Beware the Saccharin of the Mind

Beware, the saccharin of the mind.

To try and be a serious proselytizer for a Real Revolution would appear to be the supreme fool’s game.

In the City I hear, “The end must justify the means,” and as usual, they stopped too soon, or went too far.  It should read, “The end must justify the means, or at least be ‘end-to-remember.’”  (i.e., an end-what-am-an-end; and end that will make a line backer forget the signal; an astounding end, such that it would make anyone forget any reservations regarding the so-called “means”).

In the City, many believe that when lust knocks, love will answer.  (Right: Sweat dials, and Incense says, “Hello.”)

While others amuse themselves with discussions of Man’s purpose being the “conquest of nature,” or the “conquest of one’s self,” the Revolutionist is busy actually engaged in the conquest of the useless, and the boring.

J.