From reading Bram Stoker's novel, Dracula, and seeing a few Bella
Lugosi versions of it, I've heard of the undead. Hell, I've worked with a
few. I've also worked with the unloved, people who have never felt love
or appreciation for their efforts or understanding from those they like or
admire. It's a tough world out there. But too many of these undead,
unloved souls reach, God knows how, official and unofficial seats of power
with the sole desire to quench their envy on your name, your work, or
your soul. These are above-ground troglodytes who seek destruction for
its own sake, who don't really operate on any other code. Not
quite nihilistic since your demise is front and center of their
destructive machinations. And it is to their pure delight that you, by
way of bills, house payment, personal responsibility, and work ethic that you
show up everyday and give them an opportunity to endure their crap. Oh,
no. These ghouls are goal-oriented: your destruction. So don't give
in. Take back that spiritual territory and send them back into the depths
of Hell.
Wickedness. https://t.co/L1XSqLjJdp
— Cernovich (@Cernovich) June 6, 2022
