How I Learned to Love the Bomb, Yo!

It's almost 7 am on Saturday. The boys are up, so I'm up. Rambunctious sounds of potentially dangerous and/or costly mischief pull me out of the haze of too few hours asleep. It's the opposite issue from Wednesday, where I was in bed for eighteen hours, only able to sit upright for 15 minutes before falling back into bed, exhausted.

It's "The Bug".

Oddly enough, the human body has a limited capacity to handle and store stress and toxins! Seems that wasn't much of an issue until the past few years. Ridiculous amounts of alcohol and system-abusing behaviors just rolled off. Takes a licking and keeps on ticking. Well, so does the Universal Clock. So, staying awake until 2AM, searching for answers, then denying them with alcohol makes Rick a Dull Boy.

God is dead.

Well, let me try that again. Not all gods are dead, but the big ones are certainly on their last gasps. The Gods of War, Famine and the lot have certainly made their presence known. But they're false gods - they're on call for all the wrong reasons. No righteous wrath stuff here - just old, rich men seeking the last opportunities to be even richer. Good men, women and children die as the Machine chews on.

The God Money is dieing. Hell, by 9AM it could be halfway to the grave. It's not what it used to be, and it was never what we were told. Titans of industry, bar your doors from your monsters and the mob. Torches at the ready, screaming, "We don't need no water! Let the muthafukka burn!" Sweet anarchy, wrap me in thy electronic cloak.

The Internet God is dead. Nobody told you? The signal to noise ratio is so great that digging for truth is like finding a needle in a wire factory. Millions of avatars proclaiming they see the End in all, but the only answers presented are creating infinitely more questions. "Disaster Preparedness for Dummies -- A reference ebook for the rest of us!"

The American Dream is dead. The future that was is dead. Hope, Faith and Charity hanging on in psychic ICU. And everybody's got the Bomb but you and I. Or is there a ticking time bomb in your closet of skeletons?

Oh, we're all armed to the teeth with hate and discontent. That's a fairly potent weapon in its own right. So screw it -- fire it up, Holmes! Nuke the bastards. The old beliefs, that is. Put the round between the eyes of every last god we ever believed in. Psychic Revolution, my brothers and sisters! Let's REALLY rape and pillage the last weeks, months or years we have left on the Mud World. Be all you can be, if you set your sights low and believe the Man's been keeping you down. Let's burn that castle to the ground, revel in true human carnage and suffering, and then stand on the ashes wondering what the hell we do next. After all, the clear-cutting philosophy got us this far, right?

The end is nigh. Repent.

Here's how it's all going to go down. And I know this because this is the way it HAS to happen, because the falsehoods are being exposed for what they are. No matter what you believe, your illusions are about to be shattered in ways too horrible to mention. Life as we know it will simply cease to be -as we know it. The walls that kept us safely confined are failing, crumbling and fading away, leaving the masses too confused to find their way around the New World Order.

Your very lives will be threatened by lack of food, shelter and medical care. Big Daddy Government can no longer support its bastard children. We all have to fend for ourselves. Ill-prepared, some right out of the womb of Corporations, we will revert to the only part of us that cannot be denied - the survival animal. Rational thought, take a hike. What you gonna do when there's no Pizza Hut delivery and your neighbor wants to borrow a cup of whatever you've got stored in your pantry with a shotgun in his hands?

There was one relatively simple goal in the Grand Experiment. Let's hop the natives up on Intergalactic Mojo, stir gently, and set them free on the Mud World. Give them all the tools to thrive and grow spiritually as galactic citizens, or create their own extinction. ("Ahhh... You have chosen .... poorly...") And then let enough of us wake up to realize it's too damn late to fix anything - the process is beyond repair now. Too far down the rabbit hole to pretend we give a shit about one another. We could have been something great. Instead, we're Punk'd.

We did this to ourselves, be it through coercion, greed or flat-out ignorance. We wanted to believe the lies because the feeling of security and possible happily ever after is so much easier if it doesn't require any real effort. Why be a better human being when the the lesson is "cheat to win"? Fuck you, here's to me! The American Dream let loose like Pandora's folly.

Well, kids. It's the last Great Party. I'm bringing marshmallows.