The Fluorescent Lights of Doom I don't leave my house much these days. After getting stabbed investigating a child trafficking ring out west, I developed severe PTSD and became something of a hermit. But every now and then, I have no choice but to brave the great outdoors of what we still call civilization.
Today was one of those days. I bundled up against the freezing winter chill, hopped on my e-scooter, and zipped down to the local Dollar General. The second I walked in, that harsh institutional lighting hit me like a train. Fluorescent bulbs glaring down, making everything look slightly poisonous. Then the smell - plastic, cardboard, chemicals. It was like the corporate machine had vomited all over this place.
The Slow Death of Main Street Small town America is being fed straight into that machine. I've watched it happen with my own eyes. Main Street dies. The local hardware store, the family diner, the barbershop - one by one they shutter their doors. And in their place rises another soulless Dollar General, every town the same.
The Prophetic Warning This corporate takeover was foretold over 2,000 years ago in the book of Revelation. "No one may buy or sell unless he has the mark," the scripture warns. A cashless society where big business controls every transaction. The fulfillment of that prophecy is happening right in front of us.
But the implications go deeper than you know. This isn't just the death of small businesses. It's the death of community. The death of the American soul. And if we don't stop it soon, I fear there may be no salvation.
"The truth doesn't hide. It waits for those brave enough to look."
The Wise Wolf