Quicksand

Together we will read and disinfect literature and curate augments about the purity of intention. We will wreck work that is not up to our values purity. We will be attentive to the hobgoblins of human imperfection we must strive toward purity. Always. We will burn the offending works and strive to drive out the poison mentality. We are the tornados of righteousness. Honor always, gentlemen. Honor always wins. Honor trumps love and understanding. We are the quicksand that will swallow them up and suffocate them. The human mind is a wound that needs triage. We are the arbiters by virtue of human declension. We are the chosen. Let us pray upon this and devise a way to suppress the fallible. We are the weapon. We are the smiting hand of the all-mighty.

What I’m Reading:

But we are professionals: we have to go on fighting till the politicians tell us to stop. Probably they will get together and agree to the same peace that we could have had at the beginning, making nonsense of all these years.

— Graham Greene / The Quiet American