THE UNI-PARTY

The uni-party threw me in the dungeon with Assange.

Just because I pointed out the obvious: that every four years all they offer is the illusion of choice.

And after four sets of four years I realised that the whole pageant was a deception, a sham, a fraud. A ceremony designed to pacify me and quell my irritation just long enough for the uni-party to advance its agenda behind closed doors. A sleight of hand on a national scale.

The politicians all swear allegiance to globalism and totalitarianism, to neo-con imperialism. National sovereignty is theoretical. National identity is an historical artefact. All the news is propaganda designed to make you scared. And the entertainment industry wants to guilt you into handing over your wealth, land, and political power to a fake indigenous population. But the fake indigenous are all Marxists. And they're trying to abolish private property.

And now global corporations own everything and they're trying to depopulate you whilst extracting profit from you while you're still alive. And the propaganda machine makes you walk willingly into this death-trap in a semi-daze.

Your brain is so fried from sugar and advertising and alcohol and materialism that you don't even realise what's happening to you.

And I said all of this.

I told my fellow citizens.

Because I thought that in a democracy you were allowed to hold the government accountable. I thought this was encouraged, enshrined in the Constitution. But they labelled it misinformation and threw me in the gulag. Because the uni-party is not democracy. The uni-party is a kleptocracy. And the country isn't free. Neither is your speech.

Congratulations, you're a member of the new serf class.

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