TERMINUS

confessions of an armchair warrior

Mar 22, 2026

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TERMINUS 
confessions of an armchair warrior


THE SUNDAY SERMON - 22.03.26

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If you can't get what you want.
Just kill them and TAKE it!

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BAIT & SWITCH

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Bait and switch ...
A deceptive sales tactic where a business advertises 
a product or service at an exceptionally low price 
(the "bait") to lure customers, only to disparage 
that item and switch them to a higher-priced, 
more profitable item.


THE EXCUSE

In my senior years, I create shit.
Interpret as you must. In love or in lust.
To many out there? What I create is indeed shit.
Steadfast in my resolve. Impervious. I persist.
Throwing out breadcrumbs and waiting for fair game.
A challenge. It's a stoic subculture on the internet. 
The rage game. Around 10% of us play (guessing).

Baiting my lines with a variety to see what pans out.
Chatting with dozens of Canadians weekly - (all types)
from across the country. Fascinating.


SCARED 

We're all scared (because we're all screwed
or so should we believe). Not sure if you got the memo.
Everything is 'broken' and we're all going to DIE!
It's a dark prognosis acting like its relevant.

I’m curious about what makes people tick. 
What kicks and what sticks. It's a 90/10 ratio
with that rare reciprocal restraint, listening. 
Learning. A similar curiosity looking back at me.
Truly humble humility exists, but yes - rare.

The 90% that 'kick' is a donkey's hoof on the head
every time I encounter someone who doesn't like my ideas.
Doesn't like me. The equitable encumbrance. Need for.
Conflict.

The promise of punishment prevailing.

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RAGE, RESENTMENT & REVENGE (the 90 club)

Guessing 10K+ chats in the last 10 years. 2016 - 2026.
So ya, 90% are downright nasty. Even vile.
A similar attraction to horror movies.

I encounter a whole lot of angry Conservatives. Fury.
The narrative? Always the same. The glitchy repetition
of a broken record stuck and running amok in the suck.
 
'All THEIR fault' kinda deal. Like 'I’ve been fucked over
and THEY need to PAY' kinda thing. Resentment & revenge
are almost always prominently featured on the menu. 
Today's special? Rage. I often engage ... playing the sage. 

Taking the bait myself sometimes even; the temporary jolt,
because I'm curious to understand WHY they're so driven
to destroy that which offends them. The motivation.
The gallant charge followed by the surly discharge.
Their righteous say followed by the distraught decay.
The term 'mean spirited' doesn't even begin to describe.

I study and assess. As they do me, exercising brevity. 
Only it becomes most apparent early on that I'm alone;
like I'm the only truly curious participant.

It gets lonely at the bottom.

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THE TUG OF RESISTANCE 

Terminus is an introduction to shame,
and the results are always the same.

It gets easier after a while. A gentle tease.
Like ya, I’m cool man. Got that. Damn straight. Then …
Suggesting a counterpoint and that tug of resistance. 
All too familiar. Like that first bending of my rod
and the drag kicks in when fishing. A monster?

The takeaway? Good and evil are relative to the cause.
The confusion when they can't quite figure you out.
'So which side are you on anyway? Like if you're not white,
you must be black (kinda deal). What are you'? Common.
 
I'd like to think that I'm making a difference
but I'm not. The empirical impasse. The loss.
It's an emptiness that I frequently return to.

Looking up (footsteps) ...

'Can I take your order sir'? The long silence. 
Right. I'll have the coy cosplay casserole
with a side of pernicious pandering; poached,
and hold the pious pretension (which doesn't get held). 
A classic bait & switch. Like first I'm like them.
Then ... but what if? Questions. They hate questions.
Answers can be analysed - scrutinized. Can't have that.

The wiggling, squirming and struggle to break free.
Always feeling sorry for them; the detachment
before letting them go. Catch & release.
I mean. Who am I to suggest they're wrong?
Rewards? None.

Right so it’s just a project. Learning.

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EPILOGUE (the 10 club) . THE CONFESSION 
(I need a healer)


Terminus is about humanity cancelling each other out
in a series of flashes that frame the fatal flaw; 
formalizing the forensics. Feeding the fantasy.



THE PALLIATIVE PROVISO

I need a healer. Finding solace in the simple. 
Reaching over and touching my wounded shoulder 
during intimacy. Shaking & shivering. Cold.

Softening my shell shock. Sifting my warm sand.

A remembrance of when time stood still, 
before anything mattered - this gracious gift. 
A genuine gesture that feels good - caring.
In weeping war crimes - realizing time is tenuous
and that life is just this benevolent IV drip
and beeping blip on my vacuous ventilator.

In the mood to confess. I am sad.

Cancelling each other out. It's what we do.
Take a moment w/that.



TERMINUS

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