Enjoy Your Retirement, Comrade

Enjoy Your Retirement, Comrade

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(Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace. Amen.)

Today, there are a whole lot of tyrants around, and they usually all come in the disguise of good businessmen. A well-known, unsavoury, character died recently. He was a promoter of the denigration of women, and also a funder of the destruction of innocent human life. His publications were pornographic, and were used to corrupt the morals of generations. When he died, however, the tyrants couldn’t denounce him (he, after all, was their master); but they had to say something to keep the show moving. They couldn’t denounce him, since the inheritors of his fortune would be the new masters, and they’ll be deciding who stays and who goes. They wouldn’t want to loose their job by being intolerant towards the old master. Furthermore, they’re own acceptance of his ideas – the use of the human body as a play thing for sexual gratification – had so corrupted their use of reason that they blindly blurted out the first things they were prompted to say. And they said it.

If you are a deemed ‘a good businessman’, with a ‘good business model’, then anything whatsoever is acceptable. Have you not heard about how wonderful the first Autobahns were? After all, everyone is still benefiting – are they not? And did everyone not have bread, while Siberia was only for the worst cases?

Such was the case in question; the promoter of the destruction of the natural moral law was a hailed a ‘good businessman’. The fact that his millions were made on the back of this destruction was not taken as problematic. The fact that social chaos has erupted as men and women have been coerced into the destruction their own difference, was also not seen as a portent to humanity’s own suicide. The fact that humanity is firmly set on that trajectory, with the demographic winter growing deeper and deeper, seems to have passed the so-called ‘young professionals’ bye. Making money from the promotion of disorder upon disorder is simply seen as ‘good business.’ And, of course, no-one wants to stop the party. They’re too drunk with the victims blood to care now; and they believe that they are superhumans – superior to those who breed by like rabbits. The new-gnostics are planning in secret the end of the weaklings for the sake of the god-economy. Toys for everyone (who is not ‘in-the-club’). Sacrifices, you know, are necessary in every religion, so why not make it clean and efficient. Just a little medical procedure – with big bucks for the winners.

And where were the defenders of the victim? No where to be seen, because they too had been seduced by the poison of contraception and pornography. They too had seen their faces in the mirror of truth, and lied to themselves as to how they had become this tyrant too. Dead unborn babies? Pass the bucket, Serbian style, just in case the baby screams when it sees the light of day. The truth of the Capitalist-Communist, left-right, conflation was too much for them. The truth of their fallen human nature was too painful, so they had to flee into more absurdities. As an honest man said: ‘I was once a communist, but now I’m enjoying my early retirement – on the nudest beaches.’

He got you, Comrade – by the proverbials!

Hopefully, by God’s grace, this infamous ‘businessman’ fled his wicked ways at the end. If not, his eternal retirement will be anything but enjoyable.

Domine, aurem tuam ad preces nostras, quibus misericordiam tuam supplices deprecamur, ut animam famuli tui Huge, quam de hoc saeculo migrare iussisti, in pacis ac lucis regione constituas et Sanctorum tuorum iubeas esse consortem. Per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.

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