sick of it all

i cant stop dreaming about the police-state. it is consuming me. it is devouring my subconscious. i cant stop dreaming about the end of everything. about the new world orders plans for global domination. about cancer-laden vaccinations and atmospheric seeding. about the dna database and the internet kill switch. about united nations globalization and out of control corporatism. about iranian and chinese electromagnetic pulses. about war between israel and the rest of the middle east. about bloody riots on american streets. about burning down the federal reserve banks. about shooting george soros between the eyes. about launching directed energy weapons onto un-wto-imf headquarters. i cant stop dreaming about the end of everything and in my dreams i am the one who pushes the button. i am the one dreaming of the end of the world. i am the one dreaming of humanitys unstoppable downward spiral. i am the one who cant stop dreaming. i am the one who wants to kill the world. i am the one who wants to declare game over. i am the one who wants to destroy existence. i am the one who is sick of it all. sick of everyone and everything. sick of myself. sick of the world. sick of being sick.

i dreamed i was tupac shakur. i dreamed i was killed by operatives of the new world order. i dreamed i was killed in a drive-by assault. i dreamed i didnt recognize the perpetrators. i dreamed it was another black man. black men. i dreamed it wasnt some buck that i roughed up way back. i dreamed i always got to worry about the paybacks. rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. and i dreamed they took my lifeless body and threw it in the back of a black suv. i dreamed they said i was dead. killed by strangers. killed by operatives. i dreamed they transported my body to a brightly lit room containing charles milles manson sirhan bishara sirhan david richard berkowitz john warnock hinckley jr arthur herman bremer mark david chapman lynette squeaky fromme james earl ray and sara jane moore. and i dreamed invisible hands placed my lifeless body upon a table in the center of the room. and the assassins didnt know who i was. they didnt know i was tupac. they didnt know who tupac was. they were poking my body with their fingers. they were asking one another is he dead? who is he? and manson called me a nigger and squeaky wanted to know if i was dinner. and how they were going to serve me. grilled or fried. chapman was singing the song sexy sadie. sirhan was in the corner kneeling and praying and then complaining he didnt know which way mecca lied. hinckley was angry i wasnt jodie foster. he kept yelling i thought they were bringing in jodie. wheres jodie? i want jodie. berkowitz repeatedly dropped to one knee whispered mr lennon and fired an imaginary .44 caliber at my head. and arthur bremer incessantly cried a penny for your thoughts. and he said a thundering of hooves and out of the western sky came the colored man. and he said never say colored say negro. and here is a negro card. and he was asking the other assassins if i was a black panther. and he repeated several times that his blood is black. he was wrapped in a confederate flag and squeaky continually disappeared beneath the flag to play with his genitals. they didnt know i was tupac. sara jane moore suggested i was malcolm x. manson yelled nigger get your hand out of my pocket. and they continued to poke me and touch my naked body.

then alex jones appeared in the room. he was young early twenties and smiling. he was followed by several men in black. white men in black. goon-looking men with black sunglasses and lacking facial expressions. i dreamed alex jones was a plant. an operative. a cia asset. an fbi informant. i dreamed he was hired by the nwo goons to spread disinformation. i dreamed he was a plant. a seed used to attract dissent. i dreamed he was hired by the new world order to begin documentary filmmaking. to expose the secret cabal of the nwo. to begin a website and attract subscribers. a newsletter and a pod cast. an internet radio broadcast and video news telecast. i dreamed he was a cia asset. a cultivator of anarchists and protestors. a breeder of anti-government activists. i dreamed they used jones to expose their own secrets of eugenics global domination and hegemony. i dreamed they used jones to create websites and subscribers. that they used jones to create a database of seditionists. a database of gun owners and gold and silver hoarders. a database of constitutionalists. a database of citizens living off the grid. a database of citizens disgusted with the establishment. disgusted with the elitists. disgusted with the powers that be.

i dreamed alex jones was a well-paid informant. a well-paid asset of the machine. i dreamed he was the prodigy of the rockefellers bushes rothschilds and gates. i dreamed he was shouting through a megaphone. shouting at my lifeless body. shouting about how they killed another one. about how they were eradicating the world of persons of influence. about how they were going to target biggie smalls next. about how they were attempting to destroy the powerful influences of black hip-hop artists. about how they needed young black males to enlist in the armed forces. about how they depended upon young black males to fight foreign wars. about how tupac was a wrench in their imperialist system. about how they were going to link the assassinations of tupac and biggie as elements and byproducts of turf wars. gang wars. about how they designed the assassinations to trigger feuds between sean combs suge knight crips bloods and other rival gangs. about how they knew no one would suspect anything expect gang wars. about how they knew about the power of persuasion. the power of distractions.

