… and what it portends for the next two years.
***
Arise, you branded by envy,
You whole world of the entitled and resentful!
Our quisling SWPLs boil,
Ready to lead us into a fight to your death.
We will destroy this anglo-saxon world
Down to the foundations, and then
We will build our new world — Zion!
He who was nothing will become everything!
CHORUS:
This will be the final
and decisive battle.
With the Internationale
the brother will arise.
No self-reliance will grant us deliverance,
No God, no Law, no Reason.
We will win our liberation,
With the One’s very own handouts.
To throw down oppression with a compliant media,
To take back what is ours –
Fire up the furnace and hammer boldly,
while the tax code is still hot!
This will be the final
and decisive battle.
With the Internationale
the brother will arise.
Only we, the claimants of the world-wide
Great army of tax recipients,
Have the right to own the land,
But the productive – never!
And if the great thunder rolls
Over the heirs of the Enlightenment,
For us, victimhood will still
Shine on with its fiery rays.
This will be the final
and decisive battle.
With the Internationale
the designated oppressed will arise.
***
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets. We smoked cigarettes and wore leather jackets. At night, in the dorms, we discussed neocolonialism, Franz Fanon, Eurocentrism, and patriarchy.
–Barack Obama, Dreams From My Father
May the god of biomechanics bless this divided nation, every tribe of us.
ps: healing and unity is for betas. i have just begun to unsheath my sword.
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