation of my heart; shattered… blackened… transformed. Now I lay quietly, undetected, viewing the evil without a spiritual pulse of my own; detached, incorruptible, intransigent. No more values to seek or to lose; the perfect camouflage. The time for fear has passed. I look with steady, all-seeing eyes, upon that which has torn away my most precious possession. I vow to hold down my pain and last long enough to warn the others—my dying wish: to see those who still have a chance, lifted safely out of their reach.
Every day without her—my life’s pinnacle, worked for, bled for, reached and discarded as an unspeakable fraud, is another day spent in front of a firing squad. The same feelings day after day; the stillness, the grim finality I chose, is better than the long, drawn out murder I was to suffer at her hands. Resurrection? One day; but I can’t think of that now. With death, there is peace. Peace enough to do what I have to do. It was the last straw in a lifetime of unjustifiable inflictions; the last sanctioned violation. I’d had enough. The plague must be eradicated once and for all, no matter the cost. She drained me; not taking my life, but taking my will to live. Which is worse? Years of philosophical study could not shield me from what happened. Was it supposed to?…I don’t know. But now, I have grown strong enough to shield what I sanction, and to blast the whole structure of evil, back into the dark ages. Then maybe, I can return to what I once was; maybe. Sometimes, when the fire of your will has gone out and your passion has been consumed, just knowing what killed you is enough.
Our Plague. Through every hurtful deception of others, every limitation, every act of cowardice, every evasive reaction, a voice inside you has said, “Don’t turn away! Look at the treason; remember it.” You knew these evils were all connected somehow; that there was a principle outside of your range, left to future discovery. The time has come. We met for the first time, through the courage of that voice. Justice is what stepped through the shadows of the background, and now it has taken form. I have identified what no one has had the stomach for, and have returned with the defense from all the pain and hardships imposed on us that we never should’ve had to endure. Now there is a path cut to leave the anguish behind; a road to higher ground, but first we must return to the origin of the conflict and create a bridge to this new world.
For centuries, the world has suffered from a glaring yet elusive plague, which has kept men cowering in uncertainty, gun-shy in contemplation of every moral step. It has kept men from gaining their rightful pride and spiritual freedom, and from living their lives to the fullest. It has kept parents from handing down the most valuable traits they could give to their children, allowing their lives to flow smoothly and their relationships to be sound in turn. It has kept men from validating their own judgment, and left them open to any atrocity. It is responsible for erecting a wall of stress between their productivity and the enjoyment which that effort deserves. It is responsible for all of the heartache suffered by mankind, and has led to every disloyalty at the hands of its devotees. It has been a plague of moral confusion. There has been a very specific victim all along, within you and outside of you; and a very specific predator, within you and outside of you. The worst premises have been feeding their fear by riding and torturing the best through an inverted moral code, where the good is the evil and the evil is the good; a weapon most people have never conceived of or thought to question.
Morality, the crucial life or death, brother against brother, walk on eggshells issue—has always been the ultimate taboo subject. Since my earliest capacity to identify good and bad, I’ve watched in pathetic amusement the senseless, contradictory actions of my elders. It seemed so straight forward to make judgments and act accordingly, that I couldn’t understand how moral issues could divide everyone into their hurt, indignant sides of foggy uncertainty and stubborn evasion. I believed that reality was real. From my earliest encounter with others to present day, I have watched most act as if it wasn’t. Siblings sponged, connived and tortured as a means to deal with existence, and there was nothing they would not sacrifice to keep their illusions intact. We were taught that judging one’s character and beliefs was to be avoided at all costs. The grown-ups around me were all so tangled in lies, reproaches and cowardice that their range of thought was barely able to project into the next day, and twenty-five years later, they have come no further.
