One wonders if a group of people who have a fetish-obsession with alpha males overpowering beta males are really werewolves (werwolf, in German, a fort, a plan, an insurgency, ever a human?) rather than human beings. Perhaps they are devolved to pack animals easily confused by a gilded chair and spotlight glare. They seem to have failed to realize that the beta males fight over hierarchy, the lone alpha in each pack standing aloof and indifferent to their struggle.
by Michael Dickel
The followers packed in the hall raise their hands in a familiar, evil salute.
The one in front mentions alpha males, before saluting his leader’s election.
In their poorly learned algebra: Power equals everything; morality, ethics, community equal nothing. They worship the square root of negative 3. No one, not even I, know what that means.
Some reject all leaders other than themselves. Even the one elected remains insufficiently aggrieved and enraged to take the reins. Wild horses run through them, disordering their imaginations with fantasies of powerful stallions. The stallions laugh at their inadequacies.
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It begins with words—the werewolf singing the song of cancer cells—unlimited growth, spreading out, destroying all else, leaving nothing but toxic waste behind. When he howls “greatness,” he sings to spread deadly cancer in our midst. Unchecked growth. We must resist the cancer, gather our antibodies, strengthen our collective body of love and wisdom.
Whiteflies invade the green leaves and suck the plant dry. They excrete a honeydew of hate. They believe that they grew the plant. They want to be in charge of the plant, even as they kill it.
The werewolves will make Wolfland great again.
Afraid and weak, these werewolves bark, bite, howl, yip. If they didn’t run in packs, they would be nothing. That is why the alpha obsession raised to the power of fetish. They use terms from pornography. They are pornography.
What is pornography? Is it human? Am I / pornography / human?
The hounds of hate have been unleashed to the sound of trumpets. They turn against learning and research. The rich and powerful control them by remote signal. The rich and the powerful laugh and laugh. The hounds fight over the scraps. They get trumped.
Then the hounds turn on the rest of us, licking their sagging, blood-spattered jowls.
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The BeZine 
Your links provide great examples of how history does indeed repeat itself. I *wish* that it were a nightmarish fantasy of werewolves and not reality, because then we could simply use silver bullets and neutralize the threat. But as surreal as it seems, you’re right that we have to confront the reality of it. Here is hoping that enough resistance will be our silver bullets.
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We will need to smelt a whole lot of silver, won’t we?
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