This is my first, flawed attempt to describe a situation. Level your
best arguments at it; if the ideas are bad, they should fall. But
keep the vast drugstore of calmatives, along with the dusty tinsel
and tattered flags of your broken world. This is not a phase but a
new age. You can keep the past. We’ll take the future.

In the wasteland of a destroyed city, I and all my friends were
handed our lives. And there remains a chance, however small,
that in a potlatch of destruction we will discover the elusive
national soul. While you hope and pray for a new world, we will
be in the streets answering those prayers. And who answers
prayers, but gods?

BECOME A GOD. FIGHT ON THE SIDE OF THE NEXT GENERATION.

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April 20, 2015