How Raoul Duke Would Explain Our Trip To a Naysayer
I shouldn’t have to say this, but this is Raoul Duke.
Goddammit man, don’t you hear yourself talking like a prostitute? Â Can’t you hear the lies you’re spewing? Â Don’t you see that’s all a salary is — a damn bribe for a job you wouldn’t do normally? Â You’ve been bent-over, turning tricks for so long you can’t even stand up and see the world for what it is anymore. Â Or it’s worse — you can see it, loathing every minute of your 40-hour-per-week prison sentence, but you’re too wrapped up in fear to jump the gate and escape.
This is about freedom, man. Â Life, liberty, and the fucking pursuit of happiness. Â And not the lies the corporate squares whisper into your ears before they stick a knife in your gut and bleed you out onto the office floor. Â This is the real thing — true freedom. Â Or as close as you can hope to get to it, anyway.
This government-sanctioned, corporate-fueled fantasy life is a goddamn lie. Â It’s a tentacle in your brain trying to control you, and if you let one tentacle in, it grows another and another and another until you’re a robot automaton. Â Focus on those vibrations — they’re keeping you in lock-step.
Your home is a coffin, your car a hearse. Â You spend your days driving yourself to your own funeral. Â The corporate ladder is a system designed to give you the minimum reward needed to keep you submissive. Â And in the end, you pay the ultimate price — your life. Â And you’ll look back on it and wonder what you did with your time. Â This is about seizing that time. Â Time is all there is.
No, not money. Â Money is just a medium of exchange. Â You worship it like a god, but it’s a false god. Â Turn your back on it, because if you worship it, you’ll never have enough. There’s nobody poorer than the man with the million-dollar income and billion-dollar dreams, getting sucked dry by mortgage payments, car payments, school payments, club payments … bills paid in blood to vultures that will take everything. Â If you can beat the vultures, you’ll always be rich.
So that’s it. Â Let’s go. Â We’ve got to go. Â We need to drive away from this zoo at top speed. We can’t stop here. Â This is bat country.