Foresight is 20/20

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There is no peace for the human race. Death is bred in their bones. Conflict and strife are their meat and drink. So it is when they gorge themselves upon the banquet feast that is war, they ignore everything else, so consumed by their unholy lust for blood. Yet when it's over, they seek to set things right, to recreate the sweet illusion of peace, and forge the tenuous alliances and treaties once again, with every intent of breaking them when they time will serve them best. It is a pattern, one that is as old as time, for it is the pattern of war, and war never changes. The Roman's waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower. But war never changes.

However, the world does not stop for war, and the warmongers never seem to realize this until it's far too late. The first signs of the prophecy have come to pass, from the Book of Orwell, chapter nineteen verse eight-four. Ashcroft the Tyrant and his presidential puppet have given birth to the Patriot, whose virtue is viciousness. The fires of a new war burn across the sea, but even the deepest waters will not stop this inferno from engulfing the world. When the voices of the people can no longer be heard over the din of violence and bloodshed, they will answer with a war of their own making, and all the forces of oppression will crush them beneath their iron fist. The New World Order will be instituted, people will become as slaves, and humanity's darkest hour will come. So it was foretold by the Prophet Orwell, just as the Prophet Atwood predicted the enslavement of women, and the Prophet Bradbury, in a dream, saw the destruction of all knowledge. As harrowing and as unprecedented as they may be, these are the signs of our time, the markings of our generation. The words of the Prophets are coming to pass, one by one they are being made into reality. How long will we wait before something is done? How many will suffer and die before we step forward to say "enough"?

In all honesty, it is doubtful that anyone will read and believe. No one listens to the words of the Prophets and no one heeds the rants of a madman. Still, we must turn away from the idea that safety is better than freedom. We should remember that our forefathers believed that it as better to die on your feet than live on your knees. The priority here is that there are those we love and must protect, and that there are those who have labored to raise man to something higher than the Beast. For their sake, we must fight. For their sake, we cannot let injustice and oppression be born in this, the land of the free. Otherwise, we prove ourselves to be nothing but a lie. This has gone beyond a simple battle for our individual freedom...it has become a struggle for the very lives of our children and our children's children.

Our mothers and fathers have handed us the future. What is done with it is now left up to us.


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