I have to control the situation, because there is no society anymore, its every man for himself. You ask me why I have to twist everything, why I have to interpret everything in self-serving fashion. Why shouldn’t I? Why should I give any ground to YOU?
You ask me why I smile at chaos and global devastation. You conjure up idiot visions of Satan. Chaos merely means the world is starting to agree with me…
You ask me why I disrespect you… I have taken on this burden of rebuilding society, which Fascism is a part of, and you sit there with your primitive notions of an “everybody loves everyone” happyworld, your idiocy, your know-nothing, and you then wonder why Fascism has to be IMPOSED on you. The road of the future is going to be paved right over you.
And still you drivel on. You’re afraid of me, and this fear only grows in the loneliness of your own empty vision. You have nothing to offer the world, and can only exist to oppose me, to stop my own creation. “We’ve stopped Hitler!” Congratulations… how many more of us can you stop?
Yes, I’m lonely. This loneliness will end when you’ve become subject to me, when your lives are happy again as the result of me. I will be your savior.
Pain? Pain is every element of rebirth, is it not? Your pain as the result of me proves my ascendence. The more pain you have, the more glory to me and ultimately to you. It is not cruelty that causes me to hurt you… its love.
I am so pleased. I see good men among you, but you ignore them. You’re only focused on me, so afraid, so eager for me to do something. I’m not even sure whether you want me to succeed or fail… perhaps you’re ambivalent. You speak words of resistance… do you only sometimes believe them?
Look at your heroes. “Conservative” men, men who express old-fashioned liberal values. Men who resist.
Resist away. Do what you will. With your empty vision however, even if I fall there will be others right behind me. Your resistance will be broken eventually.
Hitler… ha. Hitler was a silly man, full of little but fantasy and charisma. That he almost destroyed your world shows just how pathetic your world is.
Next time you may not be so lucky.