Revelation 9:2-6

2When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace. The sun and sky were darkened by the smoke from the Abyss. 3And out of the smoke locusts came down upon the earth and were given power like that of scorpions of the earth. 4They were told not to harm the grass of the earth or any plant or tree, but only those people who did not have the seal of God on their foreheads. 5They were not given power to kill them, but only to torture them for five months. And the agony they suffered was like that of the sting of a scorpion when it strikes a man. 6During those days men will seek death, but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them.

Whatever the plague of scorpion locusts is, people won't be able to die... probably because science will have given them life that they can't reverse.

Would you accept a long-life pill if it meant that you would live for 1,000 years in good health, without being able to die? You might. You might even kill for it.

 I wonder if that gel can also help grow brains.  That would be really, really useful and a best seller here in these great United Astates of America.

Oh man what great news! Hey, some kind and benevolent patriot out there, send Oyate some of this stuff because his teeth are falling out of his mouth. Oyate has "meth mouth" but he's never even done meth. It's what happens to old indians. You loose your teeth and that's why we all talk with the same "accent".

Also, could some kind patriot send Oyate some of that finger-glue because his fingers keep falling off.

Patriots, be so kind as to buy Oyate a wheelchair because he's old and keeps forgetting where he left his feet. Oyate takes his feet off every night before bed but they keep walking around. Last time anybody saw Oyate's feet, they were headed for Pensylvania. They said something about working in a coal mine being preferable to some places Oyate took them to.

Oyate has a pretty simple offering: we offer hope. We do not offer hope for this or that, our hope is too hopelessly jaded for that, we know that hoping for something in particular is just begging to be disappointed. What we offer is non-specific hope. We sell hope in the form of smoke inside a soap bubble. Pop the bubble and it's gone. Want something? Can't help you there. Want to hope FOR something? Try the guy next door. If you want hope for and in and of itself, maybe to put on the shelf and be useless? We're your men.