Charlie Company
A Short Intensely Lived Life.
Some themes need to be dealt with.
Some inevitable conditions occur, having to be played out due to cowardice and ignorance that is supported by those malignantly aligned to unworkable conditions.
It is a statement regarding mankind at this stage of development, that absolutely disastrous directions taken by the decision makers are heralded and supported by so many who have their entire identity wrapped up into external packages.
Take spirituality, as a shining example. The most popular religions in the world survive through convincing their countless devotees that the used car they are selling them is the one that will take them to heaven.
Never mind that spirituality is an intrinsic faculty that is out of the reach of such religions, their answer is to conflate religion and spirituality and package it into another form of externalized identity to sell more used cars.
Prosperity baby.
Yet when everything comes down to what your life means, to that simple baisic question of what you live for, and are willing to die for, is it time for an encyclopedic essay, or revelation?
The crime of the melinnium is the hijack of this revelation by the powers that be, those creepy scum sucking pieces of shit that always seem to crawl out from under their rock holding all the cash when the shooting stops.
Until now.
To quote a phrase, “The times-they are a changin.”
I didn’t just write Charlie Company because I’m sick of this fucking paradigm. Its an act of magic, a creative event, by which the shitbags get theirs first.
I honestly don’t care if you read this and pretend to forget it, or if you scurry away really fast and hope nobody saw you do it. I don’t care if there’s too much distance to cross for you to support this with likes and offers of help. I don’t give a fuck, because Charlie Company has been released on this man’s world. Read it and weep.
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