A rallying cry!
Unity - take two.
Posted 09-06-2009 at 04:36 PM by Vicks Vap-oh-Yeah
I remember, way back in April, when I posted Unity. The words I wrote way back then, in my new-found exuberence, spoke from the heart. We needed to be united in one voice, one message, one goal.
My, how we have fallen....
The campaign waged against all vapers by BT, BP, and BB have been concerted, pin-point, surgical strikes.
This was never a struggle against wether or not PV's would become mainstream, natural outlets for cigarette users addicted to nicotine. This was never about importing a new toy from China. This was never about legality, and this was never about the health and safety of the American Public.
This struggle was about the little dogs (us) having the audacity to bark in absolute joy over a new-found bone.
Power. Control. Greed, and Corruption. How quickly do these infective words spread their sickness.
I look at the aftermath of this battlefield from a shattered castle wall, and weep at the distruction. Once fertile fields are now bare patches of ground soaked with blood. The corpses of the dead are stacked like cordwood, the living having abandoned them to the flies and carrion-eaters.
Our community is broken apart - riven by suggestions from the unholy trinity and our own vicious infighting over Power, Control, Greed, and Corruption.
Even now, with the assassins within the walls, we can't resist the urge to throw venomous barbs at those we once called friends, once embraced in a comonality of purpose and goal.
And BT, BP, and BB sit back and watch this final implosion from their palaces of gold and silver.
They light up their cuban cigars, sip champaign from crystal goblets, and dine on fine exotic treats gleaned from around the globe as they congratulate each other on a fine victory against 'these upstart free-thinkers.'
Damn, we're good. We certainly showed them, didn't we, what we're made of.
I need a cigarette.
My, how we have fallen....
The campaign waged against all vapers by BT, BP, and BB have been concerted, pin-point, surgical strikes.
This was never a struggle against wether or not PV's would become mainstream, natural outlets for cigarette users addicted to nicotine. This was never about importing a new toy from China. This was never about legality, and this was never about the health and safety of the American Public.
This struggle was about the little dogs (us) having the audacity to bark in absolute joy over a new-found bone.
Power. Control. Greed, and Corruption. How quickly do these infective words spread their sickness.
I look at the aftermath of this battlefield from a shattered castle wall, and weep at the distruction. Once fertile fields are now bare patches of ground soaked with blood. The corpses of the dead are stacked like cordwood, the living having abandoned them to the flies and carrion-eaters.
Our community is broken apart - riven by suggestions from the unholy trinity and our own vicious infighting over Power, Control, Greed, and Corruption.
Even now, with the assassins within the walls, we can't resist the urge to throw venomous barbs at those we once called friends, once embraced in a comonality of purpose and goal.
And BT, BP, and BB sit back and watch this final implosion from their palaces of gold and silver.
They light up their cuban cigars, sip champaign from crystal goblets, and dine on fine exotic treats gleaned from around the globe as they congratulate each other on a fine victory against 'these upstart free-thinkers.'
Damn, we're good. We certainly showed them, didn't we, what we're made of.
I need a cigarette.
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