The Beginning of the End

A piece of artwork drawn by J.S Lynch.

The Engraved Preamble
Lynch posted this:

Decided is not the survival of the individual but that of the select group. Perceived is the willing hand of those with accrued ability, simply put, the few who stand high atop material holding, the Elite.

Economic inequality breeds the social imbalance that brings the Rockerfeller's, Cheny's and Clinton's of our beautiful planet to the dark, smokey back rooms littering the wealth centers of earth. Unknown to the frank-and-file human is the morally void depths of pre-meditated strategic atrocity. Weak chins trade ideas of global strangulation across high thread count table cloths fat with overproduction. Few see and even less act, those who do are drowned with twenty-four hour words of talking heads, an obedient news media.

What exists is a number, growing and shrinking of everything there is to own. This number trades like a commodity, but only to the few that have almost all. These individuals feared nothing but having less than the next parasite in their order. Older than the miracle of farming is the control over the many by the few. An occupation of shadows and promotion of elicited happen stance. Methods of old, 'Divide and Conquer', and tools of new, social media and targeted grouping. Effective as time has shown, the strings of the puppeteer begin to loosen. Necessary to free reign is a provided enemy, an immediate danger demanding high security spending, the expansion of central government and finally the limitation of liberties.

The forgotten feeling of fear tickles these few as it had the royal families of the ninetieth century. The overthrow through violent insurrection, a tribal check and balance to the inequality and depravity of individual condition. The mere idea, cascading out of Eastern Europe during that October, sent the cold abrupt blade of realization up the spines of aristocrats as the Russians felt the very real bayonet. Singularly, the elite experience the far thought that their achilles heel is an ounce of their own medicine. Simple is the fabled ability of the many, coordinated uprising, and the accepted necessity of violence.

Comfort remained, as the elite employed, improved and altered the tools of control. Understanding that with even the hint of sustained mass protest would hinder the very pipelines of profit they lounged atop. It was all accounted and planned for, except the miraculous surging of a power untamable to these string pullers.

Nature rose in a fury akin to the very end of all human existence. With extreme drought, heat, weather, cold and natural disasters, the condition of the many grew closer to the edge of the steep drop into chaos. Urgent, a meeting was called and with full attendance a solution proposed.