OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO oOOOO OOOO. OOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" .OOOOOO OOOOOo OOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO oOOOOOOO OOOOOOO. OOOO oOOOO OOOO .OOOO OOOO OOOOOOOOo OOOO OOOO" OOOO oOOOO OOOO OOOO "OOOO. OOOO OOOOo .OOOO' OOOO .OOOO" OOOO OOOO OOOOoOOOO "OOOO. oOOOO OOOO oOOOOOOO..OOOO OOOO "OOOOOOO OOOOoOOOO" OOOO .OOOO"""OOOOOOOO OOOO OOOOOO "OOOOOOO' OOOO oOOOO ""OOOO OOOO "OOOO OOOOOO |-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | There Ain't No Justice | | | | #40 | | | |-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| - POWER - By Personal Jesus I am your only god. Pretty sweeping statement, huh? But its accurate. I *DO* own you, and I have since the day of your birth. I have existed since before your ancestors learned to stand upright, and I'll be here when the cockroaches launch their first spaceship. I own you, and you don't even realize it. I've offered you choices, but they aren't really choices, because in the end, there is only really me, staring back at you. You wake up in the morning, and you begin to serve me. You clean yourself because I have told you that being dirty is wrong. You clothe yourself because I have told you that being naked is obsene. You got to school because that is your path to getting a job, and earning money, becuase you know, deep down, that earning money will bring you closer to me. But it won't, because I have rigged the game against you. And even if you've realized THAT, you still will go to work, because its already too late to stop playing my game. You'll go on playing it, because you feel deep down that you can beat me. But you can't. Consider this: you go to work, and you earn money. But I take some before you even see your paycheck. Then, when you try and spend it, I take some more. Very clean, very neat. I'm glad I thought of it. When you talk to other people, you almost never mention my name. You sit there, reading this file, wondering where its going. What if its going nowhere? You'll still read, because I have your attention now. I own Bush. I own Clinton & Perot too. Of the three, only Perot knows I own him. He freely admits it. He offered to become your president, and not accept a paycheck, because he knows I own him. Its not about money. Its about me. Did I say I own your prospective rulers? They are pretty interchangeable, you know. Each of the three says that they are different from the other, but they aren't really. They are merely different faces of me. None of them will do a thing to improve your lot, but they WILL do a great deal to improve their own. Each in their own special way, of course. So, I own you. You can run from me, but in the end, I will always find you. You can offer yourself to me. I won't care. There are millions offering themselves to me every day. Some of my other followers have their own TV shows. They'll promise to help you reach me. But they're really using you to help themselves reach me. They ask you to send them donations, what little free money you have left. And you send it to them. Millions of dollars every year. They spend it on fancy cars, and fancy homes, and they never get their hands dirty. They do not want. They serve me so perfectly. They tell you what you want to hear. And because its what you want, you'll gleefully send them more money, just to give your life a little illusion of purpose aside from serving me. They're just doing it better than you. They deserve your money, in a way. I watch your kind in rapt fascination. You think you are so strong, so powerfull. You are nothing. I have legions of followers. They will crush you like a bug if you ever become a threat to me. And the best part is, 99% of them won't even realize that they're doing it for me. They'll say they're doing it for God, or for their country, or because you're sick, and need help. But come they will, and they will crush you. And I'll laugh. At you, and at them. The Medicine Man understood me. So did the High Priest. And so does the Politician. And the Doctor, and the Lawyer. Anyone who has set themselves apart from the mass of your kind understands me. They even fight among themselves, quarreling over how I am to be served. They never see that merely acknowlegeing me serves me more perfectly than all the laws, prayers, dances, or drugs will ever do. Television was my greatest invention. I won't be happy till everyone has one. It allows me such direct access, and it lets me mold your children directly. I show them useless toys, that they would otherwise never want, and they will scream and scream until you buy them one. And then, after awhile, it will join the stack of other useless toys I've made you buy. And what I start in the child, I magnify in the adolescent. I tell you how to dress, I tell you where to shop. I show you what you must do to be accepted. I show you how to style your hair, and what clothes to wear, and I offer you a million examples of what you must do to "measure up" to what society expects of you. I tell you a million different useless things, and in your mindless efforts to serve me, you eat it up like the most deliscious meal ever set before a King. I tell you what is beautiful. I tell you what is trendy. I tell you what your perfect weight is, and I make sure everyone else knows it too. I set every standard you live your life by, and I make you like it. I teach you how to think. I tell you how to brush your teeth, and with what, and how often. I tell you that you'll never attract the opposite sex unless you buy this, or wear that, or cut your hair a certain way. My ultimate servant, television is. It allows my other servants to reach you as well. And once you become an adult, I tell you how to live all over again. I tell you how to vote, and I tell you what to buy. I tell you how to live every facet of your life, and you never question. Thats the best part of all. If you see something on the evening news, you automatically accept that it is true. My servants tell you that "this food is bad" and you accept it. They tell you that the stock market did this, or that, and you pretend to chart your life around it. So you can run, but you cannot hide. Rail against me all you like, I will still possess you in the end. There are those that try to fight me, but like the Hippies of the '60s, I eventually corrupt them, and bring them into line. So stop struggling. Just give in, and live your life for me. I offer you such peace. You won't need to think, as my servant. Thinking is HARD, remember that. And you have to do it all the time. Let me do your thinking for you. Let me plot the course of your life, and you'll be ever so much happier. I already have people in place, waiting to make your every decision for you. So go to church, and vote republican. Or vote democrat. It makes no difference really. Just find one of my servants, walk right up to them, and offer your life to them. They'll accept. They'll make all those nasty decisions for you. And you'll be free to enjoy living in the cage I've built for you. Oh, by the way, my name is POWER.... [>> Phoenix Modernz Inc. :908/830-TANJ <<] [>> Modern Textfiles Inc. The Matrix BBS:908/905-6691 <<] [>> The Lawless Society Inc. CyberChat BBS:908/506-7637 <<] [>> -also- <<] [>> Terrapin Biscuit Circuit:908/506-6651 <<] [>> First Universal Church Kalisti: 602/753-3784 <<] ^Z