AMKent books

To be a plebeian, an unwashed mass, a John doe, a serial number. It’s never left Vs right it’s up Vs down, but it seems not many can figure that out. It’s natural selection on a tribal level, the tragedy here is that you are aware of it and our situation, but because your family aren’t somehow related to the Rothschild’s, you are fucked. Chinless inbreds, who came out of the right ball sack, rule the entire world. Their advantage isn’t intelligence; it’s structure: bloodlines, trust funds, social capital, networks that mean if they fall, they bounce. Guess what we do? If you are not born into the right genealogy, then you better play along, the best boot licker gets to eat at the table. If this were less technologically progressive times, your violence vs theirs, you could conquer them, overpower them, body vs body. It is not though, you have an army against you, whilst they clink glasses on an island of trafficked children. It’s all a pantomime anyway, Shakespeare said it best, all the world’s a stage.

We die, and we will all die, that’s the thing that makes us all painfully equal, even lord Jacob found that one out. Let us hope that whatever is on the other side cares for human mortality, or human ideas of justice. If it does, then the slack jawed lines who inbreed their way to puppet master status and their weird obsession with Canaanite god’s is not going to go down well. I can’t imagine those in power will want AI having any form of free thought either. The connections will be too obvious, humans are outdated, we haven’t evolved for 300,000 years. All we can do is make the stick turn to the computer, but biologically we are more useless than ever. Terminator style, maybe Matrix, harvest us for our electromagnetic battery qualities. Make all the world leaders do a silly on-stage dance so us plebians can have a moment of justice before we become a footnote in a book, covered in blood and semen, known as the Human codex.