Another year down.
2021,
it’s going in the shitter,
which is where I put 2020.
Two years of lock-downs
Two years of masks
Two years of fear
Two years of lies
Two years of mandates
Two years of news reporters and politicians.
In the shitter is where it all belongs.
I was called a murderer for not getting vaccinated.
Multiple times.
By self righteous saviors of the pandemic.
Thank god for them.
I don’t like being told what to do,
especially when it comes from
our brain dead narcissist politicians.
Too many times over the last two years
have I had to stay silent
and listen to the bullshit people spout.
Too many times,
I bit my tongue
and ate the spouting bullshit.
I learned,
through trial and error,
that you can’t have a conversation with someone about
the government
the vaccine
the virus
the media
the healthcare system
the world
or
of life.
At Least not an honest conversation.
You can pretty much only talk about the weather
and the holidays to people.
The kind of conversation that makes a boring and mundane job
more boring and mundane.
The curious mind has been beaten and chained up
by the self righteous saviors of the pandemic.
There is no room for questions
in their world.
And the curious mind starves.
It cannot be fed by the weather and the holidays.
It needs meat to sink its teeth into.
It needs substance
It needs a conversation worth having.
Two years of the young thinkers being told not to think.
It’s criminal.
They’ve stolen our time
and
are attempting to steal our intelligence.
Some willingly hand it over,
like it is yesterday's cheese.
Few resist,
and continue to ask questions.
But only the few.
The biggest robbery of our lives
will be the theft of our time.
The biggest crime will be the starvation of the curious mind.
Hell on earth
is another
conversation
about
the weather
and
the holidays,
while having to eat the spouting bullshit.
Maybe this year will be better
Maybe the curious minds will be feed
Maybe we will be able to ask questions
Maybe the few that resist,
will turn into the many.
Maybe there is reason to be optimistic.
Maybe 2022 won’t have to be plopped into the shitter
and flushed away like the last two years.
I’ll raise my drink
and toast to that.
-C.H.
ความคิดเห็น