Rage Against the Machine

Day 2,446, 12:32 Published in Ireland Ireland by Releasethe Krakken



The end of times a eNovel by Krakken

Introduction

The western land, nervous under the beginning change. the Western States, nervous as horses before a thunderstorm. The great owners, nervous , sensing a change , knowing nothing of a change. The great owners, striking at the immediate thing, the widening government, the growing labour unity; striking at new taxes, at plans ; not knowing these things where results not causes. Results, not causes; results, not causes.

The causes lie deep and simply - the causes are a hunger in a stomach, multiplied a million times; a hunger a single soul, hunger for joy and some security, multiplied a million times; muscles and mind aching to grow, to work, to create, multiplied a million times.

The last clear definitive function of man - muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need - this is man. To build a wall, to build a house, a dam and in the wall and house and dam to put something of Manself, and to Manself take back something of the wall, the house, the dam, to take hard muscles from the lifting, to take the clear lines and form from conceiving. For man , unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. This you may say of of man - when theories change and crash , when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national , religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back. This you may show and know it and know it.

This you may know when the bombs plummet out of the black planes on the market-place, when prisoners are stuck like pigs, when the crushed bodies drain filthily in the the dust. You may know it in this way. If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. Fear the time when the bombs stop falling while the bombers live - for every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died. And fear the time when the strikes stop while the great owners live - for every little beaten strike is proof that the step is being taken . And this you can know - fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

...But this tractor does two things - it turns the land and it turns us off the land. There is little difference between the tractor and a tank. The people are driven, intimidated, hurt by both. We must think about this.

One man, one family driven from the land , this rusty car creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a single tractor took my land. I am alone and bewildered. And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the node, you who hate change and fear and revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart, make them hate, fear , suspect each other. Here is the anlage* of the thing you fear. This is the zygote*. For here "I lost my land" is changed ; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate - ' We lost our land'The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. And from this first 'we' there grows a still more dangerous thing: 'I have a little food' plus 'I have none'. If from this problem the sum is ' We have a little food', the thing is is on its way, the movement has direction... This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning - from "I" to 'we".

If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself.......For the quality of owning freezes you for ever into 'I', and cuts you off for ever from the 'we'

- John Steinbeck Grapes of Wrath

The Rage


Nyx Lynx released an article in it she vowed her undie'ing support for MrConway.

Oh how the orcs would have loved this buttk* article by their latest prodigy





You go girl! She would have been congratulated.

Everyone loves it when you try to deceive a person and he stand in front of you and he just slurps up your lies



And the good thing is they will use poor old nyx till she makes her own bid for president one day

tut tut Nyx tut tut

HOW DARE YOU! NYX ! HOW DARE YOU!



You see the deception is Nyx they are not the Frank Underwood above. You sided with the wrong side.

As often told to you orcs the silence is coming there will be nothing after the silence . So enjoy your little victories your just throwing more wood on the flames that will eventually swallow you.

And if the silence dont come one day Krakken will be released a fate much worse than the silence rising from your midst wielding a thousand volts of energy and as he slowly brings it down the energy willl pulse pulse and then it will be waves and waves of the energy of krakken destroying you.

You were warned before you did not heed the warning.

Making Mrconway CP will be one more nail in your eCoffin.


But until that time here is some links to enjoy.
Ghost of Tom Joad - RATM
Miles from Nowhere / I know I have to go - Cat Stevens

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSHtniUl8V4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FCRuE_gGkE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgWP3Qbg2NU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYMSa5PoRK8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdgLMslbDuY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qORYO0atB6g