Annihilate political consciousness. Do yourself a favor. Take your little pet hobbyhorse out to the back alley and show it the inside of a gun barrel, then all smoke and brain matter. Paint the brick wall bloody with your politics, please, I beg of you.
Important Issues.
You will vote, and it either will or will not happen. But please, let me alone five minutes from your insipid, everlasting conversations. Everyone who agrees with each other should live together in isolated communities and enact the policies they want. Then they should shut up and leave everybody else alone. The communities that don't collapse can count themselves to have justified their positions, but in the meantime, at least the rest of us can actually get some sleep without all the brainless screaming in the streets--you mindless mob.
It seems like the people who talk about liberty the most are the ones who won't stop screaming, who won't get out of everyone else's face, who can't shut up.
You find yourself agreeing with me. You're now thinking about the people who irritate you because "they're so stupid." You think I'm agreeing with you and your side. But you're wrong. Because I don't. Not really.
All the little worker bees scream in a seething mob. They have big plans. They're so sure of being right. They don't see the cancer in themselves. They have only begun to glimpse the evil they worship, if at all. They pray to the statue. All hail the great and powerful Oz.
Goodbye.
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