I don’t consider the United States a free country anymore, because it’s not.

It’s been fast-tracked into communism, virtually overnight. Land of the free, home of the brave? Where exactly is this free land filled with brave people?

All I see now are zombies in masks, doing what they’re told.

Nobody should have been wearing them in the first place, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. The enslavement is done, the damage complete. The saddest thing about all of this is how few of us even seem to care. Let me repeat that for all the brainwashed zombies.

The saddest thing about all of this is how few of us even seem to care.

Make no mistake, we didn’t lose the war to communism; you zombies thoughtlessly handed it over to them. If I sound angry, it’s because I am.

I live in the USSA now.

Someone once told me years ago that we own it to our forefathers to do certain things, like be good to the land, pay our taxes, take care of the elderly, etc.

What exactly do you think our forefathers would say now?

We’ve burned the house down in order to put a fire out in the kitchen. Just look at how cowardly, how quickly, we’ve allowed every part of our society to crumble. Disgusting.

Those who came before us fought and died for our freedoms.

Do you guys even remember what those freedoms were like, what they stood for and allowed us to be? Humans. Freedom allows us to be human, to hold our head up when we walk.

Take it away and we become slaves. Just a bunch of zombies. Well, friend, I’ll never be a slave, not for any reason. I’d rather die fighting than live out my time enslaved to an evil system.

In case you haven’t been paying attention, our freedoms are now all gone.

It’s insane, it’s sad and I have to shout about it all the time now because I still don’t see very many people even bothering to discussing it. Wake up.

Do you guys even know what’s about to happen this year?

It’s about to explode with ugliness. When a country gets subverted into communism, as ours has been, millions of innocent people die. Instead of raising your voice to say “no”, you’re all walking around in stupid masks with guilty cow eyes.

Insane, I tell you true.

The last thing I have to impart is my sympathy, not for the zombies, but for the future generations that are now being ruined by this. For the children that will never know the freedoms I knew growing up. For the world they probably won’t even believe ever existed.

The hardest lesson I’ve had to learn through all this is that I can’t save you or them.

No matter what I do, zombies won’t wake up.

-I am Crandew





The dawn approaches, and with it one more chance.

As such, I mostly feel like a phantom on some strange mission; a wisp of smoke trying to get from one side of the room to the other.

A spoon, absentmindedly struck on one side by a rather plump man’s elbow, already flung wildly off the table. There’s that one split second, just before it strikes the floor with a loud clank, that’s pretty much where I find myself.

Mayhaps, I’m being too vague. I sometimes get lost within the swirling mists, a wordsmith’s kryptonite. Let me try again.

We’re well within the endgame.

We’re down a rook and several pawns and it’s looking pretty grim. The Republic, for what it’s worth, is now long gone.

We killed it, Jim.

In a lot of ways, this was inevitable.

It’s a natural outcome. The end result of taking one’s eye off the ball. In this case, everyone took their collective eyes off the ball… so now, there is no ball.

What amazes me is how fast it was destroyed, and with such a small effort from the demons. Oh, right. I just said demons, didn’t I? Well, that’s how I’ve come to think of them, our leaders. Our rulers, our terrible overseers. Demons all.

Also, why aren’t there more bloggers blogging their little hearts out about this?

I know I’m not the only one who sees what an obvious fraud this has all been, and where it’s going to lead us. Soon, the factcheckers will arrive upon white ponies, with their soy lattes and pink blouses untucked on one side, and my voice will be gone.

Again, it’s the most inevitable.

The silence that follows will be forgotten quickly, but for the briefest of moments, it will be quite deafening.

Of that, I can assure you.

Have a great day, raise your voice.

-I am Crandew




Pivot Sideways

Hardly the effort worth chatting about, yet here we all are again. An entire world subdued within the blink of an ire.

Tossed about horribly, those poor monkeys on that dreadful train.

Did ye hear about it? Headed to a magical land called nowhere, their paws and their paw paws alike, all bound tightly together.

