Treachery: The unjustification of a (once just?) hermit

My dear friend,

I am pleased to inform you that as I write this letter I am standing on the border between political consciousness and mental oblivion. Yes, in a few seconds I will cross that border without looking back. I made it. It was not easy to get to this point, My journey was extremely turbulent. I survived ship wrecks and diseases, home sickness and robberies. I struggled every inch of the journey and now I am here. Even though you strongly advised against this trip, I beg you to clap for me.

Together we witnessed the dehumanization of humanity, the brutal murder of hope and the destruction of progressive ideologies. We witnessed the metamorphosis of human diction and vocabulary into a very extreme and polarizing monster. Ruthless became the new firm and and impulsive became the new persistent. We watched in horror as humanity was gradually conditioned to accept as normal acts that would normally be considered outrageous and out of place. We saw the displacement of compassion and the radicalization of the moderates. Before you jump to judge me, remember that we saw the dehumanization of humanity.

I am in no way attempting to assume a condescending position of psychological superiority, that my friend is your job. I have in fact come to terms with the reality of my fate. I am in to deep and will become a benefactor of the system. A sellout as you might call it, but i like to think of myself as a self made opportunist. The fallacy of social justice and human equality is now clear to me, the selfishness of political and human activism is now open for the whole world to see. Now i am promising you nothing but will make one last assertion: I am done with the crap and will fly straight across this border and never look back.

Sincerely,

The black hermit who finally made it home