The Slaughterhouse Floors

Any man or woman without a past, without an identity,
without a legitimate history, nationality or heritage,
can easily be reduced to nothing.
That has always been the practice of those opulent shadow-dwellers who
rule over this present global empire,
where whole nations of people are stripped of their names and
reduced to financial cattle.
And the end of all cattle has always been the slaughterhouse.
Did you really think that the American herd
would have a better fate,
now that the bread and circuses have long since
gone high-tech and entered the Information Age?
Or did you ever stop to think that Cyberspace will become
the most efficient slaughterhouse of all?
And forty acres and a mule mean absolutely nothing
to the millions of modern-day Urban-American wage-slaves who
have had every last ounce of rural self-sustenance and true land-ownership
completely bred out of them.
They won't be able to save themselves from the inevitable dollar-collapse,
no matter how badly they want to: they are nothing more than
nameless cattle, bound for slaughter. And what will you be able to do
when you finally learn that everything you have been taught
since birth, everything you have come to hold dear,
and every last part of your Great American Heritage
are all nothing more than a shadow-imperialist's skillfully-crafted lies?
They're not obligated to tell cattle the truth.
In fact, they're not obligated to tell livestock anything
while oceans of blood are being spilled on the slaughterhouse floors.

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