New York – Anton Martin Smith Writer

by Anton martin Smith antonmartinsmith@gmail.com or martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I don’t know why they all can’t see it.

My twisted angel Bukowski was correct in what he said a few years ago:

‘About something small they protest wildly, but about wasting their entire lives they don’t even batt an eyelid’.

Yes I agree with you – it is hard to believe – but yes he was definitely one of mine.

Contrary to your popular media – my angels are not all harp-playing-ephemeral-floating-singing-clichés.

When I send one down I go with the ‘when in Rome’ thesis of blending in.

I have many a ‘drunk truth teller’ like Charles Bukowski in my ranks.

For how could I get to the people that need me most of I didn’t?

But of course, I didn’t make the Earth for it to end like this, the way it is now.

I made trees, rivers, seas, jungles, and endless savannahs.

I gave a warm sun to heat, melt and grow things as where needed.

I filled them with tasty animals and fruits for them to eat without much effort.

I made things just hard enough to catch so that my children would get enough exercise.

I made things just dangerous enough so that they would not get bored.

I made plenty of unfenced land so that if somewhere was bad, there would be many better places to go to.

I made the land large and the people scarce so there would be no need to ever be forever-crowded.

In short – I made a sustainable paradise full of bounty and freedom for all.

But my adversary (of course) had other plans.

He wanted concrete instead of rocks.

He wanted false indoor light instead of the sunlight.

He wanted to stack people on top of each other in concrete encasings so they would fight.

He wanted to put a lock on the bountiful food and land.

He wanted men to be women and women to be men to kill marriage and sacrifice children.

He wanted work that felt like work but produced nothing but strange enslaving symbols.

So as we negotiated terms I said to him:

Ok I will agree to the game – we will see how they play – whoever’s ideas are the best will win.

You can have whoever you convince,

And I will follow the same rules and have who I convince.

I am sure people will prefer water from a waterfall that a bottle.

I am sure people will prefer sunlight to harsh glowing tubes.

I am sure men will not want to act like women and vice versa.

I am sure people will realise their strange symbols and wasted time will make them fools.

I am sure people will prefer freedom of movement to concrete laden bustling cages.

Sure you’ll ensnare a few, that goes without saying.

But a house of cards must always fall.

My adversary took the bargain.

He was happy to simply have a chance to destroy and steal a few souls.

He knew he could never beat me – after all I allowed him to exist at all.

He – as the negotiations closed said – ‘you never know, through some strange twist of fate I might somehow win’.

He has super-intelligence but little wisdom you see.

As if he could ever beat myself – it is quite laughable indeed.

So the deal was done – we would let a game play out and it has.

Now many millennia later – we are almost entirely done.

But it would be remiss of me to not share some worries.

I am a little worried about how things are going right now.

I never thought he’d succeed in making his cities so large.

He kept saying with shameless glee as he watched over the mega-cities.

“Grow my prettys grow – look at them live on top of each other – ain’t it grand?”

“The Economy is stealing their days so beautifully”

“They all believe in their Careers – especially my beloved army of Girl-bosses”

“I can’t believe I am taking their lives away so easily”

“The light behind their eyes is so beautifully dulled that I could cry”

“I cannot believe the men are like corrupted women and the women are like corrupted men”

“All I had to do was broadcast a web of lies, coral them into small spaces, then give them cash, drugs & sex”

“I’ll take this easy victory while I can”

So I have had to intervene – while still playing within the rules.

I will beat him at his own game.

I have made London, Paris, Melbourne & New York a special kind of hellhole.

I’ve decided to let his foot-soldiers – the ‘feminist girl-bosses’ have ‘free reign’ on all of those cities.

Vice of all types will bloom but not for no good reason.

Those cities will fall so quickly it will serve as a beacon of warning to all others.

A high-tech modern-day rerun of ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’, if you will.

So then the ‘Return of Eden’ can swiftly return.

And my enemy can admit his inevitable inglorious defeat.

And he will say “I lay aghast – I was beaten by my own foot-soldiers of glorious death”.

And I will say “I told you so – why did you question me at all?”.

And he replies:

“I’m an evil bastard – I couldn’t help it – Oh well at least I’ll always have London, Paris, Melbourne and New York”

To which I replied “But only because I let you you low-wisdom fool!”.

The evil one knowing the truth then painfully retreated and relented remorsefully.

“I admit defeat. Thank you for the collateral damage – it was a delight – & I’m really gonna miss the M.C.G the most”.

And then as he sloped away to his prepared eternal fiery dungeon he looked over his shoulder and said one more thing:

“That strategy of sending Bukowski first and the Girlbosses second – that really was a masterstroke”.

I just nodded quietly – after all I always knew things would play out this way – after all I did create the place didn’t I?.

And now we all live in paradise in New Eden, well a fair few of us do anyway.

The rest are at a fiery M.C.G. with their false idol still enjoying the bread & circuses – they still don’t know they’re in hell.

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I reckon most females in cities go get a new boyfriend in exactly the same way they’d go buy some new shoes. Inevitably she wears out them & throws them away for the next edition. Call me cynical, but I reckon I’m right. I guess its the same for males, although not entirely as females tend to be the “choosers” (but not always if females outnumber males).

This is why the birth rate has dwindled or has a tendency to – all that is happening is that the industrial consumerism culture in big cities also spilled over into relationships. The effect was entirely predictable & was always gonna happen.

This is why I think that big (western at least) cities aren’t sustainable & require mass immigration to ensure the correct amount of younger people are being brought into the system/city.

Then what happens is the city degenerates into crime & disorder because the non western elements prefer to set up their own sectarian enclaves.

Eventually with this tendency of big cities to end up in a inhomogeneous, weakened & uncooperative state, the city falls to an singular ethnic invading force & the cycle happens all over again.

There is the possibility that the city falls to a singular invading force from within as well. Perhaps this is what we are seeing in cities that have hugely embraced far left ideology – also known as ‘Cultural Marxism’.

When that happens I believe these cities are devouring themselves, which further weakens the city & still paved the way to a more homogeneous much stronger invading foreign population.

*cough* *cough* Melbourne *cough* Wellington* cough *Portland* cough* London* cough* Paris* cough New York…..*cough* *cough*…what next? We should recognise the danger we are in the middle of & work on ways to reverse it. Or perhaps this is just our destiny – to be taken over by a more stable, balanced & sensible lot.

We do live inside the pages of History, after all, don’t we? This no doubt means we will get what the pages of History have already dished out a myriad of times before……..I wonder if this means cities like Melbourne, New York will do then?

Perhap’s while fleeing the apocolyptic helfire, they’ll think to themselves “Hmm maybe we shouldn’t have sacrificed our men for fine dazzling overpriced shoes” ……

…..But I doubt it.

…..BUT…..we must remember this too…..

We need not follow the madness of crowds…..

We can look inside our souls to find the answer….& decide that we’d rather be decent, balanced & on the path to well-being….

I’m on that journey, & if you’re reading this…then so are you…lets wish ourselves good luck in evading the millions of soul-sucking zombies, whose natural habitat is a a big city….that are all sewn together like siamese twins in that amorphous dark cloud the psychologists have called ‘group identity’!

…..of course there are many many awesome people in Big Cities….this article has been mostly about ‘exaggeration for effect’, this is not be a “a-hole” to city dwellers – I am merely trying to point out that the bigger a city you live in, the more social problems there are @ the more atomised a life can be if one doesn’t guard against it. . .Cities can be great, but I think they are best served in small doses.

Tag: New York

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