Spoiled teenagers who live in the First world. A comfortable living standard. They never have known poverty, never have known hunger, never have known true oppression. I wish we could send them to Myanmar and give them an education in what greed, power, and corruption really looks like.
Yeah! Put the rich people to death! The CEO's! The doctors and lawyers and pilots! Shame on them for making all that money by the sweat of their brow! Why can't people who do nothing but look at porn on 4chan, play Call of Duty, and eat potato chips and beer all day make that much money?
I just deleted one comment because I just copy/pasted some random nonsense from some Black Metal kook because I was in a bad mood and didn't feel like having to sit down and talk politics. But hey, if you're curious, heres what I posted:
"Once upon a time, in another world and another place out there in space.
I was young and curious, sought and searched for answers to the most unbelievable questions. I grew up in a noble family and was educated to become a knight. I traveled far and searched for honour and fame - like all knights do. I found both, but I never found happiness. There was too much injustice and cruelty out there for me to be happy. It is only the fools who are happy.
Famous and honoured as I was, I thought it my duty to end all injustice in the world. I knew it was the gods who were behind this and therefore decided that I should find them and crave answers to why they were so cruel and unfair. Why they let young boys get cut down on the fields of battle; why they let innocent infants die of disease in the crib; why they let plague and sickness ravage; why they let some live like slaves their whole life, only to die filthy and old in their beds. Why were they so cruel?
With my big headed ego I therefore one early morning trampled down to the most wise man in my home-town. I hammered impudent on the door with an iron glove and announced loud and clear that I wanted his service.
"Where are the gods?"
He was (dressed in a nightgown) astonished, not only by my bearing, but also by my question.
"Where are the gods?"
He repeated my question to himself. He pointed towards the heavens and said:
"But I want to talk to them. I have a question for them. Are they never here on earth?"
"It is a long time ago since the gods wandered among us."
He bade me indoors and his servant (who also had been aroused by the commotion) served us food and drinks.
"There once was a time when the gods themselves wandered on earth. They descended from the heavens in their shining wagons and altered everything that existed. Mankind was destroying the whole world. They had burned or cut down all the forest, they had fished all the fish in the sea, they had killed all the animals that existed and the soil which they grew grain on was emaciated. There were too many humans, and all had become bandits. The smoke from the chimneys polluted the rain and made it dangerous to drink. The ocean, lakes and rivers died. The growth and plants, birds and animals that were not already dead because of the humans died too. Even the humans got trouble with breathing the air, which because of the funeral pyres was thick and heavy.
The gods therefore descended to make order. To give life back to our planet. They burned the cities and slaughtered humans in tens of thousands. Lightning and flames rained down upon the fleeing masses. The sea washed up on the land and pulled humans back with it into the deep. The wind blew them away and crushed them against the ground. Mountains collapsed, some over the cities. The whole world lay in ruins. Ashes, mud and rocks, sea and glowing lava had covered everything. Only vestiges of the old world peered over it.
The gods then created a new world and let some people from the old world live there, but to prevent that the humans again demolished the earth they placed Guardians among them. Thereafter the gods traveled back to the heavens. No one has seen them ever since."
"But I must speak with the gods. I must meet them"
"Then you must speak to a Guardian. Find a Guardian. Perhaps he can help you?"
"Where are these Guardians? How may I get a hold of them?"
That I do not know. They are invisible. They only see, they can not be seen."
Once again I ventured out in the world, not to win honour and fame, but to confront the gods with their wrong doings. I intended to march into Valhalla itself and point accusingly at Odin, while I put forth my allegations, questions and criticism. "Why are you so unfair and cruel? Why!?" Very content with my noble goal I therefore left to find a Guardian. I searched high and low, in old ruins from the old world, in high towers and deep caverns, in murky forests and over wild seas. There were no Guardians to find. No one who knew where the gods were. No roads ascending to the heavens.
I was traveling for many years. One follower after another felt down. Some were killed in combat against goblins and trolls, dragons and bandits, other fell like rocks down from high mountains and walls, some were victims of plague and sickness, others just died. I do not even remember anymore how and why they all died. There were so many in the end. My anger only increased. My aggression towards the gods only accelerated in strength. They did not even care to give me an answer!
In the end I lay there on the ground myself, wounded and dying. Exhausted and weary, dejected and in despair. It all had been without meaning. Without a solution. Without an answer. Without a cause. It all was going to end in the mud, where I lay. Bloody and vile. Alone among dead humans that I soon were to join.
It was then that I saw her. A fair being on a white horse. Smiling, almost laughing, she slowly rode towards me. My vision was double, the horse had eight legs. She laughed at me:
"Hold on if you can."
I did not understand what was happening, everything was so unreal. But, somehow I got up on my legs, and suddenly I was sitting there behind her on the horseback. The horse galloped away as soon as I got a grip around her. In my condition it was not easy to gather everything that happened, but it seemed as we were riding upwards, upwards and ever upwards. Towards the heavens. I clenched to hold on. It went so fast. After a while I hung in a vertical position after the horse. The hands clenched around the hips of the fair woman, but I lost the grip ever more. I cried out. In despair, but also with the hope that she would help me. But she did not help me.
