Who Are The Terrorists? The Meaning of Terrorism
The Weapons of Terrorism. . .
If I were a terrorist who wanted to destroy the United States; this is what I would do:
I would outsource all your jobs to a communist nation,
And then I would outsource even more jobs to a caste system nation.
I would price your children out of one day buying a home.
And then I would take away all of your homes.
I would make saving money all but impossible due to low interest rates,
Forcing you all into debt at much higher interest rates.
I would devalue your currency by printing more and more money,
While handing all the newly printed notes to my accomplices.
Privacy? Privacy would have no meaning here.
I will install a camera on every street corner.
I will wiretap all of your phones.
I will encourage each and every one of you spy on each other,
And I’ll further encourage you all to report the juicy details at my front desk.
Rest assured my hand will always be checking your bags, your purse, and your pants.
By deception you shall make war,
And by perpetual war I shall drain all your resources and life.
Today, we have a new enemy to fight.
Tomorrow; that same enemy is our friend, with yet another enemy we must battle.
I’ll proudly exclaim that spending for war is your patriotic duty,
While at the same time lining my own pockets.
I will see to it to make your vacation time as unpleasant as possible,
At every airport, I will have officers fondling your underpants.
We’ll be making the experience so unpleasant and time consuming,
You’ll soon be wishing you took the bus.
Don’t worry, in good time you’ll soon be too poor to have a vacation anyways.
Divide and conquer will be the name of my game.
I will divide by race.
I will divide by religion.
I will divide by class.
I will divide by gender.
I will divide by race by portraying one race as the chosen; while another are thugs.
I will divide by religion by portraying one religion as prophetic; and another as terroristic.
I will divide by class by making the rich richer; and the poor poorer.
I will divide by gender by making divorce profitable for women; and bankrupting for men.
My paint brush of fear will only have the colours black and white as a palette.
I will poison your water.
I will spray chemicals in the air.
I will monopolize and control your food supply.
I will make sure children grow up without a father,
I’ll make certain that they see me as their father.
I’ll see to it you’re arrested for planting a garden.
I’ll see to it you’re arrested for carving wood.
I’ll see to it you’re arrested for shouting on the streets and disturbing the peace.
I’ll even see to it that your children are under arrest for selling lemonade at a lemonade stand.
I’ll create a police state that Tasers any person who dare asks, “Why?”
With my new found prison population, I’ll create slave labour camps.
And you dumb, gullible, silly masses will certainly cheer me on for it!
I’ll conspire relentlessly to destroy your sense of self-preservation.
I’ll convince you that depopulation is good; while procreation is evil.
I’ll sway you that carbon is toxic, while radiation is an elixir.
I’ll persuade you to take your anti-depressants, because when I’m through with this nation,
It will soon be illegal to have a shoulder to cry on.
I’ll take away the guns from law abiding citizens.
I will hand guns to my drug cartels.
I will open the flood gates of immigration and guise it as "multi-culturalism".
I say the more cockroaches to fight over the dwindling resources, the better.
I will have but one simple rule from hence forth,
Everyone gets in; nobody gets out.
I will make sure that every adult initiation rite begins with a job hunting license,
Mortgaged at the tune of tens of thousands in debt.
There, they will be indoctrinated to serve; rather than to think.
They’re also required to undergo a two year slave term position.
Of course, they could always bypass this process by fighting my wars,
Provided that they survive.
Although, just in case, it wouldn't hurt if I added on a tax to breathe.
For this shall be the new normal; and I’ll sway their elders to berate the youth as spoiled if they dare doth protest too much.
I would only need to repeat this for a couple more times across the generations,
My mission would then be complete; a culture that doesn’t know freedom.
I will look down upon my created Garden of Eden, in control, and I will feast.
In control, I will conquer. . .
Last but certainly not least, I will commit to the same agendas for every single one of America’s allies.
Leaving no escape, no salvation, no recourse, no rescue, and no hope.
Of course, I would only do all of this; if I were a terrorist. . .
-Donovan D. Westhaver