Uncomfortable with my pursuit of knowledge and higher clarity on any subject, adults discouraged it with, “Who are you to know?” Curiosity about their self-destructive behavior was deflected with “Who are you to judge?” Their relationship advice was, “Don’t ever talk about anything meaningful” (and discover whether you are compatible). As my understanding grew, their malice towards me grew. I was engaged in the forbidden; I was looking. Unable to comprehend their motives, I lived in moral confusion, suffering at the hands of subhuman beings for my willingness to see, to think, to judge and to act. It was almost as if my guardians believed that honesty was profane and lying was virtuous; that weakness and incompetence deserved affection while strength and ability deserved contempt; that awareness was destructive and blindness was kind. As a child, I looked up and saw that everything was backwards! Their teachings seemed to say that whatever gave me exhilaration for living was somehow wrong; and yet how could I renounce my sight, my hearing, my mind and body, and continue to enjoy life? By what means and through what senses would I then seek fulfillment? If comprehension, if seeing the truth, if deeply breathing the cool, fresh air into my proud, strong, able young body, boundlessly pursuing all the wonderful discoveries of existence, was evil, then why should men wish to live at all?
I never doubted myself; I thought they were idiots. They made all of life an unrewarding hell, until I discovered just what drove them. If moral judgment was to be interpreted and applied by men, then they interpreted it wrong, like every other primitive and dysfunctional aspect of their lives. The fault did not originate with their Bible per say; they simply tailored their moral view to cover their own fraud, while the productive were quiet on the subject. Before learning deception as children, all of us could see the source of hostility, of cowardice or of phoniness. If it began and ended in one individual, we knew it. Innocence is not stupidity. Lack of experience is not incompetence. We knew when we were hearing lies. We always did. It was their folly and its miserable result that I chose to renounce. I held my potency in reserve, longing for the day when the power to determine my course would match the power I felt while observing my world.
I’ve always had a special relationship with existence; a feeling that others didn’t share. I was at home on Earth, glad to be alive, where the emotional response of others was to cope. The elements of nature were there to serve me; to be commanded by my direction, while others reacted as if some unknown beast was about to devour them. I would watch the same mistakes of my elders being made by the fear-ridden of my generation, and laugh; I’m not sure just when I began to consider it dangerous. With life experience and budding philosophical clarity, my contemptuous humor towards such self-abasing cowardice descended into a long, dark period of indignation, and then a fear of my own. The insanity was extrapolated deeply into business and world affairs; it marred everything in its path. I couldn’t escape its influence and still couldn’t believe that anyone took it seriously.
Operating so clean and efficient, I was eager to share my glorious road of achievement with others and longed for our worlds to merge. But in relationships as well as in business, I kept suffering that code’s painful betrayals. Instead of the elegant atmosphere I expected, business was like an even more profane and immature high school. My most profitable ideas and efforts were scoffed at, and then stolen. Competence took a back seat to age, seniority or cliques. With friends and lovers, I was abandoned for being too successful, or I was used. They would not expand their concern outside of the inconsequential, and they ignored everything I needed acknowledgment for. Explaining to family a facet of industry unseen by my competitors, the response I would hear was, “But are you eating enough?” There was a whole level of my life I needed to share, and no one to listen. No one to understand. I felt like a freak because I was unable to erase this feeling: the feeling that life is a quest; a quest of the most crucial importance, allowing no primary time or consideration for the details. But my reward in any attempt to convey this was always a blank stare, and then something like, “Have you called your grandmother?” I could not bring my mind back to that level.
I could not reverse the priorities of my consciousness, and it took years to conceive of our fundamental incompatibility. I would meet a woman and have a similar emotional response to what I felt about my work; that our relationship was something epic, to be knelt before and carried out with reverence; a shrine of magnificence for us to build. I could see the beauty of our bodies and the beauty of the world together. I could feel the awesome power of life as almost audible, but it would be sunk with her complete reversal of claimed intentions. Fear drove everyone to wear masks; no one was what they portrayed. It began to ruin my enjoyment of life; time was being lost and it just wasn’t funny anymore. I saw irrationality in every direction; my head wanted to explode, and I could sense that it was all tied together somehow.
