I just want to be left alone to enjoy the remaining years I have left. But enforced poverty means that it will be wholly impossible. Why? There are different ways of looking at it I suppose? Prime echoing mental message is that it is result of a fundamental failing on my part. I seem unable to find employment? For a man that is not only a matter of continuing to be enrolled in the economic Ponzi scheme of a bank owned system of wealth management where one’s daily existence is defined by ever rising costs and prices and chattel bondage. It is a form of emotional decay where one recedes after a while inside a calcifying inner shell of depressing inevitabilities. The few who keep their wits realize that the ruling medium of social media posing as popular opinion and entertainment has crafted so many other doctrinaire ‘bubbles’ for others to hide in. Socialized humanity is increasingly becoming a kissing cousin to a farm factory chicken raised from cradle to grave on a slowly moving conveyor belt. The manipulation of your mood is considered no longer part of your own rights or privileges. Some unseen focus group of meticulously well-directed youngsters are following their career taking hints from the lockstep of a hegemony of an iron grid of corporate policy to gussy the experience up so that no one complains. You don’t play the game. You don’t fit the bill. Then you are not going to get to play the game. It sounds fair considering it is part of the private sector. But the ‘private sector‘ tyrannically rules over every aspect of your life through these surrogates. Ouch! Now maybe you get the idea of being unavoidably ‘depressed’?
A kind and caring society equates to keeping its patients medicated and leaving them in front of a television or gaming platform and expecting them to remain quiet and content. Those who wander off the reservation are branded as social miscasts and unconscionable troublemakers who deserve even further reigning in like some unruly filly or unbreakable stallion that is fit as filler for canned dog food. A topic that is banned for the sake of a theoretical few whose tender ears are too delicate to believe that euthanizing the extremes of the greater society is unimaginable. Institutional Lego blocks like perpetual victim-hood’s, genocides, and mythical legacies of Holocausts that build walls starting in post infancy after the initial toxic substance ridden mandatory inoculations take effect and permanently diminish the mental capacity of new citizens to act as fodder for future generational schemes. In other words, as the old song goes, you are screwed in the epicenters of this society from birth. Is it any wonder that so many in the more formative generations so willingly embrace nihilism rather than the existential facade of their own family unit? What is there for them in a commercialized world that offers them only massive savings as they spend themselves and their parents into further involuntary servitude to ‘the way things are‘? No where on that supposed God’s green earth to hide from this old testament Moses ridden wraths of constant tests and resulting punishments. Consider modern existence as a massive quicksand pit that you are forced to march across with crowds of strangers, The prevailing laws demanding that you all hold hands as you march in lockstep as the row before you slowly sinks a little further down into the muck. The market in implements of self-annihilation both mental and physical is at an all time high.
So you sit within your own little hovel somewhere anonymously insignificant in a manner in line with the endless berry patch of rows and furrows of your most immediate silent majority neighbors who you have never ever met nor are unlikely to. And as you fester your way through another day trying to assume some positive habitual behavior that will get you out this dilemma the trapped animal within begins to chew through the bone to the marrow of the problem of your limbs caught within the big invisible bear trap. The faux exterior of public identity that you have crafted over decade after decade begins to quickly crumble as the cynical shell around you disintegrates. You are naked! Naked to the realization that a leaf in Autumn winds has more hope of stability than you. And the anybodies that you now that seem stable are shifting about coming and going frenetically because they two are caught up within this same whirlwind. Your expectations for the future discovered to be an inconsequential longing for what had served as the longest fiction of permanence of the past. And now you understand the true nature of Hell and the evil minds that are currently in total control of your universe. The acts of terrorism and cruelty committed by those hardcore members at the center of social doctrine now appear to be more understandable. The animals waylaid into this lower mentality of existence can no longer express their intelligence but offer in its stead the constant show of mindless brutality to their most up to the moment temporal unrealized whims.
You can hide or become as brutal as they are as you are avalanched under the necessity of a Hobson’s choice to go along as best you imperfectly can or get along and be shoved outside the airlock of the social fabric into the nether world of the homeless. That unspeakable unacknowledged place where someone in responsibility who in fact does not really exist with deal kindly with your biological wants and needs. In a word, dogfood. Have a nice sleep in your regular coma prone existence! That is as long as you can before you have to wake up again for another day of exactly the same.