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Enemies

Who and what are the enemies of humanity?

Predators,
 because they undermine trust which is the basis of family and they destroy potential and well-being. They take and they damage and they are useless. Their strength is self-serving and their philanthropy is deadly poison to a society. They should always be destroyed once they are discovered. For this reason predators should be the primary focus of any penal justice system. Removing or destroying one predator has a disproportionately positive impact on the stability and well being of a community.
Predatory capatilism has been superficially effective because of it's innate ruthlessness but the repurcussions of it's largely unimpeded progress are a significant contributor to the unrest that is destabilising the world. It should be dismantled and the short term loss regarded as a massive long term gain. 

Cul-de-sacs of thought,
 because they stop people from progressing and progress is essential to humanity. To sharpen their faculties, to deepen their comprehension and expand their knowledge, to enlarge their internal universe is the great and lasting gift of humanity. To settle in a cul-de-sac of rudely conceived reality is to deny the deep and resonant call of our latent powers. Crude assumptions and mechanistic dogma are the most shabby and ultimately unstable structures for a society to inhabit intellectually and it is unforgivable for an individual to consent to collective ignorance in the name of keeping the peace.

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