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Governments fall from sheer indifference. Authority figures, deprived of the vampiric energy they suck off their constituents, are seen for what they are: dead empty masks manipulated by computers. And what is behind the computers? Remote control, of course.

Look at the prison you are in, we are all in. This is a penal colony that is now a Death Camp. Place of the Second and Final Death. Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Don’t intend to be there when the shithouse goes up. Nothing here now but the recordings. Shut them off, they are as radioactive as an old joke.