Jeff Wells - September 01, 2011

Our civilized world is nothing but a great masquerade. You encounter knights, parsons, soldiers, doctors, lawyers, priests, philosophers and a thousand more: but they are not what they appear - they are merely masks…. Usually, as I say, there is nothing but industrialists, businessmen and speculators concealed behind all these masks. - Schopenhauer

The Thing That Couldn’t Die

Light for some time to come will have to be called darkness. - Nietzsche

They may be our Most Terrible Lizards, but they wouldn’t be called the best and the brightest by even the hindmost fart-catcher in Abaddon’s human centipede. They can turn blood into gold, playing Last Days’ alchemists in the booming catastrophe and collapse sectors, but don’t confuse the management of an habituated massacre with a meritocracy. They’re the eschaton of open jaws at the close of the food chain, but for no other reason than a cold heart doesn’t dwell upon the cruelty of its bite. We’re the 99 and they’re the One Percenters, and like the outlaw bikers who share the patch, they run the drugs and guns and kill for their club. They’re the Killer Elite, but don’t call them elite. No. Apparently, and with ironic perversity, that’s me and my numerous tribe; over-educated beyond utility at the end of the Age of Useless Things.

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