Payday

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We are forging our own chains.








Mene, mene, tekel upharsin.






We were weighed in the balance, and found wanting.







The United States has legalized infanticide, glorified treason, is worshiping false gods, and raises the lives of murderers to the same value as the lives of the righteous.  Karma is not a brazen lie such as  man made global warming, but an unstoppable boomerang on it's way back.  
Alas Babylon, indeed. 






Baal-Moloch.

 When Nations are threatened, they will sacrifice their first born sons.  When empires are threatened, they will sacrifice their N.C.O.'s.  How many of our "ruling elite" have served?  And why should they if we continue to do it for them?






Centerum, censeo Carthiginem esse delendam.

(After the Romans had defeated Hannibal, finally, in the second Punic war, Cato once stood  up in the Senate and elaborately ate figs, luscious and ripe,
and announced that they had been picked in Carthage three days before, technically just possible.  No matter what he was talking about, he would end his speeches with the above, "Therefore, I think, Carthage must be destroyed").  Those who know their Italian social history will understand then what "a fig for Carthage" thus implies, at least coming from Cato.






We will create a desert of glass, and it Will be Peace!
Evil, even potential evil, must be eradicated.  Sparing hyena cubs is a false kindness and a mistake that will be very costly down the road.
Nits make lice.
But we will also pay for our own sins, and they are many.





We are like so fucked.


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