Truth tellers and the history of the future

Truth tellers deal in fact, not fiction. They read the stars and the sun and the moon and the rotation of the planets and they peer with knowledge into the fabric of the grand design and they do what they can to learn from the future. If historians are doctors and librarians of the past and journalists are the doctors and librarians of the present, then the same can be said about the truth tellers when it comes to the future.
Prim and proper smiles greet me. I hate that stuff. Cocky holiness from people I know who have to be at least as screwed up as me. Maybe they've got better tailors than me, or, at least maybe they've got tailors, because I am a tailor challenged hustler. But everyone plays, everyone plays, and sooner or later, everyone loses. All I'm saying is that someone’s gotta' benefit from that, might as well be me.

Whether you're grazing in shopping malls beneath plane crashing skies, wandering amidst bloody waves of grain and pain, or swimming on the buffet beaches as a shark treat, we all play innocent and dance next to danger, we all play stupid and meek, we act coy as if it is insulation from the truth, as if it will protect us from fact, until it is too late and we are doomed. It is the human flaw. Let’s be truth tellers here, truth tellers like the great fortune tellers that seek out the answers to it all. The problem with truth tellers is that they make you face reality. The problem with truth tellers is that they don’t lie.

Fact is, we want this thing to break down, and we want it to break down in the worst way.

We need this thing to break down, we are powerful and angry and need to flex. I speak to the truth, to the honesty of it all. The fact is as long as things are broken we can complain, and as long as we can complain we are alive. Truth tellers aren’t for those of you who hide, those of you that duck your head in the sand and turn your nose up at the news, doesn't taste good today. I shant watch, you are as guilty as the ones killing people over cartoons, and I speak to you who pretend to help while grifting the weak you claim to protect. The whole ball of melting wax is as liquid as sin because you ignore the problem until it raids your ATM or shows up at your back door, help me or so help me I'll fucking find another.

But I'm not bitter about the state of affairs, or the affairs of state, it's all garbage. You can find a whole bowl full of excrement on any given day in that sewer they call cable tv buried beneath sports and funny anchor-peeps, being all slick because they can, don't hafta' know anything about anything important other than how to look good and speak with clear diction, they can be fake because there aren't too many kids being blown up outside the old Brentwood bedroom door these days.

But it'll still be there, the truth, as told by the truth tellers if you just want to hear it, ask Nostradomus, he knows truth that lies just beyond the evening news.

And that's the problem. Unfortunately, reality never gets cancelled, it marches on to its own beat without us, but its there to be read by the right people, and perhaps those people can help us to mark a path through the future that won’t be as volatile and full of hate as the present. Perhaps that should’ve been done in the past but it’s too late to go back now and fix things, we just have to deal with reality as it is, like it or not.

Everything else does.

Reality never goes away and it never will. We’re going to have to learn some hard lessons from the past and the present and start looking to the future, that’s what the truth tellers do. That’s why they call the future tellers truth tellers.
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