For My Brothers

A tear shed for years long past.

Dear Brothers

Some nights, when I sit on that mechanical bus as it rides through the streets of Moreno Valley, I dream of things. I dream of a vast land  surrounded by either a brown or white fence with a tiny house in the middle. 

It's a ranch. 

At the far end is a tiny pen with three goats who give me all the milk I could ever ask for. Sometimes I'm alone, sometimes I have a family. Usually a loyal and loving white wife with a few nice kids. I come home from my dream job of being a professor for a community college and spend the rest of my time with them. We go outside and play ball or chase the dog and let the dry dust kick up behind us. At times I'll break my concentration and look up at the golden hills christened with desert soil and dying shrub that give off that rich California glow in the glaring sun. Some nights, my colleagues will come over and we'll drink wine  in my study room and talk politics and history all night long. 

This is a happy life. 

But then I wake up, and I'm back in in the streets of moreno valley, surrounded by the darkness and degeneration that is modern society.

There is no such thing as happiness any more. It's being taken away from us by an artificial happiness. An artificial happiness that tells us to indulge in our mortal pleasure as see we fit and that any restrictions placed upon us  is an intolerable sin of the highest degree. "Don't listen to people who are not like you or who are not of you. Chances are that anything your primal instincts  tell you 'will not work out' is best not worth toiling over for your own happiness." As if somehow it's inconceivable to exist with someone who has the opposite view points as you do. 

We live in a decadent society.

I come home  to my computer and I'm am bombarded with images of  women. Women with no sense of up or down, showing off pieces of their body parts for the whole world to see. All of them, smiling primates obtaining satisfaction through the joy of playing with bodily fluids. We sit behind our screens and watch this mating ritual take place and we leave our dwellings gazing at all women as being as such. Soon the exception becomes the reality, and the wrong starts to become the right. All things human and pleasant transform into a commodity of primitive pleasure. People being transformed wholesale into mere devices.   

I want peace.

"There is no peace. Indulgence is happiness, and happiness indulgence. Disregard that warmth within you. It is a product of your humiliation. To be pure is to be small, to be filthy is to be loved. Disregard that child within you who knew right from wrong and trade it for 'what is wrong?' and 'who is to say?'"

What have we done?

Men are not even men anymore. They are a mere shells of themselves as they are told that to be normal is to be directed by a woman's unpredictable whims even to the point of frustration. Masculinity is a sin. Homosexuality, a virtue. Any thing that harkens back to the days of old is regarded as something that should be stamped out with utter disdain by the church of the rainbow.

Where are we going?

Once love for the nation was of the highest virtues. Now love to that degenerate lifestyle is of the highest fulfillment. That degenerate lifestyle that fills our prisons  with it's product and commits deplorable acts of violence indiscriminately. They poison our communities with their drugs and diseases with apathy as their sword. Tribal and ritualistic markings all around their body. "This is the highest step you must converse. This culture of filth is the only culture worth attaining. Forget all notions of knowledge and enlightenment and let your mind go black with stagnation."        

All hope is lost.

There was a time when I had warmth, but now that warmth is gone. Oh how I wish I could have transformed that warmth into a burning fire to stem the tide of  degeneracy which I have seen sweep through our land in the last 6 years. Now even that hope is a rotting shell of it's former self.

What could have become

No amount of capital could ever be regained like the one we had then. We had the training, we had the skills, and we had the militancy. And only if I had had my books could we have then truly been complete. Four soldiers taking on the world and fighting the tide of degeneracy with sword and pen. Infusing the masses with a new culture that transforms man's place within the universe from the mechanical to the integral. A fight for an ideal to the true path to happiness as it could only be attained: through the liberty of the spirit. I loved those soldiers. They were the only brethren I ever knew and the ideals that they endowed me with have blossomed forth from inside me into an unstoppable force against hypocrisy. It's roots have grown so deep into my soul that it has brought to life the beating heart of a dead boy who I had once thought was dead. A boy who knew wrong from right but who's only mistake was his inability to speak from his soul against the forces of darkness.   

But it didn't

But alas, nothing came about. We fell from the highest corners of the earth into the abyss of abysmal, primal pleasures. One an alcoholic drunk, the other two escaping the downfall of society through the heroine of the virtual world; never again to converse with one another until the only thing to exist is a mere memory of what we had. A memory even questioned now for its validity of whether or not it existed at all. Now all is left is me, my ideas, and my ability to write so that way you may know there was something here.

That warmth.  

For the Aristocratic soul, I spare this message for you. Do not mourn for the restlessness that society has caused upon you. Do grieve for the heartache you feel for those who have been ripped away from you. Do not even cry for the loneliness you feel when nobody is around to hear your despair. Know that any amount of despair felt by one man is felt by an entire society and that it is a sin for such actions to transverse without due recourse. One day society will have to pay for the sins it has caused against humanity, and most importantly the spirit. Know that that day of reckoning will come as no sin against the spirit goes unpunished. Until then I pray you find others like yourself and form a bond that is of true loyalty and kinship as it is hard to find such love in a society like ours.

Sincerely

Your brother