Not that I’m necessarily looking for any response from humanity – I know that nobody reads these posts. We are all alone in this world. Totally, truly and completely alone. I don’t know why I keep writing this stuff. To get this crap out of my brain before I go completely insane? Or, is it because I want to leave something of myself behind after I’m gone?

Who knows?

Who cares?

What will it matter?

I can feel my soul dying a little each day. I descend a little further into the abyss with each tick of the clock. By writing this, I can scream into the darkness of the pain I feel each minute of each hour of each day. The pain of the suffering of humanity that passes in front of my eyes every second. The death of who we are as a race of beings on this planet is so profoundly sad to me, I can’t even begin to comprehend living any longer. It is something that I would not wish on anyone.

But it doesn’t matter.

Nobody is listening.

Nobody cares.

This world is not ready for what’s coming. All of humanity is watching. Everyone thinks we’re going back to the way it was, pre-pandemic. Nothing could be further from the truth. People won’t be able to cope with it. The less intelligent will look for someone to blame – and that’s already started. Evil is everywhere in this realm. True courage is facing it and calling it out. The evil that dwells among us thrives on fear. And I am too damn tired to be afraid.

What will it take?

The evil that permeates the “People’s House” will have to be purged. It will not go quietly or willingly. It will not accept reality. It will not recognize those that they call enemies, even if they are overwhelming in numbers. The evil’s perception is it’s reality. Nothing else will matter more than it’s own bloated ego. The only way do deal with evil of that depth is to bring it out of it’s lair feet first.

Humanity has to win. The evil is not us. It never will be.

We are humanity.

We are being exterminated.

Some of us have been fighting many battles. And no war comes without great cost to both sides.

Then why do we do it?

Why?

There is no nobility in a battle. Just death.

I’m getting tired of constantly asking these questions. It saps my strength and sucks the life out of my soul.

And I don’t feel like I have much of that left at the moment.

I am filled with a deep and profound sadness that is tearing my heart out. The evil that has beset our country has its knee on our neck.

Why?