I refused to give up. As my wealth and ability grew, so did my distance to others; not by my choice, but by theirs. I could not understand their discontent, and little by little, I lost everyone. Heartbroken, I couldn’t see what I was doing wrong. I worked so hard; much harder than they did. Wasn’t I good enough? It was incomprehensible to me that they could be responding with hatred toward the things I did well, but they were. Entranced with my style of living yet locked in social dysfunction, I stepped out. I stayed the intellectual course, trying to understand. I was sure that when I did, I would discover or create a world to match my ideals; my true homeland. I had glimpsed that world from time to time, as my means of its attainment grew more consistent. I could see it coming. Yet so ingrained was my tolerance of evil, that I had to be taken down in one final conflict before I accepted the truth. When I resurfaced, I found as in a rite of passage, that a shimmering, glistening, living morality awaited me. I finally stepped out of their reach. The rewards were clear and forever mine, but the evil was still there, and the war had just begun.
The one thing that’s hard to do is set aside time to read. And I have to admit, Moral Armor is a bit of a bear. It’s a long book, which is why I went through consolidation works such as A Bridge Between Us All and Sovereignty, seeking to bring these breakthroughs to mankind in more concise ways.
But the most thorough document remains Moral Armor, and we just happen to have the perfect medium available to disseminate it by topic:Â Youtube. I’ll have them set up in a playlist so you don’t have to hunt for the next segment. Given the censorship developments at Google (who owns Youtube), I’m uploading Moral Armor to the video site Daily Motion as well.
This process will take some time. Right now, I calculate three months to completion. It will be approximately 24 hours of video, in segments from 5 to 15 minutes;Â not a small task. This in part is an exercise to get me used to shooting videos, which I plan to expand to a myriad of topics–many controversial–such as those discussed in The Care and Feeding of Freedom.
Here is the first video, an intro to Moral Armor.
I zap about twice a week to get rid of anything I may have picked up: viruses, bacteria, worms, you name it. Five minutes and they’re all dead (see Hulda Clark’s The Cure for All Diseases for details). Go to Site
Wow, finally a strong woman is standing up for men. I watched myself get steamrolled in kiddie court time and time again, facing a staff that was 95% female, and was still expecting a fair shake. I endured so much; and other men are faring no better. Time for change.
Terrific book on vaccine studies conducted over the last twenty years. The difference between what we’re told in the media and what is really going on is astounding, and deplorable. Wall Street doctors need to be sent packing.
Whistleblowers and the Anonymous Destruction of Evil
“In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.”
–Mark Twain
We studied whistleblowers in my Master’s program. While most observers agreed with them and wanted the truth, the whistleblower did not fare well personally. First of all, they would be fired, and would struggle just to survive after that. Prospective employers were paranoid, fearing that this individual would be looking for something wrong in his or her organization to expose. They were abandoned: coworkers and other industry professionals who had worked hard for their educations, careers, homes, and families didn’t want to risk it all by association. Even the whistleblower’s family wanted them to play it safe. In most cases, being a whistleblower damaged their lives.
It takes great courage to live by principles rather than by social expediency; you stick your neck out. It takes the same courage to align with someone who has. Most are only comfortable with taking a stand when they see the crowd shifting toward the whistleblower; then they can shuffle over in support and not be singled out. It is basic herd mentality (safe in the herd). The thieving rich know this social mindset intimately. Propaganda is all about controlling mass opinion and mass conduct; that is why controlling the dissemination of news and information is so important; shaping general consensus steers the sheep. We can only act on the information they permit us to have. That is not freedom. If you are afraid—and you have good reason to be—act anonymously, but act. When the people see things getting worse and become convinced a new direction is needed, how quickly the tide can change. But for that to come about, we need leaks. Leaks they can’t control. So many leaks, their ship sinks.
“One man with courage is a majority” –Thomas Jefferson
We need ways for The People to regain power and potency; to not be at risk for investigating and exposing high profile crimes. Further, we need to develop a culture of shrill intolerance for those abusing their positions. Here are a few ideas: Set your career in one field. Choose a crusade in another. Keep these lives separate if possible. Perhaps you can cross-pollinate: speak for another whistleblower or investigative group while you provide expertise to them on corruption in your field. Multiple issues can get addressed while everyone contributes with minimal career and life repercussions.