Bound is such a good way to put things, don’t you think?

So apt.

A bit dodgy, if ya ask me.

So damned quick to give up the only real thing they ever thought they had.

Doesn’t matter if it was just an illusion, an endless summers day.

Chained to everything around them, they were.

Might be preferable to this Dante fever dream we’re all having. Walking in lockstep with the jailers, overlords and great overseers of knowledge and power.

Over night is more like it.

That’s how it feels, anyways.

“From dotty cradles to old soup ladles, they catches us all with our knickers down.”

A ditty the elders often sang in times of crisis.

I’d guess they’re singing it now, wouldn’t you say?

I’d guess they’re singing it now.


-I am Crandew




As we gather up the pieces, and begin sorting them out as best we can… we now find that they were right all along. We were misled. We were foolish.

We were simply wrong.



We found out the hard way how easy it is to make errors in judgement, when myriads of swampy details assault us daily. So damn easy.

Mistakes happen my friend, and they should be acknowledged as such. I need you to acknowledge this.

I can’t do this alone.

Are you ready? Can we face the darkness at last?

Can we?



It’s going to sting when the bandage is finally pulled off.

I want to warn you right now, and give you what comfort and assurance I can.. so please brace yourself. Keep in mind.. it’s OK if you stood on the wrong side of the tracks, and fell headlong into the madness of swampy goo.

I did too.

Time will not be kind to us, I’m afraid.

I’m so very afraid.



We need a plan. We need an outline, a monkey trail to follow in order to traverse the ravine, and reach the outer banks safely.

We need a plan.

Acknowledge it, work to change faulty perceptions.. then move on with your life.

That will do.

For now.



-I am Crandew


Falling Forward

As one of the last unknown survivors of the great war, I need to pen this now before it too slips headlong into the crack.


If we must fall, let it be forward.

An inch is much further than a mile (at times) and none of this was ever for ourselves. It was always for those we forcibly left behind, timidly left waving on the distant shores with tears welled up in their eyes, as the tide continuously rolled in.

Silence can be so deafening to the ears (at times).


-I am Crandew



Fight The Calm

Stand very still, take a quick breath and hold on to it for just a moments time, and finally… finally learn to fight the calm that wells up in you.

These words, and this unapproachable thought that dances just to the side of me began to ring out as if from the skin of a bell, painting itself on to the walls of an empty theater. The dust has always survived, I thought. It finds a way to cover us, mocking us just by its very being. Breathe it in. Breathe it in you fool.

I’m doing it again. My intake on all that surrounds me is overwhelming. Relax. Slow down. Fight the calm, I tell myself. That’s it. I’m giving in to the calm, and closing myself off from the world again.

Not too long ago, I had nursed an idea that ‘everything worth knowing could somehow live deep within me’. I’m not so sure that’s the case anymore.

Calm. I want to know calm, and that’s a monster that lives outside my realm. I want to stand perfectly still and feel the motion of a world that moves silently beneath me. I want to feel the icy wind rush by, and hear the terrible moaning of the trees.

I want to fight the calm that dwells deep within me.

-I am Crandew


Relics From The Future

We are destined to fail, fated to fall and hopelessly outgunned. We are the architects of our own demise.

I can’t help myself. I’m thinking about what life was like before all this, before cell phones and the internet. I don’t pretend to know what your doing or feeling, or how you cope with all that life throws at you. I don’t even know if I even care anymore. Being empathetic in an evil world is not without its problems. The traits of others are injected into me, and I wear your lunacy like a tattoo on my forehead for all to see.

Bad dreams, and a bitter cup of coffee tend to rub me the wrong way.

Also, I lied because ultimately I really do care what you think. I am concerned with how you deal with the world; bitter dreams and a cup of coffee, a stitch in time that flails about aimlessly in its waking hour, and a heart that bubbles over.

Forgive me father, for I have not sinned.

-I am Crandew.