The End is Near Something wicked this way comes, and it ain't the Four Horsemen. No, the harbingers of the apocalypse are far more mundane - and far more insidious. They wear polo shirts and name tags. They lurk in the fluorescent-lit aisles of strip malls, devouring Main Street America one dollar at a time.
The Corporate Conquest of the Heartland I don't leave my house much anymore. Developing PTSD after a harrowing investigation will do that to a man. But every now and then, I have no choice. I bundle up, hop on my e-scooter, and zip down to the local Dollar General. The harsh lights and chemical stench hit me the moment I walk through the door. It's enough to make a man long for the sweet embrace of the rapture.
The Decline of Small-Town America This isn't the first time I've witnessed the corporate conquest of rural America. Small towns across the country are being fed into the jaws of the Dollar General machine. Mom-and-pop shops shuttering. Neighborhoods becoming indistinguishable. Every town the same - every soul consumed by the great homogenization.
The Writing on the Wall But look closer, and you'll see the ancient prophecies being fulfilled before our very eyes. The centralization of power. The surveillance state. The mark of the beast. It's all there, hidden in plain sight. The technology exists right now to track every transaction, to monitor our every move. The book of Revelation warned us 2,000 years ago - and still, the masses sleepwalk towards the abyss.
"The truth doesn't hide. It waits for those brave enough to look."
The Wise Wolf