Carry a gun to protect yourself from the mercenaries hired by the corrupt rich. If your bright future involves cancer research or anything that could have a life-changing impact on the world—especially in billion and trillion dollar industries—you will be a target of the world’s worst who are trying to dominate that market and keep the money flowing. Watch your six and shoot back.
We lose American soldiers every day; patriots who give their lives for this great country; for what we believe it to be, for what it was…how can we shrink from our responsibility to assure it remains what it can and ought to be? It has come to the point where our lives are precarious, our careers are unstable; we can’t plan long range. We can’t enjoy the present when we are so worried about the future. We have to risk what we consider our safety in not rocking the boat, because they have already taken our peace of mind.
What would life look like if America turned socialist? In a socialist economy, you don’t peruse a coffee isle with many brands to choose from; you get a paper sack of dirt and beans with COFFEE written on the side, if at all; and all other products are of the same stale, no-brand quality. Everything is rationed, proportionate to party status. Instead of vast supermarkets and countless choices, there is coffee day, bread day, fish day, lard day, and each time you stand in line for hours—rain, sleet, or snow. Every few weeks the quality drops—the meat more rancid, the lard more spoiled, the bread more stale—and your family’s health is deteriorating along with it.
Everything you own is now the property of the State. Soon there is a family living in your basement; then another taking half your home. Then you will be permitted one room, then one corner of the room. Can you complain? Don’t dare: they own thought, too. Independent judgment and freedom were American attributes and free trade capitalism was its outgrowth, all thrown away with the bathwater. Now, such an approach to life is banned. As the Bush family motto implies, “Support us or you are the enemy.” Do you imagine your head still held high in sacrifice for the great communal ideal?
We hear about the drunken parties of those in good standing; we see their red cheeks and healthy skin, while we’re all bones and dark circles. We watch our energy being recklessly consumed, whose replenishing consists of a whip on our backs. Express a complaint, let anything slip, and you’re dead.
Imagine walking down the street with no right to the contents of your pockets, with even your smallest day-to-day preparations and simplest conveniences thwarted. Hoarding they call it. Imagine restraining yourself from showing any sign of ability or even giving an opinion for fear of being enslaved or martyred. This is an example of where all the tenets of Spirit Murder—emergency ethics, sacrifice, selfless servitude, and infirmity worship—align under one institutional structure. It has engulfed half the world’s governments, and such premises are responsible for the moral and economic trauma in America as well. All the world’s see and seize policies from military conquest to welfare, alimony, and unfair taxation are the mongrel cancer of altruist fantasy; the desire of the inept to be powerful, of the ugly to be beautiful, of the sick to be healthy, and to gain it all by devouring those who are.
As ninety-nine percent or more of our lives is not spent in foxholes or running from tornadoes, it should be clear that sound moral guidance concentrates on long-range human progress under the conditions that make settled life possible. Morality is concerned with the proper method of producing and accumulating values—not with their relinquishment, and mankind’s institutions must reflect that. The next time you hear a call for sacrifice, make sure they jump first. It is senseless to claim that men must enter into predicaments where they have no choice but to come out with less; that wars are necessary for technological advances; that people must die for life to go on—this is all the cannibal insanity of an abandoned mind.
Censorship
If socialist dictatorships are so interested in peace, why do they require a purge of every idea which is not theirs? It is the theory that any distrust is disunity—a sickness that must be eradicated in order for the system to survive. Any public interest outside their control is a pressure point to be eliminated. Any other form of power is a threat. Censorship fulfills the promise to destroy families, infusing youth with a drunken sense of power over their own parents. A word whispered against the State—true or contrived—will get them hauled away. Parents and contrarian thinkers live in fear, as all loyalties and rational hierarchies are erased in obedience to the State.
Defection
Soviet citizens know that an American living in a slum is wealthier than any inhabitant of a country disallowing free expression. They know—likely by first-hand experience—that poverty is infinitely preferable to the physical and spiritual straight-jacket of Communism, where human beings are reduced to the living-code of ants, unable to use their cognitive tools, tormented by life itself, with no chance to rise.
