Angry Lone Nuts Of The World Unite!

Viva la revolucion dude!


The dogs are barking; Commanding their delusional soldiers to mobilize and muster in the town square. Assassins are stirring underneath their rocks, getting ready for their date with destiny. "Keep your powder dry and take off your tin-foil helmets. Release yourself from reality and give in to the swirling maelstrom."

We live under tyranny. The tyranny of monotony and homogeneity. Everything is the same. Life in a name brand gulag, beneath the sickly-yellow glow of parking lot lights, row on row of them, has become dissatisfying. The politicians know this. And they exploit it. They feed the disillusionment. While the middle class slowly wilts under the corporate hegemony, the government uses the media to induce young men and women into military service. As the disillusionment grows, ordinary life seems less and less appealing, options seem bleaker and bleaker. And recruitment goes up. This is the model for a militaristic society.

Militaristic societies always self-destruct. They are simply unsustainable. Only devastation will cure us of this cancer. This undercurrent of foreboding is not spoken but is felt everywhere whenever there is a lapse in entertainment. We're all gonna die. And be reborn chinese. Have a nice day... Chickenfucker!

-Insurgente Bozo