There is no justice. Or fairness. Or democracy. Or law. Or order. There is only a pack of feral, aristocratic human beings that are seeking dominion of the human race at any cost while the rest of us the domesticated ones sit crouched, huddled, cold, starved, scared, and witless.

This is the Lord of the Flies, the battle of the nations and races. This is Darwinian evolution. The motto is survive if you can. Survive before your politicians-turned-monsters devour the last of your freedoms and chances of leading a long, healthy and happy existence. Survive before you have no more fears left to be exploited. Survive before all references to downwinders or broken arrows or slavery or trail of tears or internment camps or lynchings are erased from our encyclopedias. Survive before clouds of radioactive particles drift over our houses from Divine Strake or Los Alamos National Laboratory or the next toxic release from the local power plant. Survive before another news segment tries to convince us that we will be better off in a world of weapons of mass destruction and torture and nuclear experiments that only the United States has rights to. Survive because no nation head or nonprofit or political or religious leader or institution of democracy will stop this demise of humanity.

You are being told a thousand times that what is wrong is right, and what is right is wrong. Yet there is a voice in you that knows what's wrong. That is the voice of survival. Listen to it.