Aug 16, 2022
I'm selling the news that I've made up for you. You accept my ever-changing point of view. It chokes your faith like clogged arteries. You're addicted to my sugar. You force-feed yourself.
You'll never live up to the hero that I put in front of you. The stress I provide will stroke your brain at ease. You'll do what I say: sit, watch commercials, obey.
I've pulled your wings out of their sockets. Have a seat in Jeff and Elon's rockets. After everything's said and done, I have nothing left in store. I'll sell your children's birthrights and start another war.
I could tell you who I am, but you won't wake up in the morning. Everyone better heed my first belated warning.