Paranoia: The new Opiate for the Masses.

some acidic prose to kick off my blogging attempt here on PBParanoia: The new Opiate for the Masses.

Log entry of Soldier58
November 01 2007
Northern Outpost #1

Dark days are coming comrades, can you smell the future coming? A smell sort of like a clinging mixture of wet dog, department store perfume aisles, deep fryers and stale bubble-gum. That’s the sweet reek of decay and collapse. The descent to apocalypse.
We’re not talking about the good ol’-fashioned biblical apocalypse, where we cowered under school desks waiting for the nuclear hand of Jehovah to punish us for our sinning ways. No, it’s clear that nobody fears God anymore, and no wonder. If the Lord-almighty was really going to make us answer for f*cking up the whole deal, the whole mess would have been re-carbonized by now. With our wrathful, avenging Godhead emasculated, the flock are adrift in the hills without a shepherd nor a beacon. The Church is dead. What now f*ckers?
Turn on your T.V. , that’s what. Forty-nine channels of guilt, fear and shame and another forty-nine frequencies devoted to helping you stay numb and dumb. No point in really understanding why you’re scared right?
Nightly, we squat at the altar of idiocy, shamelessly agog and drooling, our tongues thrust outward for our daily wafer of fear and absolution. The alabaster toothed bobble-heads on the cathode ray box are the new high-priests. Fear is the new religion, and our salvation hangs in the looming, gaping maw of yet undisclosed terrors awaiting in the airports, outlet malls and silly sounding foreign places.
Worship the blue light, obey the big head and suck the digital dick. The collection plate will be passed via spam-mailers and all major credit cards are accepted.
The end is coming, at least make an effort to be dressed appropriately.

Sean Tracy, C.2007/2008