"We pass through our days with the freedom of a dog
who never reaches the end of its leash."
Derrick Jensen
It's time to dust off this old cloud of dust and see if the ghost of the original idea has grown any skin. While "fascists crashing through the streets draped in Kevlar-plated sheets" is a classic image from the heyday of Infowars, back when people still cared about 9/11 truth and didn't need Edward Snowden to point out the obvious,
It's no longer accurate. Who are the fascists in America, in 2026?
Who are the "hungry Ku-Klux ghosts marching to automatonamous beats," eating everything in their path? The cops? Tim Walz voters?
Antifa?
Who are the moralizing thought police in America in 2026, for whom "everything is illegal, but nothing is a sin?" Who can breathe under such a self-cancellating paradox? Who can look in the mirror without bursting into flames like a vampire in the sun while imposing rules about everything on everybody else,
While recoiling at even the suggestion that sin is real, and that they are not, in fact, above reproach?
Islamic militants? Somali daycare grifters? Liberals?
Nobody?
“For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;”
Romans 3:23
While it may not be patriots who have "injection-molded brains" in 2026,
And while it may be horrifically quaint by today's standards to suggest that it's the cops "who talk like answering machines,"
Much of what we see today has been visible from a distance, for awhile.
“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”
Proverbs 16:18
Don't get sucked into a vortex of hate. Don't go to hell for an ideology, a politician, or even a hot chick. It isn't worth it. When the resistance itself is licking the fist that feeds it, cuddling up to the oppressor, clipping its own wings so that it can justify itself in forbidding others from flying,
It may be necessary to take a radical step forward and
Resist the resistance.
"Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
James 4:7
Some of your old ideas will be obsolete, and/or the circumstances surrounding them will have made your own methods redundant to the point that what you once considered horrific will be quaint by tomorrow's standards. It's inevitable. Learn the lesson while it's still relatively easy to learn it, and cling to nothing, except Jesus.
Good luck.
Licking The Fist That Feeds
Is it because I’m alive
that I want to take a dive
off the brink of oblivion
rather than
living in a land
where the houses built on sand
and the churches built on quicksand?
From the privacy of their own cage,
mechanical apes of every age
engaged in
synchronized thinking;
did they teach you not to blink
when they told you that the blood you use for ink
is finally clean enough to drink?
Are you sinking in style?
Are you singing in single file?
Do you reach across the aisle?
Are you wallowing in denial?
* * *
You wanna be a rebel
so you start living on a level
with the demons and the devils
so stylish and disheveled
But a true rebel is not so blind
he disassembles his own mind
and doesn’t find
room enough to stand
in the temporary temples
built by hands
of men
driven to succeed
in a system based on fear and greed
where the leaders
never bleed
and where they kill the weirdos off like weeds
Where everyone’s afraid
to admit that they’re not brave
enough
to stand against the wave
of fascists
crashing
through the streets
draped in Kevlar-plated sheets
like hungry Ku-Klux ghosts
marching to automatonamous beats
Eating everything in their path
out of boredom
out of wrath
while you were sleeping on your feet
while you were running a bath
In a heated swimming pool
The American Dream!
I am just a tool
of the globalist regime
And I seem
to’ve lost my focus,
the man spoke, as
a spooky
cloud of steam
rose into the shadows and I asked him,
are you locust
or machine?
I’m so prodded to be an American
I’m so proud to be depraved
if I pray to Louis Farrakhan
can my skin color be saved?
Cuz the cradle is fatal
but wait’ll I get mine
hands around the greasy chicken necks
of these state-sanctioned
swine
Hanging signs
from every treetop
prohibitions in the wind
everything is illegal,
but nothing is a sin
So I’m gonna shave the world
I’m gonna pave your legs
I’m gonna eat dollar bills
for breakfast
with electrocuted eggs
I’m gonna drink
the drug-infested
dregs
of the drool
that’s dripping down your drain;
if you don’t need permission
to take my photograph,
I don’t need permission
to blow your brains
Into a thousand bloody bubbles
from a soap dish
made of guts
hanging from a laundry line
with your jaw wired shut
And the gutter punks
with sunken stares
baring their teeth
underneath
the iron stairs
and the stars are drunk
and no one dares
Carry a barren
womb to dinner
the thieves are thick
and getting thinner
The streets are teeming
with screaming,
would-be
vacant-lottery winners
These saps aren’t on the map!
The trial is a trap!
None of this ever would have happened
if you listened to the advice that I gave you
Now that you are in control,
will your slave aesthetic
save you?
* * *
Will it save you from the fire
coming down from the sky?
Will it save you from the lie
that says you don’t deserve to die?
Will it save you from the retribution
of ornamental institutions?
Will it save you from the concerned citizens?
Or the psychiatric medicines?
Will it save you from the cancer?
Will it save you from disease?
Will it save you from the flowers?
Will it save you from the trees?
Will it save you from the jaws
of giant,
bloodsucking insects?
Or the arbitrary laws
imposed on you
by bureaucratic,
halfmast intellects?
Will it save you from the hipsters
and the self-consuming scene?
Will it save you from the myopic cop
who talks like an answering machine?
Will it save you from the n------s?
Will it save you from the s---s?
Will it save you from the white man?
Will it save you from the chicks?
Will it save you from the vampires
or the venom in your veins?
Will it save you from the patriotic zombies
with injection-molded brains?
Will it save you from the future
and all the terror it portends?
Will it save you from the everlasting torture
of a death that never ends?
Will it save you from the children,
before it’s too late?
They might belong to Satan;
they already belong to the state
So get your microchips implanted,
baby,
teach your tits to read;
if you wanna get to Heaven,
you gotta lick the fist that feeds
* * *
We pass through our days
with the freedom of a dog
who never reaches the end
of its leash
©2009 Nathan Payne