"Hold on if you can."
She nearly grinned it to me again, teasing. There was no compassion, no help. Nothing. I screamed and screamed. I lost my grip around her hips and slid slowly backwards, with my fingers at the horses back and behind. In the end I hung after the horse's tail. Straight out behind it, on its wild race over the heavens.
Everything was silent. There was no other sound but my own screams, and the woman's teasing "Hold on if you can" that rung back and forth in my head. It was not cold, nor warm. I was no longer heavy in my body, but nor was it light. Time somehow stood still. We only rode towards the light up there. Silently. I do not know how long it all lasted. The light enclosed us entirely after a while and the horse began riding downwards again. But I could not endure anymore, I had no strength left. I could not hang on anymore and let go. No! No! No!
But suddenly there I was. I had let go even as we landed. I lay on the ground. The horse stood there. The woman - still smiling and teasing. More fair men and woman assembled. They were so light they shined. Not fair as us, but even lighter.
"Bring him here" I heard one of them say.
"Where am I?" I heard myself say. I was in the process of waking up. There was somebody there.
"You have arrived" said a voice.
I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a large room. The walls, the ceiling, the floor and furniture were all white. Soft and white. Comfortable white. The sheet was also white. A fantastic beautiful woman stood there with a clever smile. "I shall announce that you are awake" she said and left the room.
My mail coat, sword and gloves, pants and everything else I had brought lay beside the bed on a white stool. Newly washed and cleaned, repaired and in good condition. I searched my body and understood that it as well had been repaired. The wounds were healed. There was not even a scar to see, and no bandages.
The door opened again and a woman peeked in. "You may come now" she said. "Get dressed and come out." I wanted to ask her how long I had slept, but she was too fast and closed the door. I dressed and remembered why I was here.
Outside the door a corridor led me down to a large door. The woman that escorted me said to me that "Now you are here." As if she new why I was here. I swallowed heavily and braved myself to knock on the door. She smiled at me as I peeked at her uncertainly. "Come in" it sounded. What else could I do?
A vast hall opened itself before me. Straight ahead there was a large throne, wherein Odin himself sat. Around him sat and stood many other gods, in a crescent towards me. They were all fair and wonderful, tall and healthy. They had no faults. No visible flaws. Some bore serious facial expressions, other smiled at me. Even Odin smiled too. "Now, what does this young sir want?" he said with a false sounding strict voice. He still smiled. I felt rather small where I stood. My great ego was suddenly not that great anymore. My great self-confidence was suddenly not so great anymore.
"Well" it nearly peeped out of me.
"According to my papers you have an accusation towards us" said Odin, and demonstratively flipped through some papers. He acted irritated, but even so gave me a feeling of security and confidence. Nothing could go wrong here. Here was nothing to fear. I was safe.
And so it came, the accusation. In detail. I told about how unfair life was for some people, how cruel for others, how undeserved certain people found happiness and how undeserved others did not. I spat out one accusation after the other to a patient gathering of gods, and ended my prosecution with a why!? Odin was not stirred. Nor any of the other gods seemed stirred.
"You ask us hard questions. To answer them I must know what you already know about earth and life on earth. For example, do you know whence the humans come?"
"Yes I do. We are your children. We are the children of the gods."
"And whence do you think the water spirits come, or the fairies and dragons, goblins and trolls?"
"I do not know."
"Let me tell you a story" said Odin. "A long story, that you might not understand."
"Try me." I had won back my self-confidence.
"There was a time when neither goblin nor troll, dragons or fairies existed. Only men and animals, only plants and mountains, ocean and heaven. Mankind had wagons to pull themselves, they had tamed vast birds that flew about in the wide world. They had dwarves forge them food, so they needed neither fields nor farmers. They raised towers that nearly reached the sky, and delved caverns so deep the flames from the inner earth came out and burned them. Ashes and smoke poured out and enveloped the cities. The animals got lost in the darkness of the smoke. The fish in the sea drowned. Birds fell as rain from the heavens, gaunt and lifeless - some with humans on their backs. Plants decayed and the earth was no longer fertile. Mankind had forgotten the gods"
"It was then that you descended and destroyed the old world?" I interrupted.
"Yes, it was then we had to descend and destroy the world of men. Because they had forgotten why they were on the earth and why they were humans. They had forgotten what they were to become and who's children they were. They married animals and had children with them. In the end there were almost no humans left; they had all mixed with animals. Only some few people were left, but also these lived like animals. It was but a matter of time before all our children would completely disappear. We had to intervene."
"But with so much cruelty? Did you have to let mountains fall over the cities? Did you have to let the ocean swallow the human masses? Did you have to let the flames burn those who were left? I have myself seen towers from the earliest times, that jag up from the earth. They are still black with soot on the inside. How many had to die?"
"It is often that someone must die so that others may live. The earth is created for our children, for humans, and all other creatures, animals and plants, fish and fowl, everything is created by us for the humans. So that man could live and grow. It was us who created the earth, it was us who placed her where she is now, between the warmth of the sun and the chill of space. We do with our creation as we want. What we have created we have the right to destroy as we see fit."
