Post-truth

Make no mistake.
There is no freedom
but the freedom to prevail.
There is no truth.
There is only the need to obey.

We are not here to persuade you
with facts. Facts are not fixed.
You nudge them and they shift.
They are rallying points
around which we can gather,
and banners beneath which we march,
and, make no mistake, we will trample
all your precious little truths underfoot
if we have to.  

We are all liars. So are you. Admit it.
The money in our pocket is debt.
The land of our birth was stolen.
The gods we worship despise us,
and there is no hypocrisy, none,
with which we are not defiled,
no father's sin to which we are not heir.
So make no mistake,
we will crown a liar king
and believe every word he says
if that lets us believe, even for a minute,
even for just one sweet, blissful minute,
the lies we have to tell ourselves.
Don't try to stop us.

Our plan is not based on information.
It is based on intention.
It is simply what we will do. Nothing more.  
And make no mistake about our intentions.
This would not happen in peaceful times,
and we will pick whatever fight it takes,
borrow any tired old voice of outrage
and make it hoarse for our coup. Join us
or we will come for you, and when we do
we will make no mistake.