At 3 am on a Saturday morning, I woke up to see an out-of-character text from an old friend. He’s a former Army Ranger, then retired as a Force Recon Marine. He’s an icon in our specialized industry. He sent me a patriotic video, full of fire and fight, with an innocent question attached. He asked, “What do you think of this?” Then continued, “All war is senseless, I know that to be true; every time they ring the bell I gear up and go, what about you?” His accidental rhyme made me smile, and grin; then red-hot anger, soon set in. I sat up in my bed, with sleep in my eyes; then began to write and expose my despise.
The audio wouldn’t play, but the video was clear; I’ve seen it all firsthand, sometimes laced with fear. I couldn’t hear if there was a narrator, or not; it doesn’t matter none, because I already forgot. I’ve seen those images, of war and debauchery; I appreciate the video, but it’s not for me. It’s a familiar route, we know to end in misery; I made it halfway through, then began my 3 am epiphany.
I love my country, and this beautiful planet; but I loathe this corrupt government, goddamnit! These overt phony puppets reside below the top; they follow the covert rulers, of our Pale Blue Dot. With a wide lens, you’ll see the end is clear; both Capitalism and Socialism, are slave masters one must fear. We’re held captive by sociopaths, who crave nothing but unchecked power; forever residing, in their ivory towers. They, themselves, are a higher class of slaves; to those atop the pyramid, where we’re told not to gaze. Speak not, how dare you say their name; forgive me not, I will not play your game.
When I hear the trumpets, call the naive off to war; my mind begins to rage, we too, were duped to the core. I know the hurt when treated like a hot brass round; from a thankless country, for deeds that can’t be rebound. The love for our brothers is a priceless commodity; a tool they use, to enslave this broken body. Never, no more; will I fight again, in their illegal war.
After a lifetime spent, sharpening this spear; we secured neither freedom nor peace, for the innocence we hold most dear. We helped tighten the chains, forced upon our flock; our bravery once revered, will soon be met by noose and chopping block.
Wild animals are most dangerous when cornered and then caught; be careful of the shiny badges, they’ve already hence bought. With a watchful eye and balanced mind; beware their false endeavors, with the aim to keep you in line.
From their perspective, and the heart of my disdain; the best class of slaves, are the ones who don’t know they’re enchained. We’ve never escaped, this awfully deep pit; not even once, even for a little bit.
They’ve poisoned our food, our air, and our water; keeping us sick, dependent, and full of bother. They’ve trafficked our children, for unspeakable practices; their innocence used, for blackmail and heinous tactics. What happened to the Epstein list, you ask; are these monsters given, a lifetime free pass?
They’ve divided neighbor vs. neighbor, color vs. color, and country vs. country; to perpetuate, this terrestrial misery. They’ve poisoned our minds with a river of propaganda; then isolate you from family, for their nefarious agenda. They maneuver dollars, from both sides of every conflict; while they pander to the public, and boast enormous profits.
They’ve robbed us of our riches, and stolen moments of our lives; here we are, once again, voting for their lies. They’ve entered our minds, to police our thoughts; what else is left, but to put us in a box? They’ve demonized, the natural order of evolution; for an ugly goal, of your total submission. Their drugs of choice, are manipulation and power; please remind me what pronoun you use, or do you now identify as a flower?
They continue to arm, and fund the fanatics; while our allies hold tight, and wish for friendly tactics. They’ve hijacked our medicine, to keep us unhealthy and sick; while Mother Earth’s natural remedies, often do the trick. They’ve erased thousands of years, of natural healing measures; to ensure a generation of addicts, as forever paying customers. Please remind me, of recent Amish studies; how many autistics, walk along their lush green prairies?
They’ve erased our history, and manipulated education; an obedient slave is their desired intention. Critical thinking and problem-solving are reduced; subservience and helplessness are the New World coup. Ancient history and architectural wonder, have been hidden from our eyes; censored then demolished, geez I wonder why? What secrets, are kept pent up; what’s in the Vatican library, that’s been sealed shut?
Make no mistake, the fight is upon us; a multi-generational plan, to remove the honest. Unless we embrace our differences, and then unite; a battle for your soul, will swoop like a thief in the night. Arm yourself, with a shield and saber; bound together with love, instead of hate and anger.
For six-thousand years, the plan has been domination; their secret societies quiver, over one united nation. Is it a coincidence, every president has descended from the same bloodline; except only one, just this one time. Unification is our strength, like solid granite; it’s the goal of our species, who reside on this beautiful planet. Our unity, a welcome surprise; to expand our minds, is their foretold demise.
My brother, you asked me a simple question in the middle of the night; I woke from a nightmare, to help make this world see right. There’s no other time in human history, where I’d rather be alive; right here, right now, what a time to survive! Keep your powder dry, and rest easy brother; we have only one planet, there is no other.
Author’s Note: We are who we are today based on the decisions made in our past. The values we hold dear are forged by our victories and our heartaches. The goal of this article is not to shame service to your country or suggest regret for overseas actions. Instead, I celebrate our stress-enhanced enlightenment. Our unique experiences, both good and bad, have shaped us to become the pillars of tomorrow. Fear not, and keep your head held high; we’ve earned the right to see the world, through our naked eyes.
Scott “Longboard” Chapman served in 2nd Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment from 2001-2005. He deployed to Iraq during the 2003 invasion and then to the Afghan theatre 4 times. After the military, Scott worked in the executive protection space and then as an OGA security contractor. Providing security support to the Intelligence community where he deployed 17 times; mostly to the Forward Operating Bases (FOB). He provided security support for Intelligence personnel and operations. Scott continues to work in the contract security area.
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