"But what about men? What about your own children? Have you no concern for them, no compassion or good wishes?"
"Children are unruleable. They often do what they themselves want, and not what their parents ask them to. What we did was to save our last surviving children from extinction, by forcing them to live differently. By forcing them to live like they should. By forcing them on to that road that leads ahead. By forcing them on the right road. We took some of the animals and from them we created new species and races. We created trolls, large, strong and stupid, to force men to fear the forest. We created goblins to give them something to varnish themselves on. The goblins are uncomfortable when they think, they therefore prefer the fight, because then they do not need to think. They hate the humans because they are themselves fallen humans. They are ugly and small, dark and foul, violent and dangerous, stupid and unwitted. But they have a purpose, like trolls, dragons and other creatures they force men to noble deed. We replaced the old and sick world with a world that gave humans a chance to become something more."
"That does not explain why you let young boys die before they get the taste of the fruits of love! Why you let infants die of sickness in their cribs, why you..."
"Yes, yes" He interrupted me. "Yes, it does explain all this too. Mankind needs to be strong, to face future challenges it must be strong. Is it then so wrong to let the weakest die, so that in fact the rest has an opportunity to survive the future? If everyone were to live everyone would die. Now only the weakest die, so the rest may live. And how noble are not the youth that storm forth and crash down dead on the battlefield before they have even tasted the fruits of love? Would the rest of the world ever know how good blood their family had, if not these boys had proved it with their noble deed? Would their mothers ever get the chance to refine their consciousness without this loss of a son? Is not the good man a man who has taught himself to tackle pain and to be able to imagine others'? Women's tears are like red gold; her pain refines her consciousness.
All the pain and suffering, all the hardness we put you through is to your own good. Without this you would once again become low life, without this you would again let the stupid and weak decide the development of the world. Without war it is impossible to unveil the cowards, and because of that the cowards get as much to say as the brave if there are no wars. Man becomes coward, mixes with animals and forgets the gods and the creed of the gods. What are we then to do with men, we have after all created them for a reason. We have created them so they shall become better, not so they shall become animals.
Look around, look at us. We are your parents. We created you. We want like other parents that you shall become like us. Just as beautiful, just as intelligent, just as strong, just as good, just as honest, just as tall, just as fair, just as creative, just as brave. You can become what I am, but then you must do as I tell you to. You must understand the necessity of the tests we put you through. No beauty comes without pain. No strength comes without hardness. Nothing noble spawns without misery."
"But why have you not told this to us? How was I supposed to know that everything that happens, no matter how gruesome and unfair it may seem, has a meaning?"
"It has no purpose. That you must understand yourselves. That is a part of our goal with you, that you shall learn to think for yourselves. You must understand on your own, without us having to tell you what is right or wrong. You have our blood; listen to the voice of the blood, listen to your intuition. Those of you who understand will guard the others, tell them what is right and wrong, and see to it that development happens as it shall."
"Is that your Guardians? But where are they? Where are these Guardians? I have sought them for years, but never found any!"
"Are you sure about that? The whole time you have searched for something you have had with you all along, in your own baggage. You must understand that you are a Guardian. A Guardian of life, a Guardian of the children of the gods. A Guardian of customs. A Guardian because you react to what is unfair and gruesome, a Guardian because you dare to travel up here, all alone, even to the gods to ask questions about our treatment of human kind. We can feel safe when we know that men are cared for by such as you, you will watch over them. You wish the best, not only for you, but for all of humanity. You will fight for people who would rather see you dead. You will fight for somebody who would fight to come first in line when you were to be stoned or hanged. You will fight for somebody who does not even deserve to lick your boots clean. But, albeit you will fight for them. You will fight because your own spirit says to you that; "forgive them, they do not know what they are doing". It is not their fault that they are like this, but you know that it is your responsibility to make their children to become something more - and then you must also fight for them. One can not hate a plant because it can not grow in dry sand, but one can take its seeds and plant them in fertile soil.
The female Guardians are too proud to defile themselves, the male too proud to lust for defiled women or others' wives. All the Guardians are noble, and always grow more noble as their lives stride forth. Some even crave answers from the gods, when they see the sufferings of man. And some get answers. Like you have today. The best of them become gods themselves, get to enter our halls and live with us like equals."
This was what I remembered. After this I had been led back to my room. I became sleepy and laid down to sleep. I was back in the mud, still just as battered and dying. But a young maiden had heard my cries and her parents came to my rescue. I survived. I got to live.
Oft I wonder if it all just was a dream, a dying man's delusions, but it hits me anyhow that they were totally right. The gods told me what was right. I got a whole new perspective on life, and I hope also that others will learn from what I have told. You can not smell what I smelled when I was there, you can not see what I saw, you can not know how my travel to the heavens was - but you can try to imagine.
And so it was that I found a guard in the end, that could show me the path to the gods and explain to me why the world was like it was. Why the old world had to end and be replaced with a new and a more healthy one. How you in your world got a hold of my story I do not know, and neither do I know how your world looks like, but I hope my story may help you know what you are going to do with and what you are going to do in that world you live in, so that man may prosper, grow and thrive in accordance with nature and the laws of the gods."
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