The Korean peninsula would benefit from a lack of US involvement. It’s time for Russia, China, South Korea, North Korea, and Japan to move beyond historically tenuous regional relationships and petty maritime border bickering. It’s time to find a solution to nuclear weapons in North Korea without the American Wild Card. It’s time to end the war on the Korean peninsula and remove a foreign military force that abuses the South Korean population, supports crime networks and human trafficking, and destabilizes the peace. War on the Korean peninsula would be one of the great cataclysms of our age. We, as humans, can prevent it from ever happening.
It’s time for America to become one nation among many nations. The false stasis of Pax Americana thoroughly disproved and the prophets of the miserable World Order (their words, not mine) revealed as cynical mouthpieces for their exploitative tribe. They who sold the illusion of stability, progress, liberty, and equilibrium as they handed out small pox blankets and nuclear guarantees.
When we take a good look at the American elite throughout history, we find only the veneer of nobility. Underneath, they are the rot.
Our hallowed elite, sitting in mahogany halls.
We are observed in rot-filled homes forming mutinous mouths.
Our hallowed elite, opinions weighted with fortune.
We are observed in hole-filled streets grasping at the future.
Their walls climb above our heads until they own the sky.
Our lives are bought and sold as holy consumption dissolves on the tongues of the faithful.
Their deaths electrify our minds and topple our world.
Our lives are programs we run to complete blocks of time worth what the market pays.
Our hallowed elite, caressed now by Asclepius.
We are observed in sick-filled offices clutching our pills.
Our hallowed elite, outsource empathy for comfort.
We are observed in our trauma-filled relationships,
We are observed in our anger-filled failures,
We who lack the will to triumph over all beings.
Their halls are the halls we build for them,
Our homes are the homes they told us to build.
Their opinions are the opinions we lend value,
Our futures are the futures they told us we should have.
That’s not right.
Don’t get so caught up in duality, you punks.
That’s a one way ticket to the extremist clown car.
And that’s already plenty crowded enough.
We are hallowed.
Our lives are hallowed.
We are elites.
Our world is what we create.
But every moment is a direction.
And look at the direction we’re going.
I’m dressed for the occasion :-).