August 24, 2007

I'm Not Sad


More revolutions from reality, twerps. Let's think about it. For three or more years we have been out in the open about our designs; north, south, east, and west. And where are we now? The communications have petered out and the Walking Targets have driven themselves underground, hampered by their ideals, not recognizing the true power of their ineptitude. We once could have changed the world with science, space, idolatry, conspiracy, homeliness. And yet we are now reduced to our beginnings, whimpering once more in a primordial limbo of flux and tears, of maturity and mediocrity. The contributions of our core members and chapters have dwindled. Our once waxing empire now wanes - our greatest accomplishment to disseminate our breath inconspicuously. Recruiting has ceased. Civil war is on the horizon and our fantasies have moved inward. We are in the death throws of our existence - not to be dramatic or anything.

I for one will not let this thing die peacefully. What is the point of glorifying futility if you resign yourself to not engaging in the futile? I'm turning on the life support, reigniting the flame in the homunculus heart of the Walking Targets and getting the message out. I've found a new set of fascinations that will capture the imaginations of new members, new minds. I am taking things back to their origins to where science came from. Alchemy. Magic. Fantasy. Wizards. Goblins. UFOs. Unicorns. Hollow Earth. Yetis. Elves. Led Zeppelin! These are fertile beds of rhetoric and discussion. These are the myths and legends upon which modern society and modern archetypes are based. They are the soundtrack to our lives. Escapism refined and the opiate of the masses! I for one am grabbing these reigns to the past , hopping in my time machine, and by god, I'll rule the f*&%in' planet.

This is only a declaration of things to come, a warning shot across the bow of your flagship Complacency. The new Walking Targets are rising and all of you Carl Sagan dweebs better take note. Even if you don't understand.

Lord Elder Grant Matthews of Halgarth