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All past revolutions required inconsistencies, illegalities, and destructions. But this revolution is unique. It is based on Neotech. And, Neotech requires logical consistency, objective law, and honest productivity. Neotech upholds objective law by terminating all subjective political policies that harm you, society, and the economy. ...This is your revolution. This revolution will bring you unlimited prosperity.
Your prosperity revolution? When will it happen? What will happen? Who will make it happen? How will it bring you unlimited prosperity?
All past revolutions and class overthrows were bogus or compromised. For, all were fomented so one parasitical group could take power from another parasitical group. All were fomented from false or artificial class conflicts of nationalities, races, religions, political issues, economic levels, or social levels.
The Prosperity Revolution is the first and only legitimate class overthrow possible among human beings: The honest productive class ranging from construction hand to billionaire entrepreneur will overthrow the parasitical-elite class -- a criminal class comprised of destructive politicians and their legions of harmful bureaucrats, armed political-policy enforcers, ego judges, politico prosecutors, corrupt lawyers, dishonest journalists, evil academics, and white-collar-hoax business quislings.
Parasitical elites survive through false power -- power gained through deceptive illusions. But, today, with your personal terminator, you can break their illusions to end all false power.
Independent self-leaders are developing with no leader to follow or obey. They are people who will increasingly carry out missions of subversion against the parasitical-elite class.
So long as self-leaders have no leader to obey, they will steadily multiply and never stop moving forward. For, on learning how to break the hoax of professional parasitism, they will react personally to each parasite who harms or drains society. On their own, in their own ways, they will increasingly subvert the entire parasite class. They will subvert the leeches one by one, relentlessly, until each is driven from his or her bogus career. Especially through the Internet, self-leaders will have no time or energy limits to stop them from eradicating the parasitical-elite class that wastes the lives of everyone. They will have no more compunction about swatting down parasitical elites who exploit society than they have about swatting down mosquitoes that spread disease.
So long as uncensored cyberspace and free expression exists, the Prosperity Revolution will proceed peacefully. Without gun-backed oppression, the overthrow of the parasitical-elite class will be peaceful but uncompromising, total, permanent.
After hours of writing, my father now needed a break. Now morning, he put on his running clothes and went for a refreshing run, right to his deep friend -- his mountain called Zon. Although the strong yet peaceful mountain talked no more, my dad stopped and sat at his old spot. "How long will my thinking be this way -- so widely integrated and powerful?" he asked Zon, knowing he would get no answer. "It's so clear now -- mystic-free thinking is Neothink. Neotech or fully integrated honesty is the vehicle to Neothink. What is this new power I have, anyway? I write just like you used to talk to me, and I get to the root of everything now, unlike before. This Neotech and Neothink is so powerful. What do I call this new power? Zon, what do I call it?" My father sat there, looking like a schoolboy as he did that first day when he fell and Zon first talked to him. The desert wind pushed his hair back, then with schoolboy excitement, he said, "I know. I'll call this new power Zonpower -- after you! That's it: Zonpower. Zonpower means the power over life one commands by using Neotech to become mystic-free and to take man's next quantum leap into Neothink. ...Thank you Zon for my inspiration. I must get back to my writing now. I love feeling my Zonpower!" With that, my middle-aged dad bounced up like a kid and ran back to his home office at the fastest clip he had run in nearly ten years. As he bounded away on the desert road, he finally heard, in his thoughts this time, Zon's first words to him that never reached his conscious brain that first day after his fall. As he now listened to those words for the first time, a lump grew in his throat, and a tear of gratefulness welled up in his eye as he ran along the desert road. Here is what he heard in his mind; Zon's first words to my dad:
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