We have witnessed the horrific defections attempted at any cost from all socialist countries, most clearly from East to West Berlin as children were shot in the back while trying to flee. Can any socialist premise be supported when you see its citizens running for their lives? Another way to comprehend the truth and intention of socialist governments is to compare the results by war percentages: the number killed, the number wounded, and the number missing. Socialism shows percentages such as: 20 percent, 50 percent, 10 percent. Capitalism shows percentages such as: .001, .01, and .001, which are a direct result of the American Bill of Rights. So which style of government establishes true peace on Earth? Socialism/Communism is efficient only in horror, perhaps destroying five thousand lives to feed five hundred. It is another name for declaring war on one’s own people.
Invasion and Immigration
Ask anyone living under a socialist system how many times their family’s savings has been wiped out by currency inflation, how often their homes have been ransacked and how many loved ones have been carted away, never to be seen again. In America, we have no emergencies to recover from day after day, and the more sane and less restrictive our social system, the rarer they are to occur. In fact, in civil times, the number of proper sacrificial scenarios is exactly…none. The only screaming heard on U.S. soil, is at our amusement parks.
Free countries hold the moral right to invade and emancipate slave countries when the risks are reasonable. Doing so, their people would no longer need to seek asylum, eliminating immigration problems in the United States. No one wants to leave their homes anyway; some rulers just make it impossible to stay.
Man’s greatest weapon against men has always been altruism; or the sacrifice of self to others. I say to mankind, “I’ll carry you to safety on my back, but don’t expect to stay there.” We have many challenges in America, but demolishing our system and abandoning our fundamentals in preference to socialism is not the answer. Personal sovereignty is the hallmark of civilization, not voluntary enslavement. We must demolish the organizations that have chosen this fate for us.
“[T]he only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” –Franklin D. Roosevelt
The banking monopoly created our intelligence networks with the goal of unlimited and secret police powers. For example, our Surveillance State doesn’t work. We should recognize that if any terrorist acts get through now—real or contrived—(and they have), that mass private data collection is ineffective and its apparatus should be dismantled. Though it lets the corrupt rich spy on their more honorable competitors or anyone who could threaten them (its true purpose), it is proof of an unwise investment for the people and only serves to accelerate the consolidation of wealth and control into fewer and fewer hands.
In 1975, CIA Director William Colby admitted under oath that his agents committed over 100,000 major crimes every year. This statistic was repeated in a congressional report in 1996: “Hundreds of employees on a daily basis are directed to break extremely serious laws… A safe estimate is that several hundred times every day (easily 100,000 times a year) DO officers engage in highly illegal activities.” With the incredible expansion of the Security State and intelligence organizations in America, how many crimes do they commit now? How many news stories of crimes around the world are actually these groups coordinating and committing violent acts to steer public opinion? Don’t you think we should know? After the Kennedy assassination and all of the statesman, investigators, and witnesses who have died mysteriously, we have good reason to be paranoid, and should err on the side of caution. What if our secret organizations have chosen not to defend us? What if they were never meant to in the first place? To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King, “We’ve given guided missiles to misguided men.” As a result of the banking cartel-Central Intelligence combination in America, unlimited evil has been unleashed across the planet, yielding such abominations as the Bush dynasty and their life, freedom, and country-destroying Patriot Act. Like cartels exist in all other countries, and they invest together, coordinate attacks together, and reap the rewards of fraud on a scale most cannot conceive of. All secret government organizations must be abolished, and in the meantime, be subject to the moral scrutiny of our Congress and citizen panels.
Our citizens must destroy and completely dismantle the structures of corrupt organized wealth in America. People who are above the law are not worthy of it and deserve no protection under it. They are the proper targets of those who abide by it. We need a body of laws designed specifically against the political encroachment of organized wealth; violations of which will result in the seizure of their assets and lengthy prison terms. Their deadly actions, while always historically reprehensible, are becoming more and more blatant. We endure spectacular displays of fascist dishonor: super PACs, corporations are considered people, we are slaves to debt on money that doesn’t exist…It is time to strike; to stabilize our nation and protect it from their further harm. Just look for the head of the snake and cut it off. The rest will work itself out.
