As long as I have known of the Resistance, there has been one driving, unifying goal. It is solemnly stated, revererently regarded and positively benign in its causation... Wake everyone up! That is the goal. That is the be all and end all of the Resistance's forward strategy. It dawned upon me awhile back, that our goal may be a bit shortsighted. Wake everyone up... then what?

Think about that for a moment. "Then what?" What will that do? Will knowledge alone lead us to freedom? Will understanding our bondage somehow loose our shackles? I am fairly certain that every Jew in every cattle car, en route to every Nazi furnace in Europe, was awake and aware of their situation. I can garauntee you that every Native American whipped along the Trail of Tears was painfully CLEAR on what was happening to them. So I ask you again, then what?

Let us dream for a moment that we accomplish our goal. Let us enjoy the fantasy that somehow, someway, we succeed. Well, either nothing will happen. That is the logical effect given the history of inaction the Resistace prides itself on and the daydreaming of the currently awake. If nothing changes, then nothing changes. But what if it were to change? What if we were to break free from our condition that day? How would that be accomplished?

Since we are fantasizing, as we are want to do, then let us entertain the idea that when everyone wakes up, we are freed. That would only happen if every human on the planet, who is not a pet by choice, were to see the threat for what they are, pick up the nearest brick or weapon and immediately attack them and their lap dogs. Everyone, everywhere, in an all out assault upon the threat. The '96 Ruwandan Genocide replayed in every city and every road throughout all of civilization. It would be the Dawn of Angels.It would be genocide. It would be the bloodiest massacre this planet has ever seen. That is the real truth behind our hope.

I do not believe in waiting for that utopia to come of its own. I believe the Angels must be Angels now and all the time. Not the cherubic doodles of the Rennaissance, but true Angels. One wing soaked in blood, the other burning with Holy fire. Swords drenched in the blood of all before them, evildoer and innocent alike. When Moses led the Jews from Egypt, it was not knowledge or understanding that bought their freedom. It was the Angel of Death reaping the souls of the sons of Egypt. With out judgement, niether thoughts of inncence nor guilt to weigh him down, Gabrial did as Angels must. He brought Death in such a scale that it made the powerful tremble. As has been proven time and time again, Power never takes a step back, only in the face of greater Power. And in Egypt that day, as the Jews began their Exodus, what did the Egyptians do? They stopped trembling and fell upon the newly freed. And they were met with even greater Death. 

So Death, brutal fucking Death of our foes is our goal. Whether you ignore the dark inevitability of our Benign Goal or come to embrace it as I have, our goal is the same. We are merely bickering the itineration. So, as you see, we are unified as ever. We simply fail to set our watches alike.

-Angela Dawn