The Money
It was anger that drove him originally. Anger and a resolve that he wasn't going to allow them to fuck him this time.
Fool.
He started digging around. Found out who owned what. Who were the directors. The trustees. Which Governor appointed which Chairman. Started checking Chairmans across the state. Found all with political dealings.
The sheer vastness of the conspiracy crushed him. It was only a dead morbid sense of curiousty that kept him digging. Kept him writting and searching. The chains were tangled. Intertwined barely. It was the little footnotes. The headline proclaming who was appointed. Later a note as to support of a Church construction. Organizations tied one to another. When the governor was the presidents brother you knew he had pull, and could be pulled.
When you saw the money. The vast amount being drained off to support infrastructure. Much of it created by the vast thing itself. When you realized how blind the people were to how it worked. It struck you. You were a fool. Now you are not. But who would believe it. The reams of information tying it all together wouldn't be understood by those most effected. Sure you could tell them they were being ripped off. That would piss them off. But when you told them how. They would just laugh. After all who can fight it.
The thing had lost the ability to sustain itself. It had cheated, and lied, and stolen all it could. It had credited itself, and sold itself so many times over no one would ever settle dispute to it. It found new avenues through stealing from the lowest of the low. It took these and spread them. It enacted laws within itself allowing for more stringent safeguards against attack. These most often being aimed at its own inhabitants. It created law after law further infringing on everyones rights. Then lied, saying "who could blame them. Look at the dead". All the while it had created many more dead than the things they fought could have ever amassed.
It was a master plan. A frame work for world conquest. The money tied it together. Gave it power. And it excercised that power terribly in its own lands. No one would believe it. My sanity would be questioned. My family taken from me. Possibly jail AKA mental health help. What police officer could you ask to arrest even one of the perpetrators. What lawyer would take the case2. They were part of it. If they even understood what you were saying they would roll their eyes at each other knowing you don't bite the hand that feeds you.
And after tearing yourself up inside over what you know. How you could stop it. What you should do. You realize it cant be stopped. At least not in anyway you would want. You realize your part of it also. That making it stop would be to destroy it. To destroy it would be destroying yourself so to speak. It had drawn all in its path into its wake with destiny. Sure you could pack up now and run in fear. Sure to run again another day. But what then?
The economy depended on slavery. You wouldn't call it slavery. An easier term would be taxation. But in due process one was held and detained. Easily one could argue the constitutionality of occurences. Yet here again was the beauty of the beast. They owned it. They decided. They dictated from on high. Sending down the word as to be followed as law. Laws stealing from the poor. From those foolish enough to get caught.
From hookers, to pimps, to drug dealers, to drunks. Every law providing the beast an inroads into your affairs. Into your home. Your life. Taxing you mentally as well as physically. Often leaving ruined lives in its wake. These funds helped support the machine. The thing it had become. And it created jobs in a land with no jobs. It said unto itself. "These shall be prisoners. So these shall be their guards." And it was so and the economy prospered.
Then it needed more fuel to prosper. It said unto those who were not prisoner or guard. "Give me taxes so those who have created evil shall be kept the length of their time". And those who were asked did. They either agreed with the idea or were afraid of it by now. Enough so they kept their mouths shut. And those who didn't pay allowed inroads into their lives by it, and it harmed them and took them to the courts to be persecuted.
From this more wealth came to drive the thing that was once a pure idea, destined to fail because of it creators own impurity. Making it an impure idea. So forward it went. Yelling from all its mouths how great things were. How good it was to be here. What a wonderful thing it had just done. And all the mouths spoke as one. Saying much the same thing so as to dull the ears and mind and make one fall in wisdom.
All the eyes it brought to bear on any it found like a tick. Then it sought to crush all who asked of it. Preferring only those who gave. Soon all its ears began to group in one area and listen to a small group. They offered riches and wealth, and more power if they would just be allowed to fight a new evil. a new way to control those lesser beings who have no rights to think for themseleves. It agreed. More wealth would be good. And with a shutting of its eyes it said to all. "I see nothing wrong. All is well. No one is opressed here. None suffers. If they do they deserve it because they are lazy."
Then all the things nearest its ears began to cheer. Yelling louder and louder until those multitudes further away cannot be heard. Soon those in the distance tire of screaming. A lone voice often being explaned away as a gnat. With its ears filled with the cheers it shuts its eyes. Accepting what it cannot see as truth. What it can hear as fact. It hears a bargain being struck. A talk of a part of it not needed. That wealth would increase should we take this thing from it and sell it. Decay death despair are unknown to it. It doesnt think, only lurches forward.
The corpse corrupted. It had become a corpse. A rotten thing waiting the final decomposition. A filth ever nasty. Maggots crawled through it. Wallowing in its filth. Happy fat maggots. They moved to and fro pleased with the turn of things. Wondering why everyone else isnt as happy as them. With each passing day they grew fatter and more bloated. Soon they worked their way to the ears and promised much should they be protected. should we perhaps enslave more of those things we cannot see or hear. perhaps we should take more of what they have. Maybe if they have nothing we shall make them go away. No time for those with nothing. More for us.
Trembling through the corrupt framwork of the thing set into motion. A new law sprang forth. A new edict. Another slap upon the idea's origin. Freedom stripped with nary a cry. Happily they set forth daily to become what they hated. Protecting a place of world domination. Meaning failure eventually.
