I missed District 9 the other day and I’ve yet to sit through one showing of the Nostradamus Effect. No, no, I don’t want to watch V, thank you very much.
Predator, Alien, Predator vs. Alien – give it a rest, my friends. Your day is over.
The Apocalypse has been cancelled. Armageddon ain’t going to happen. Do what you wish – batter the coast, flood us with oil, ground every plane – your days are still numbered.
We’ll clean up the damage when you’re gone. Our detox and terraforming implements are more marvellous than your weapons of mass destruction.
To all the unknown soldiers of the black-hat army, to all your fellows in entertainment, news, medicine, finance, justice… you’ve had the run of the place since forever.
Long ago, I couldn’t see how you could be stopped. But I see it now. You’ve lost the war.
Within myself, I watch the energies rising. I feel a greater fulness than before, which is not affected by your chemtrails and other toxins. I know by these signs that a resurrection is happening and will occur whether I’m here to see it or not.
I’m not afraid of you, not afraid to suffer, and not afraid to die. What deep impact have you left?
It isn’t even important that I go on into the New Age, but that the New Age should come – that is important. I will see it here or there, but I will see it.
Back when your opponents seemed like wishful thinkers, I watched, hardly daring to hope. But now, as we approach the time of your defeat, I know you’ll leave.
Your worst was not enough. Worse still will make no difference. Your day is done. Give it up.
Black hats, trade in your stetsons. Come join the party. I need not lift another finger and the glad day will come. What is a mystery to you will only be understood if and when you lay down your arms.