Looking Backwards

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It has occurred to me that the more time slips into the future, the more we lose sight of the past and what's truly important. This article discusses my outlook for what is coming soon.

Submitted: December 18, 2010

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They keep saying that this and that and the other thing is the future. Everyday, scarier and scarier developments occur in technology, just going so rapidly that most people can barely keep up. Well, being that I know through my faith that this world will soon no longer be that which the normals have spent millennia perfecting, I think its soon time to look backwards. Think of the Amish: totally dependent on nothing but their hands and the land. Most people will crumble when our cities collapse, satellites no longer work, the government no longer pays for people to make babies and not work, computers become useless hunks of plastic, there is no such thing as a job or college, so on and so forth. Normal people think they have such a great grip on things, that everything will magically improve and their world will just go on and on in this downward spiral and nothing cataclysmic will happen. The family has been dissolving for over 40 years, our government is running on propaganda and fear alone, and the now global economy is being crushed under its own massive weight. I say its time to get back to our roots, to dance topless around a bonfire, to till the land and make it fruitful, to end the oppression of the underclasses caused by the Nazi-like blitzkrieg of the future.
 Its time for people to barter and cooperate, not drown themselves in their own undeserved egos and the blinding light of the iPhone; Its time for the poor, the oppressed, the meek if you will, to rise up and send us back to a time when life was simple but it worked. No therapists, no meds, no surgery, no fucking technology. No psych wards to contain those who think differently; no schools to confine, train and imprison our children. No enslavement to working a “job” where you must pretend to love every minute of it while making some jackass richer while you get buried in debt. No more fighting other people’s wars; no more hospitals and nursing homes to hide our ill and aging. No more ridiculously high social standards that conflict themselves and oppress; no more need to fear having children and them growing to hate you. In other words, we need a return to the simplicity of our past, a past in which children worked the land hard by their parents’ side and didn’t need to be treated like porcelain dolls. Its time to reverse the disturbing trends that have arisen; how people can be so stupid as to not see it coming is beyond me.
 
But that’s the whole goal of the machine: to “keep you doped on religion and sex and TV” (John Lennon). People no longer have an appreciation for the past and learn nothing of its pitfalls. The former world will soon pass and those who are left will embrace the workings of the distant past, in all its beautiful simplicity. Yet the lessons taught by the years of oppression will keep their minds open. Imagine: a clean, gorgeous world inhabited by those who respect the land and work with it with the original ideals of the hippie generation final realized. Sell outs, normals, workaholics, technophiles, and all those enslaved to the march of PROGRESS: your time is soon to end. You have brought about the destruction of your own perfect little worlds by going inward for desires and outward with your unwarranted self-adoration. The age of families ejecting their own children for breaking the precious rules, ignoring the ill and sending them to the streets, and restricting the aged to dull, overlit hallways is over. If you are reading this and think I’m crazy, you just comfort yourself with that like you comfort and spoil the living shit out of yourselves and yours. People like mine were once considered touched, ethereal, prophetic, sagelike, etc. Now we receive chemical lobotomies among our many punishments for not fitting what you say is normal. Well, normal is about to be no more. I hope if you’re one of those who just think I have supposed “graphamania” (which doesn’t exist except in your mind), that you shit yourself with surprise on your way to hell.


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