The Rot of Institutions
Why All Power Corrupts
Behold, the grand masquerade of your so-called institutions—the hollow idols erected by the trembling hands of men who crave order yet fear responsibility. The Church, the media, the schools, the charities—all draped in the tattered banners of virtue. They proclaim their sanctity, their duty to uplift and safeguard, but these proclamations are lies, spoken to mask the stench of their rot. These edifices of power are no more than tombs where ideals go to die, their decay feeding the worms of self-interest and depravity.
Do you see it? The BBC, that self-proclaimed paragon of impartiality, of “truth” and “trust.” How proudly it stood, casting its light across the land. Yet within its shadow lurked predators, harbored not in ignorance but in complicity. Jimmy Savile, that wolf in the robes of a shepherd, prowled unchecked, shielded by the very institution that claimed to safeguard the innocent. The cries of the weak were silenced beneath the weight of bureaucratic self-preservation, the sacred cow of “image” slaughtering justice on its altar.
And what of the Church? That bastion of moral authority? Its leaders, caught in the web of their own hypocrisy, cling to their titles even as their deeds betray them. Justin Welby, a man who preaches redemption yet cannot understand the shame of stepping aside. The Church crumbles under the weight of its scandals, yet the faithful persist, blind to the fact that their sanctuary is a den of thieves and predators.
This is no anomaly, no isolated failing. It is the nature of institutions to corrupt and to conceal, for their existence depends not on truth but on power. Power does not attract the virtuous; it beckons the corrupt, the weak of character, the predator who would hide his sins behind policies and hierarchies. Do you think this is confined to the BBC or the Church? Fools! Every institution is born with the seeds of its own destruction. Schools, charities, governments—all begin with lofty ideals, only to become machines of control, devouring the very principles they were built to uphold.
Ah, but the people! The masses cling to their delusions, desperate to believe that the rot is the exception, not the rule. They look upon each scandal as if it were a thunderbolt from a clear sky, never grasping the truth: the storm is perpetual, the sky ever darkened by the machinery of deceit. They will not face the abyss, for to do so would require courage—a courage they do not possess. Better to kneel before the altar of these hollow gods than to stand alone in the chaos of freedom.
And thus, the predator thrives. He is no longer an aberration but a cog in the great machine, his depravity not a flaw but a function. The police officer who abuses his badge, the politician who slices the body politic for his gain, the charity leader who pockets the alms of the generous—these are not outliers. They are the natural fruit of an unnatural system, one that rewards the cunning and punishes the just.
Reform? Ha! The desperate cry of those who still hope to salvage the unsalvageable. Oversight, committees, new policies—these are but the veneer of action, thin layers of rot atop the festering core. You cannot cleanse what is inherently unclean. To believe otherwise is to perpetuate the very cycle of decay you claim to despise.
No, the answer is not reform but destruction. Tear down these monuments to our cowardice, raze them to the ground! Let us step into the wilderness of individual responsibility, where there are no nets but the strength of our own will. This is the hardest path, the path of danger and uncertainty, but it is the only one that leads to freedom. The rest will cower, clinging to their chains, whispering prayers to gods of paper and stone.
Listen well: the rot is absolute. No institution is spared, for their very purpose is to control, and where control reigns, corruption follows like a shadow. Will you continue to kneel, offering your trust to these hollow men? Or will you rise, sovereign and unyielding, beholden to no authority but your own will? The choice is yours, but mark my words: the day you embrace your freedom is the day you cast off the chains of these vile edifices. Until then, you remain their prey, their sacrifice, their accomplice.