EVER WATCH AN EMPIRE DIE?

Empires are not about the common people on who’s back and blood empires run.
Empire is about the few privileged on top the pile who live the lives of kings while the common cannon fodder underneath struggle to survive.

Empires are a pyramid scheme, a shell game where the house always wins.
Until the house falls on top everyone in the house.

The both pitiful and aspirating part for one who recognizes when it is happening is watching ones one cares about shove their heads further and further up their asses while cursing you for trying to get them to pull their heads out of their asses so they have a slim chance of surviving the fall of the house of cards.

As has been said:
“History does not repeat itself, but it rhymes”.

One who is in touch with their former lives, one who has lived this fall of a house of cards many times sees the coming fall years ahead.
If one gives a shit about humanity, specially those humans they care about, one tries to warn them.

At which point one is most often labeled crazy.
A newer term is “conspiracy nutcase”.

Most humans are sheep and the jackals have long since figured out how to herd the sheep straight through the slaughterhouse door for the benefit of the few perverted privileged ass holes on top of the pile of empires.

The average sheep fears change.
So the jackals know if they can convince the herd they are heading for green pastures, the dumb bleating creatures will march in lockstep straight through the slaughterhouse doors while angrily attacking any who try to stop their death march.

The jackals provide the sheep with false pride, slogans and chump change crumbs from the tables of the jackals of that which the jackals stole from the sheep in the first place.
And the damn sheep love em for it!

They will even line up and take euthanasia jabs themselves, force the jabs on their own offspring as long as the jackals tell them they love them and will still respect them the morning the sheep will never live to see.

The lucky ones!

Deaths of empires are fearful messy bloody starving times of rape, slaughter, rampant prostitution, despair and hind site.

The true believers in the pied pipers song the jackals sing as the herd march to their deaths die with bewildered shocked looks on their faces.

The lucky ones!

The Revolutionaries United States, a Volunteer union was killed in 1860, replaced with a marxist empire, Communist, in todays language, which the jackals convinced the sheep was for their benefit.

The empire was built on the sheep’s blood and sweat which the jackals lived high on the hog on for generations.

But all empires die.
The ‘United States OF AMERICA’ empire is dying.
No matter how far up their own asses the sheep shove their heads in bleating fear, the empire will die.
As will many of the sheep.

Matthew 7:24-27

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Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:
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And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
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And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:
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And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.”

‘The Fires Burned High And Long Into The Night The Day The Eternal Empire Died’

The crowds called for his head for daring to question the rightness of their culture of war and theft-
For his saying the Empire would die unless, that repentance was their only hope left-

As the mongrel hordes he warned of, battered down the gates of the hallowed home-
Of the evil which dared to temp the gods by surpassing even the evil of Rome-

The fires burned high and long into the night, the day the Eternal Empire died-
The cries of the recently widowed, raped besides the body of their beloved did not subside-

For many a day and night until the sacked Cities were left to the rats and vulture-
The decaying dead were carrion, no living thing left cared about their self pride in their forgotten culture-

The Ole Dog!

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