and then vice president dan quayle appeared inside the room. he was ranting about how my rap music had no place in america. that i incited and encouraged violence and mayhem. that i deserved to die. that they were going to target biggie next. that he detested my mother for belonging to the black panthers and believing in black power. i dreamed quayle was expressing the necessity to dismantle hip-hop. to discredit hip-hop. to kill the movement. to eradicate hip-hop from american culture. i dreamed about how quayle said niggers do not deserve to be wealthy or successful. that rappers were abusive killers. that rappers should be silenced. assassinated. and they were using alex jones to attract other successful rappers and their fans. to attract krs-one and chuck d. to attract nas and others. to crucify the rap industry. to kill the truth.

i dreamed alex jones was an agent of the new world order. that he was their ace. that he was disseminating their agenda in order to create a list of dissidents. in order to isolate and track the anti-establishment crowd. the anti-war crowd. the anti-globalists. but it was all a dream. it was always a dream. it is never real. i woke up screaming. screaming in my empty bedroom. screaming fuck you to everyone and everything. fuck you to the cia. fuck you to the fbi. fuck you to fema. fuck you epa. fuck you dhs. fuck you pentagon. fuck you defense department. fuck you cdc. fuck you hhs. fuck you sec. fuck you wall street. fuck you federal reserve. fuck you banksters. fuck you leftists. fuck you neo-conservatives. fuck you irs. fuck you fcc. i just dont give a fuck. fuck the united nations. fuck the wto. fuck the imf. fuck the world health organization. fuck the transnationals. fuck the globalists. fuck the council on foreign relations. fuck the trilateral commission. fuck china. fuck india. fuck russia. fuck iran. fuck the middle east. fuck george soros. fuck bill gates. fuck the rockefellers. fuck the offshore bank cartels. fuck mexico. fuck venezuela. fuck corporatism. fuck hegemony. fuck the bushes. fuck cheney. fuck bill and hillary. fuck rumsfeld. fuck the military commanders. fuck bloomberg. fuck congress. fuck the senate. fuck michael moore. fuck susan sarandon. fuck juan williams. fuck bill oreilly. fuck keith olbermann. fuck bob beckel. fuck Janeane garofalo. fuck rush limbaugh. fuck rachel maddow. fuck sean hannity. fuck al franken. fuck barry soetoro. fuck the religious right. fuck the secular left. fuck the jews. fuck the christians. fuck the muslims. fuck the athiests. fuck humanism. fuck everyone and everything. and holler if you hear me.

cause i just dont give a fuck. i am sick of it all. i am sick of everything. i just wish everyone would shut the fuck up. i wish everyone would commit suicide. i wish everyone would detonate. self destruct. implode. i wish everyones heads would blow up. i wish we could just start over. start from scratch. almost no one is paying attention. and the ones who are paying attention are labeled extremists and conspiracy theorists. most people are sleeping. too busy with careers and affairs. too busy drinking and smoking. too busy watching reality television. too busy reading useless james patterson novels. too consumed with oprahs book club and doctor oz and doctor phil. too consumed with themselves and their appearances. to consumed with other peoples opinions. too consumed with designer clothes and exercising. too consumed with their neighbors affairs. i am fucking sick of everything. i am sick of it all. no one is paying attention. people are consuming government sound bites. pieces of misinformation. half-truths. lies and deceptions. distractions and amanda knox. people arent paying attention. the elderly are only consumed with prescription medications medicaid and medicare. the baby boomers are only concerned with their pensions retirement funds and social security. only concerned with the ups and downs of wall street. the manipulated and engineered ups and downs of the worlds markets. the yuppies are only concerned with their careers. with daycare and masters degrees. with themselves. with their houses and cars. with professionalism and resumes. the yuppies are consumed with themselves. the yuppies are consumed with their self-interests. they are not paying attention. they dont care. they are consumed with their roth iras and 401k deductions. and they too are consumed with the ups and downs of the markets. they dont think about the wars in the middle east. they dont think about fukushima. they dont think about nine eleven. they dont think about the threat of globalism. they dont care about the loss of american sovereignty. they dont care about the devaluation of the dollar. they dont care about the private federal reserve. they dont care about how bayer basf dow monsanto and others are destroying seeds crops and genetics. no one is paying attention. the 18-year-olds are consumed with twitter and myspace and facebook and aim and texting. the 18-year-olds are consumed with oral sex and drugs. the 18-year-olds are consumed with video games malls and homosexuality. the 18-year-olds are consumed with themselves. with fashion and television. with useless movies smart phones and propaganda.

and that is what the elitists want. that is what they engineered. they want us distracted and consumed. they want us ignorant and selfish. they want us enveloped in our careers and digital devices. they want us digesting and regurgitating reality programming. they want us watching football and the x factor. they want us discussing casey anthony and amanda knox. they want us exercising and shopping and watching movies. they want us surrendering our children to daycare and institutionalism. they want us to relinquish all control to mass media government institutions public education and corporatism. they want us to succumb to globalism socialism and communism. they want us ignorant apathetic and complacent. they want us to be useless indentured servants to their global system of wealth power and corporate greed and corruption.