
The salvo is unrelenting. You would expect an ordinary person to burst into a blood-infused-fireball with amount of negativity projected at President Trump. And the circumstances are extraordinary: such as the battle between the diabolic beasts of the ancients and the courageous saviors. The antique parables now parallel to what is the battle between the suprastate and free society. Trump, untrammeled from the frills of the cult of personality, is transfigured into the emblem of the free society of individuals. Those who have cultivated a life pursuit of attaining power are arrayed in formation only to preserve their unmitigated authority against this bulwark of the free society. For it is the authoritarian impetus that functions on subjugation, cadre who have maneuvered in concert to seize the state and convert it into their power reflecting apparatus. These worshipers of autocracy are deathly appalled by a population, and their leader, who demand substance and value from society and aren’t entranced by the wagging tongues or the hysteric rants proclaiming that they are almighty. The only thing being said with the continued assault on Trump is “we have usurped power, the power is our’s to keep you down.” That message, which is not said aloud because the cowards know the instant they reveal their true intentions the ground will disappear. They are destined to fall anyway, the field of illusion, their instrument of deceitful infiltration, cannot enchant infinitely, the pangs of reality will wrench it apart catastrophically. This regime cares not for the causality of their actions, it is the dissociated reaction to chant in time slogans of their fantastic glory and whip around their banners of meaninglessness while humanity grapples with their toppling negligence. As the autocrats increasingly curtail resistance to their dictatorship it isn’t that we witness egregiousness, they believe only their notions are valid and it is their natural right to do away with anything conflicting with their primping and pomping. A stern and sweeping counter offensive must be founded to hack away the facades they prop themselves upon. And where the neurotic omnipotence they lean on as the techno-despotic-advantage, their virtual ability must be rendered useless and physical reality will weigh the balances of power. Slavery isn’t a natural condition, as mush as the new master class would love to play out their delusions and mold their ideal race, the ascent of individuality and the free society are irreplaceable. Like the mythic monster that clasps to its false notion of being a demiurge by attempting to devour the sons and daughters, we will have to face the trials of inalienable life until the monster’s battered head lays lifeless at our feet.

