There's nowhere to go. I would much rather run than fight, but running is no longer an option.
The entire history of western civilization has been a slow westward migration. Men and their families, unwilling to live under the thumb of the King, or the Church, or the money-changers, escaped ever westward to the wilderness, and freedom. From Mesopotamia to Europe, from Europe to the Americas, from the east coast to the west coast, we ran. But the King followed us. The Church followed us. The money-changers followed us. Like ticks and fleas they rode our backs, draining us, growing fat on our blood, spreading their malaise.
Money-changers. Carpetbaggers. Profiteers with names like Rothschild, Rockefeller, Mellon, Bush, Carnegie, Warburg, Windsor (Saxe-Coburg-Gotha), and Orange-Nassau. They bring us world wars, central banking, defense contracting, the pharmaceuticals industry, television, communism, colonialism, peak oil, Nazis, and the USA PATRIOT Act.
When there's nowhere left to run, it's time to fight, but I don't know how. I'm not smart enough. It's not like David Rockefeller is going to stand within reach, so I could punch him in the throat. Beatrix Orange-Nassau is a girl, and you don't hit girls, no matter what. Corporations can't be fought - they're abstract concepts. I try to think of ways to combat parasites, or cancer...
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