“When a man’s life has no value, sometimes death has its price.”
—Fistful of Dollars
Religion is partially responsible for terrorism, and not just one faith in particular. Those teaching, “independence is evil”, shouldn’t be surprised when kids join gangs. Violating cognition is an act of Spirit Murder, and in an unstable environment, it won’t be long before it is extrapolated into physical murder. When a consciousness rapidly degenerates, it builds towards an explosion. What happens when children are taught to defy consciousness right from the beginning? Internal anarchy quickly results in external anarchy. They grow confident in being rude and threatening to their parents, but are lost and uncertain when they step outside. By an extension of the same dogma, that negativity is led by a more seasoned force to its ultimate end, and they draw him to his death like a poodle on a string.
Religious fanaticism perpetuates the tragic melding of cognition with interaction, which leads terrorist minions to their deaths. Fanaticism as well justifies confiscation, sacrifice and destruction for “a good cause,” which for a morality where anything goes and no one is to blame, means any cause they choose. The advantage they take stems from and feeds on cognitive limitations, and with every dogmatic claim violating the true pattern, terrorist theory is implicitly supported by every mother and grandmother preaching the gospel. Furnish their people with a modern city, and their primitive religious premises would turn it right back into shambles.
A country’s citizens would never need to leave their homeland and flee to safe havens if it were not so; if it were not for their non-objective, unrealistically substantiated, unaccountable religious doctrines. Instead of striving for an envisioned future glory, they shoot their citizens in the back while they try to escape the horror, where the trigger is first pulled on rationality—their own cognitive accountability. We hear them say “You have to be willing to sacrifice yourself for the greater good,” or, “We cannot see His whole plan,” and end up fighting over what it is and what it isn’t, and who has the authority to say so; but no one can step outside the context of existence itself to make existential connections. The only alternative to rationality, is violence.
We must grow to the stature of accepting our own determinations of moral substance, and that requires a logical standard. Unless we accept that our senses are valid, we invite and justify this kind of aggression. An appeased aggressor just becomes more aggressive.
Zealots
From outer space, you can see that the Edison’s of mankind light up the world, whereas those of the lowest intellect, prone to anarchy such as mercenaries and terrorists, just leave little splat marks. Accomplishments determine a man’s stature, and destruction only subtracts from it. Where are the great buildings and societies as a result of their philosophy? Ideology is fought not with bombs, but with ideology. Why can’t they fight us ideologically? Because theirs is worthless. Was Jesus running around slaughtering his opposition, or was his ministry and following peaceful and voluntary? Jesus wasn’t a murdering, threatening Neanderthal. Did the prophets interpret religion so they could rape and kill freely? Did Moses? Who are the extremist’s real idols then? Who have the terrorists and zealots really patterned their lives after? That is right, the prophet’s brutal, scavenging enemies. Violence is a confession of cowardice—of intellectual impotence. Listen to their foolish incoherent explanations they hope no one will question. Their veil of dogmatic justification is so thin that they typically have to die or kill their audience before the truth is named—by others or within their own minds. One more dead is one less to convince, or to admit the truth to of what it is they are doing.
There is no room for zealots in morality. There are no wife-beating, child-molesting, peer and student-threatening, red-faced, fist-shaking convincing tactics that are EVER utilized by rational beings. Such people aren’t even in control of themselves—much less their concepts. Society doesn’t listen to them anyway. Look into their education and you will find no chain of peace, no capacity for production, and no enjoyed independence; only hatred and a mind schooled in murder. Dogma is their justification, and no one buys theirs except the self-hating bomb bait. There is a special place in Hell reserved for those who don’t use their head—who practice what they have known was wrong since they were children.
