In spite of what the mighty goodthink-streaming discord-seeding Misdirection Machine ceaselessly spouts the things it deems our struggles to be aren't by any means what they're about. They're not about black vs white left vs right or anything so gaslight radiatingly fake. What they're about is us vs Them the point-oh-one percent — about us ever getting a close-to-fair shake. This being the case it's no wonder artificial attention-shepherding populace-splintering wars of diversion are continuously waged by the money-power's officer knaves and its armies of witless useful-idiot bots; are continuously staged to divide and distract the unwary grunts from the smouldering fact that at the direction of demons up top economic and spiritual repression are wielded with a zeal akin to possession against us superfluous serfs they want dead; we 'useless eaters' they'd wished hadn't bred. Despite being rigorously drilled to suppose that nothing matters so much as combating a steady succession of notional foes — foes our programmers make nakedly clear it's our duty to loathe and fervently fear — what reality reveals is the ironclad proof that the battle that matters is right vs wrong not the ruse of illusions we're spoonfully fed; that the conflicts that count are deceit vs truth goodness and light vs darkness and evil and tyranny's truly immutable threat to unalloyed joy and god-given freedom. The cause of our division is never what we're told. It's not this or that ism or young vs old; not things like religion or political leanings nor things like sex or age or race. What divides us is us naively believing the ever-deceptive fiends at the helm who tell us such lies to keep us in place at war with each other instead of with them. It's not about the hustle of right vs left or which puppeteered party we back; it's not about white brown or black about this creed or that or even alphabet-gendered women and men. It's all about top vs bottom good against bad and mad vs sane — it's all about us vs Them. Unwaveringly true to the fools the fates have us play in this life sadly we slice and dice ourselves into tribes at the stealth behest of our rulers; into tribes shrewdly maneuvered by the-powers-that-be to prevent we-the-plebs from uniting and fighting the possessed point-oh-one percent.
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"What divides us is us naively believing
the ever-deceptive fiends at the helm
who tell us such lies to keep us in place
at war with each other instead of with them."
It's a well-oiled machine, isn't it? Perfectly portrayed.
People, wake up and smell the stink.
Very good, once again!
"sadly we slice and dice ourselves into tribes
at the stealth behest of our rulers"
"the possessed point-oh-one percent"
Yes and yes.