Exiting the Middle East

When society speaks of civil rights we are speaking of a range of values inevitably instilled by religion.  There has been a campaign in America over the last decade which has attempted to plant the seeds of doubt concerning the authenticity of spirituality, and its value to the human race.  Consequently America has been living in the throes of debauchery fueled by a disingenuous leadership.  We have become an increasingly two-faced nation.  A simple metaphor exists for this malfeasance.  When I step outside  to work in my yard, when did it become acceptable to have Big Brother monitoring my activity?  This is not freedom.  Freedom in America has been challenged and manipulated, and no better example can exist than the badgering of John Lennon and Yoko Ono.  A perfect example for the true nature of America, a rock star who acquires power and wealth through entertainment become enemy number one for the Nixon administration.  Through the FBI Lennon was harassed into governmental submission and then ultimately murdered.  A mentally unstable patient in the eyes of the ignorant may satisfy the requirements for a perpetrator, but it is clear in my mind that Mark David Chapman was coached by Nixon's cronies.  While Richard Nixon because of Watergate was underestimated as an American president, this covert campaign to nurture one's ego is particularly egregious.  The American federal government murdered a rock star.  I have lived in a bubble most of my life making my existence as pleasant as possible.  It has been a full time job.  When one passes the half-a-century mark in age it no longer seems logical to serve one's self, but one must.  The world has not changed.  America is as brutal and corrupt as always, and only a proper public education as shielded us from this reality.  Because public education decidedly has been disassembled by the elite wealthy, the populace has regressed into an ignorant, racially biased, and violent entity that seems unprecedented.  Of course through America's violent history always has this been evident.  It is left up to the artists to improve the quality of life in a nation.  This is what I have done with my life, and consequently when I put down my pen this reality rears its ugly head like a demonic spirit deserving of no other title than satan.  Satan is all around us, and for me his tangible metaphor is infrasonic pollution.  When I step out into my yard to cut the hedge or rake the leaves, I am enveloped by a low frequency sound wave that surrounds me like water.  Each and every task I attempt is met with resistance, more resistance than God intended.  Formerly when I worked in the yard, the reciprocation of nature's tasks created a cathartic ballet that soothed my weary soul.  Now my gestures, my movements, and my simple tasks are surrounded by fascism.  An angry, malevolent, mob invisibly goads me into submission, until no longer do I want to work in my yard.  It is satan.  Once I balanced high on a ladder wielding electric hedge trimmers utilizing balance I learned in the sport of skateboarding.  Now it has become impossible to surf, because God's natural and beautiful rhythm is rife with violent military exercises.  If ISIS simply has asked us to get out of their land and leave them in peace, why do we not do it?  Maybe they would leave us alone.