Diminishing Hours of Rest

Ladies and gentlemen, believe or believe not, we are at an impasse.

The freedoms that we have earned through countless slogans such as manifest destiny and taxation without representation, are merely synonyms with the word murder as much as CNN and Fox News are synonymous with truth, or the president with scapegoat or hero. We are free in every aspect almost to a self destruction in an infinite implosion of what we strive to achieve. The horrifically saddening truth of our nation is that the masses, controlled on the whim of a puppet mastering media, which fully understands how to take advantage of our ignorance. The word journalism and media as honest a trade as that of a comedian or politician. We all have the best of intentions until we find out the ones we intend to be the best for; simply don't deserve the hard work and sacrifices that one would give. Rite, a fall word of great generations.

We fight with the sword to eventually make it the pen, and peace as we know it continues as a whole until our children's children have weapons of effervescence or bubble bath. The hungry wolves look over the flock of sheep we have become, transcended from once the tired wolves of war that we once were. They pounce the same as our ancestors on the British or that of Rome onto Carthage. The truism of life, something the media won't report, but nature will remind harshly, is that the strong survive. They crush or eat the weak just as it always has and will be. The only true answer to peace is world domination by a like people. Which can only last for a generation or few. It's truly a fairy tale, a naive and stringent lie we coax ourselves with in the perpetual hope of human existence.

The rite! The wrong! Native Americans, that we used to call Indians, our sacrificial lambs on the rite for life liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Our synonym for murder, for genocide. Media our righteous staff of truth and peace through the eyes of manifest destiny'ers, slashers, killers. All the time we believe as we want to believe and though we have the ability to stab the beast in the back, or the heart, or cut the thorns from it's every charging head, we simply avert the sharp knife of the internet with bullshit and a lack of sustenance that only dulls the knife that so few of us would rightly hold, or use anyways.The sludge becomes to much for even the most ready of hands to move through. The advance, the attack stymied by those who are just numbers, controlled by the beat and drum of the drooling oligarchy masses of people stupefied by mystic and magic of media.

The kony, the tweets, our cues we place only as perspective in the light of rite, we simply don't see the biggest problem to human existence; ourselves. Pride and ego will be the weapons used in manners known as deceit or to shade the truth or lies as we see fit to protect our all important self image.


divided we will fall