If I can paint el cielo with heavy metal clouds day in and day out, and the world is oblivious. Surely amigos, I can cull the ‘inferior’ as I please.
The audience is MY cattle.
I create a language based on delusion so that your mind only considers ideas that fall within the confines of my arena. And you believe you can ‘think’ yourself out of your cage! Aye…babosos!
You trade your sweat and private parts for a currency that screams on its very frontside that it is a debt note, and property of mine, and still…you think the purchasing power it represents is actually yours! Pendejos!
If you want to be a luchador, me estudiantes, you better get some smelling salts and pop down a few habeneros to wake your sorry ass up.