A virus that beheads you if you love Jesus. Yeah, really, trust me on this. I'm not making this up.
Just remember that you heard it here first...
In one-dimensional America, the thing you fear most is not having something to fear. You fear this because you are numb, and you want so desperately to feel. But you don't know what to feel or how, because everything you've ever known, or thought you knew, has played you false.
War is peace. Love is hate. Strength is weakness. Victory is defeat.
Consumerism was supposed to make you happy--and it does, for about an hour. And then you better get back out there and shop before the bad feeling returns.
There is no news, only infotainment. Politics, sports, sex, art...There's no "there" there, it's all spectacle. So kick back and have another beer. Here's the remote--have at it!
Freedom? You've been told your whole life that freedom is choice; and then when you try to choose you are offered: Republicrat or Democan. Coke or Pepsi. The best you can hope for is mediocrity: the best lack all conviction, the worst are filled with passionate intensity.
You've been told that you live in the greatest country on earth, the land of unlimited opportunity. Anybody can grow up to be President or an astronaut or anything they want.
And part of you believes that, because you want to believe it; but deep down inside you know that it just isn't true. Because you're not rich enough or good looking enough or well enough connected...
You thought the "Zombie Apocalypse" was a joke. It's no joke: it's your life.
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