My friend’s text declares! They are grading fifty papers now. There is little contact in this world now. I hand out my miserable little business card to people that appear more desperate than I am. No Thanksgiving or Christmas! You want more? It’s for your own good! We are all children now. All over the world! Children like Oliver of Charles Dickens fame. Our betters know best. You don’t need to work. All of you! There must be a food bank somewhere. Stay home and play Nintendo. Watch a football game where there is no one in the stand and the players all kneel to a pagan god or agnostic dimensions. Why don’t we all just go nuts? Just work up to a frenzy like a hive of bees and throw ourselves en masse against every gated community to find who is responsible and ride them around on a rail naked with a good thick coating of tar and feathers? Surely an old torn down coat will do? But no! The savages among us are allowed that right! The declared underclass who receive more and squawk even louder. They get to loot because they are the racial minority. Whatever the fuck that means? They have decided to separate themselves even though the rest of us have bent over backwards into a corkscrew to accommodate them. And why? Because they were raised that way! Momma beats the crap out of them! Does things that the rest of us would be instantly arrested for. That is called raising them right! And so in the spirit of equal outcomes it is the rest of us that must consider ourselves equally at fault. And there are so many others like them that have appeared here as of late. Subsumed! Can’t we just get a little peace with our own kind? Whatever that kind may be?
WE are children and just put up with it because daddy or mommy governor or attorney general might send one of our own to threaten us with a gun! In the meantime, watch your children slowly going nuts. Banging their head against the walls interned in Covid prison. This is the Holocaust all over! Not the real one that happened because of allied bombing and starvation by typhus. But the TV version closer to the Soviet model where the Kapos were mean politically active versions of cartoon Nazis. By the way, what is a Nazi? It is not a German! No more than any member of indigenous American peoples were murdering redskins? Who figures this stuff out anymore? Or even bothers to? But now, WE are the NAZI’s! Look in the mirror. Our children were taught so in school. And they are mad! So they trade their place in that Zionist revolutionary fantasy world of racial abuser for the easy cover of inadvertent victim of their kind. Guilty! Guilty by association! What wonderful things we all learn from our new ‘parents’! our new masters! It is not because of some super spreader that we must all remain masked! It is because to our betters we are all ugly. Disgusting! Cattle that must be slaughtered at some point when there is no possible threat of retaliation. No tar. No feathers. No AR-15’s by the hundreds of millions in the back closets or basements. WE are the Covid! The threat that must be eliminated and they are correct when they declare that life will not be going back to normal. That is over! That’s all folks! But unlike the end of a cartoon, there will not be another episode.
It is not like this has not happened before. It is in those old dusty history books that one can purchase on E-Bay. At least, the ones that are still around. It is all on the Internet anyway. Or will be for the next ten seconds until it is rewritten by the latest version of a Millennial Smith W. My friend is grading papers. Guess whose textbooks are being used to rule the coursework? Teaching by computer. Business by computer. Life by computer. We are all in a virtual cell that is designed to isolate and starve us all to death. Starve us of the needful experience of being human beings, Civil society has been betrayed. The egalitarian madhouse has released its inmates. And we have ‘voted’ to maintain that fictitious ritual of voting in past fperpetrators. We are responsible! Now one is to blame beyond us! Too much psychotropic dosage’d Kool Aid by those phantom doctors that we are daily asked to consult. There is a pill somewhere for whatever ails you! But not a red pill, Oh No! The red pill known as common sense. The red pill of you should know better because your animal based guts are screaming that there is something wrong! So you run down to the Health Food franchise to get an organic mood altering equivalent blue one to cure all. But it will not cure the truth! You get the kind of neighbors you deserve. You get the kind of leaders you deserve. The life traumas come naturally. It’s organic! So what are you going to do about it? Bitch and moan and complain! Or kick some scapegoated ass! Or sit on the couch and bury yourself in old DVD’s and VHS’s of Gene Rayburn telling you great aunt when she was young that she picked the wrong choice? You want to have sex! Porn sex with no possibility of more children in this all too barren fucked up world? Just sit there by your lonesome’s and stare out at so many other nothing’s in that far off distance ahead.