MY DREAM.
The road to salvation isn't smooth or easy to navigate. Peace through justice. Justice through cleansing of the injust, the weak. This cleansing is requisite.
We mustn't leech off of eachother's animosities, but feed off of the weaks' vulnerability. We should never hate; our only interest should be in self perservation. Destruction for survival.
Destruction. Rebirth. Salvation.
More and more, superb regulars are succumbing to the abundant idiocy present in this tragic internet world we call our home. We must gather the weak, the newbies, the foriegners, the haters, the first borns, the power hungry, the spammers, the physically disabled, the simpletons, the fanboys, and the wrongdoers. Because all have contributed to the destruction of the ideals we embrace; a fun, intellectual, and humorous forum. These ideals have rotten - Not a shattered dream, but a shattered reality.
There is no right and wrong, just and unjust. But there is a mile long line that seperates the extremes of such a skewed spectrum. The only way of defining the two extremes is by venturing to the absolute pit of the abyss, and then working your way up to its hilly paramount in the clouds, observing, analyzing, recording along the way.
We must make the true line apparent. This true line is jaded by lies and opinions. A mountian and a pit are difficult to comprehend with a limited perspective - the depth and size and placement of each. Although, step back to view the entire scene, and you'll see it is clearly seperated by a horizon line in the distance.
Step back and observe. There are individuals of a higher caliber above your head, and worse below your feet. Point being, that people's views are skewed - what is right? what is wrong? It isn't that the answers may be wrong, but is the question we are asking.
Does this help us or hurt us?
Self preservation.
True survival is the human heart strippd bear. Here lies the answers we search for. We must destroy the rotten hearts.
Justice. Severe punishment be served to all who rot our ideals and ambitions into a disfigured duality --a reality turned dream. This regimented society run my moderators who have merely punished and failed to observe.
Put power in any man's hands and watch it shape him, rather than him shape it.
The leeching scum must be gathered and destroyed. Slowly, but indefidently. A bullet in the brain can kill, but their body will still rot for years to come. It would be an insidious blow to the enemy, and than they'd decay -- A plan that would be effective. We must grab our enemy by their throats and squeeze the air they've wasted out of their bodies. Their existance will decompose and dissipate into the soft earth six feet under for as long as they've decomposed our beautiful world.
So, the horizon line is our point of refference. I have only helped to capture the essence of what's above and below it.
"A grain of sand and a rock both sink in water."
Thus, they'll all drown, and the rightous will reign supreme in the end.
This is my ambition; my dream. The vicious cycle has taken a turn for the worse, and we must all muster up enough momentum to get it moving in the right direction again.