... down a hole.

Welcome peasants, employees, taxpayers and slaves!   

There's a groundswell of anger over The Global Banking Slave Trade these days.  The theme is an old one, but the victims are new and largely unsuspecting; the next generation of p.e.t.s. ripe for initiation. 

We can make no mistake that banksters have once again gang-raped their p.e.t.s., having birthed bestial abominations bound to brandish bitterness at the beneficiaries of their bastardy.

But ever since their spawning, banksters have freeloaded on the labor of society and usurped the wealth and vitality of the citizenry.  And it may be only natural they do so. 

For if life is a struggle for sex, er, survival, why not take what comes easily?  After all, it's in man's animal nature to seek absolution from his mortal struggles.   And who is resistant to banksters? 

But what is society worth to a right-minded citizen if the benefits of solidarity are not achieved through an equitable husbandry of our animal nature?

The simple truth is, banksters don't play by the same rules as the rest of us; the more shuddering facts of which are entangled in a web of superfluity, i.e., all over the internets. 

While some of us are fooled or coerced into behaving decently, the animal-like bankster runs wild in urban jungles afforded by the indebtedness of lower, domesticated animals.

Alas!  If I concede my brute, blood, sweat and tears, it will be by free choice, my god, not trickery!

Because, if society is not a collective effort to be fair and just, if fear and coercion its only real chaperons, I should at this very moment, inspired by banksters, conspire to raise an army of my beguiled brethren with whom to rape, pillage and plunder in the marauding, heathen fashion of my viking ancestors!  And I should start with the smugly appointed dens of the bankster himself! 

We shall see then who swiftly abandons their beachfront haciendas for the dark, anonymous security of a snake's cave.

Sadly, such poetry would be hastily oppressed by the cannons of government      currently turned inward.

You see, a bankster is the foulest of human waste, a stolid accumulation of excrement; at first a concession to fertilize our economic crop and at last the stench endured from a woefully disguised crock.

And now, this fragmented population of consumers is at a fork in the road.  Both ways pass through reckoning, then awakening, but one leads to deliverance, the other to a freedom-less hell. 

Had we never tasted freedom, our decision may not loom as large.  But the agony of a free man enslaved is far greater than a man born into slavery.      

What we must do, immediately, is cast off all child-like faith in professional politicians, classical democracy, and the incompetent governments which serve the very system of Financial Feudalism that seeks to enslave our posterity. 

For the common citizen will never be truly free, until he's rid of ignorance, financial overlords and the insidious path to slavery they pave. 

                                                                                     -JPF