Symphony of Hell

Only a criminal needs government. This is why governments eventually make criminals of us all.

As a matter of fact, at this stage of the game, if your completely corrupt government doesn’t see you as a threat, you are owned by them in both body and soul. Continuing to “go along to get along” when your particular brand of master is in power is what’s leading us over a cliff.

At this stage, the best that America can hope for is grid-lock. If the Democrats don’t take over Congress after the mid-term elections, the protests of the radicalized Left are liable to spiral out of control. Provocateurs can then be inserted at their leisure.

We are being set up for the excuse to declare Martial Law. This means that whatever’s left of our Constitution will be suspended. Then the most abject of slaves will have the legal orders to do with us what they wish. But looking on the bright side, the looters may kill us first, thereby allowing the illusion to remain intact until the bitter end. But I’m not so sure that we get to run from truth on the other side.

Isolating America from other countries also appears to be the objective of those in charge. Many countries are picking up the pace from their slow jog of dumping the dollar. Before long, it will be an outright sprint.

This is how it should be. It is my hope that other countries will be spared some misery if all of America’s resources must be used fighting against its own. Of course, it will also make us susceptible to outside invasion. Karma will be “putting on the hits” before this is over.

This symphony of hell must find its sound with the conductor managing the instruments being played with perfect timing. He waves his wand and mass immigration of those with blood in their eyes promises to add to the coming melee. He then gives his attention to the next section where another “Kristallnacht” is coming door-to-door. He motions to the front section and now there’s not enough food for a country to feed itself. On to the next section and hurricanes are flooding dilapidated nuclear facilities; a macabre form of Russian roulette where one detonated bullet could kill millions. But with the body count comes certain realizations as only slow deaths can be covered in lies.

The maestro now brings the music to its crescendo, a merging of disparate notes no longer in harmony and an affront to those with ears to hear. But the bombs being dropped drowns out the sound anyway. No need for a second take.

It is only through suffering that we awaken. We wait for those who finally reach the point where they can find no one else to blame but themselves. It is the same for all of us who seek the light of understanding.

Let the dross that are the rest be burned off as they could never be part of the solution anyway.