Their perfect world is bombed out cars and buildings—it looks like home to them. The only lasting symbolism they have accomplished and my answer to them is as follows: If you have degenerated to the point where your own death is your most glorious day, odds are high that the world agrees with you. When you destroy pinnacles instead of aspiring to them, when you make claims of Divine intentions yet by example produce only a sea of blood, then you have chosen an obvious side, and our moral road is clear. Ask yourself what you have done that the world can be proud of. As a soldier, ever notice how your dogma directs and trains you to commit atrocities in the name of peace, but never spends any time defining sound living structures of peace, or any civil actions that lead to it? That is because the civilization in America is the structure of true, rational, productive peace. The truth is, you are a patsy for killers who are simply more experienced in subversion, and all that keeps them from self-destruction, is your destruction. If you want to live, the pattern of life is what you must practice. Turn them over and get a job; drop your weapons and join civilization, because the end is coming for your organizations—soon.
There is perhaps no greater spiritual war or a more false endeavor than the pursuit of racial superiority. Those for racial solidarity lose their best to the torrent of capitalist freedom, were anyone can be anything they are willing to work towards, breaking ethnic borders as a side effect. The most dynamic sweep aside such inessentials in their upward surge to fulfillment. For that, we must leave the nest and its cohesive safety and focus purely on human essentials—those of all humans, not just our own race or culture—and market our wares to the world. The backward people cannot dismiss their culture; they hang onto it like Linus hangs onto his blanket. Producing no unique identity of their own, they cling to it for identity. Supposedly a symbol of pride, it is actually quite the opposite. Instead of engaging in personal growth, they try to reverse the process, looking into their background for attributes to bring forward and accentuate. Fear to venture out becomes identity crisis, which becomes false pride and a border not to be crossed. While many minorities fail to dissolve inessential differences in the melting pot of integration, America’s key race issue has always been between white and black.
Most people imagine African life as television has portrayed it—as a primitive people with no technology, practicing religious rituals even more senseless and irresponsible than ours. They believe blacks were simply taken from places where they ran mindlessly through the jungle, but the truth is their homes were settlements not much different from the American colonies at the time. All civilizations have unique rituals, but most of their time was spent as ours is now: working for the common maintenance of life. Their villages were ransacked and their people were taken. Imagine that happening to us today by another nation, or to individuals who are abducted—their very lives stolen—a nightmare for anyone.
Slavery was brought to the New World in the 1600’s, spreading from the Caribbean colonies of European States and South America, but it was a part of human history from the beginning. America inherited slavery—we didn’t create it. From the start, slavery was acknowledged as a blatant violation of her true principles. The Founding Fathers had a choice: accepting slavery in the southern States and facing Britain together, or drop the ideal of a unified country. The South refused to ratify the Constitution otherwise. Our Founders did it right; they allowed America to develop its own sovereign inertia before abolishing key impurities with time and pressure. The honorable men of that time did the best they could.
Ultimately, the unsound economic policies of The South put the whole country in jeopardy, allowing European financial interests to prey on their foolishness, intending to split the nation and give the halves back to England and France, which spurred the American Civil War and an end to slavery. Since then, integration has been difficult. In Ancient Egypt, the slaves left. America chose the hardest way—learning to trust one another. It was the right thing to do. Now look how far we have come; America’s first black president elected by a landslide, chosen simply because he was the best man for the job. And with him came new hope: for peace; for the return of our freedoms; for the dawn of an enduring prosperity. And now we’re moving on with one of the world’s greatest dealmakers; best wishes, Mr. Trump!
With this reawakening of the American spirit, we all have a new pinnacle to aspire to. But in defining ourselves, should we be limited by nation, race, or family? Our link to historical pride is in the traits we honor and wish to practice. Who from the past (or present) reflects your views? Spiritual lineage is infinitely more significant than physical; we can all project ourselves alongside our heroes and strive to deserve their stature. We are most intimately, descendants of those we admire.
People can be divided any number of ways—nations, races, families, genders—but the division stops at individuals. The cognitive process of men and women of all races is identical, and its disciplined adherence is the moral measure of all. Race is just one element of who we are. True identity—our soul and fullest moral potential—is defined by our deepest parallel: our like cognitive power, and our willingness to use it. It’s your life. What are you doing to make it better?
