The Comfortable and the Uncomfortable

So long as the people do not care to exercise their freedom, those who wish to tyrannize will do so; for tyrants are active and ardent, and will devote themselves in the name of any number of gods, religious and otherwise, to put shackles upon sleeping men. – Voltaire

Just a scant couple of months ago, you could shake hands with another human being, visit your dying relatives in skilled nursing facilities, could sit next to brethren in a restaurant or a bar, could give another an embrace, could shop without tape on floors, could go about your business without the hideous mask that hides the smile, could enjoy the outdoors without neighbors ratting you out for doing so, and maybe on some late night, could think, provided you didn’t swallow the shyte from mainstream media outlets.

But now, in the new abnormal, we lock ourselves in our homes, trepidly venturing out a couple of times a week for sustenance to be found among the obedient and frightened at grocery stores where the zombies congregate behind masks of fear, allowing themselves to become zombies; and the control freaks, in whatever position of ‘authority’ they may be, all too happy to sit back and allow us to be zombies.

The comfortable sit back in their comfortableness, banging away on keyboards on whatever insipid media platform they can find, and trash the uncomfortable because they have the audacity to protest against a government that has shut down their livelihood – a government that has shuttered their businesses, unemployed their workers, and laid to waste to the lives of those the comfortable only see when they’re out dining at their favorite restaurant or staying at their favorite hotel – or attempting to get a hair cut, shop at a local retail outlet, or process their purchase of food, entertainment and attire that the uncomfortable shall never be able to realize.

Screw them…they should shut the fuck up because the comfortable are uncomfortable with their newfound comfortableness. And most sad of all is that it is the comfortable, who bash the uncomfortable because they won’t they tow the line spouted from the demons in government and media, who vomit out lie after life after lie each night – they are shitting themselves that the uncomfortable won’t don the mask that deprives oxygen, which in turn, screws with one’s immune system, which then can lead to a host of illnesses that a healthy immune system could thwart.

Stay in your homes…wait for the poke of chemical fuckery these shysters concoct. Then you’ll be “allowed” out of your homes – with a brew of shyte screaming through your veins that surely won’t bode well for the health of you and your loved ones in the not to distant future.

No links tonight…there are so many in other shitpostings on this website that provide links to, well to, almost anything outside the lying mainstream media, that you could occupy your days of doing nothing other researching, rather than being the obedient comrade. Research on your own, if you give a shit.  Or don’t.

Just a few months ago, we were pressing skin, dancing with another, laughing with each other, embracing, visiting, talking with each other…and now, we’re shells of ourselves – and all because we’ve elected to embrace the absolute stench from the lowest of the low.

We’ve let these psychopath’s take away that which gives each us life more than any vitamin, mineral or supplement – that being Fresh air, Sun and Love.

Doesn’t matter the era…consider listening to the video below, and think of whatever era you might have a fondness of…and try to remember…this is what we were, before being vanquished by these demons.

 

The Wonders – “Dance With Me Tonight”

(Headphones on, volume up, for maximum sensory pleasure)

Photo by Abbie Bernet on Unsplash

6 comments

  1. You wrote:

    “No links tonight…there are so many in other shitpostings on this website that provide links to, well to, almost anything outside the lying mainstream media, that you could occupy your days of doing nothing other researching, rather than being the obedient comrade. Research on your own, if you give a shit. Or don’t.”

    I feel your frustration. It’s no excuse I know, but this is how I felt for the two years before I finally gave up the blog. And I AM NOT suggesting anything here, I just sense the same frustration in your writing that I was experiencing, and it was making me even more mentally, emotionally and physically ill than I was and still am.

    I lay in bed some nights, sick and unable to sleep, and grind my mind and my molars over the state of we the little people, who have NEVER COUNTED one iota. And I think to myself, “I will start a new blog tomorrow, so I can get rid of this anger, this rage that is burning in me!” And then, the last decade of memories rushes back in, and I am more miserable at that moment, then I was before, because I remember how futile blogging had become (to me, not everyone else).

    So as I read your posts, I not only sense your pain and anger (because you are suffering with being away from your father and for other reasons as well), I also feel guilt that I am no longer doing my part by blogging.

    The mind is somewhat still willing, but unfortunately, the body is weak and tired, and getting more tired every day I have to spend in this planet-sized insane asylum! Maybe the ultimate parole papers will come through sometime soon, and I can finally go home?;-)

    But as long as I still here, I will continue to support and share your fine work with others!

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    1. Thank you, Sojouner! Your thoughts are most appreciated, and you are right…the frustration level I feel can, at times, run a bit high, and it comes out in the writing. For me, if I were to quit writing, which does cross my mind on a fairly regular basis, I think I’d lose what little bit of sanity I might have left in me. My physical health too is taking its toll on me, and sometimes, as you can relate to very well, makes writing even a bit more painful.

      I sometimes feel like the character, Howard Beale, from the movie Network, where he comes through the office door, passes by the security guy at the front desk, and says, “I must make my witness”, and then goes on TV for his famous rant – “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore.” 😉

      Your comments, whether long or short, are always welcomed here…and perhaps you’ll consider starting another blog. And if that is just too time consuming, or you just don’t want to pursue that for health or other reasons, I have an idea about you writing from time to time…feel free to contact me at decker@startmail.com if interested. Cheers, Sojourner!

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  2. Thank you, so much! I appreciate your offer, and I may just take you up on it. I have saved your email address.

    Howard Beale, I never though of him in this way before, even though I used the “I’m mad as hell..” quote in postings. But this is how I felt when I was blogging and wanted to quit. And I still feel this way! I am mad as hell, almost continually. I also remember a lyric from long ago, when I was living outside Washington, DC in 1971:

    “Almost cut my hair
    It happened just the other day
    It’s gettin’ kind of long
    I could’ve said it was in my way

    But I didn’t and I wonder why
    I feel like letting my freak flag fly
    And I feel like I owe it to someone” Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (Deja Vu albumn)

    This is how I felt when I was blogging: I felt like I owed it to someone. This is why it took me two years and three tries before I could bring myself to quit. And I still feel this way,

    Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think my writing is going to change the world or anything like that. I just didn’t want to turn my back on people who are hurting and suffering.

    Please, take care of your health while you do this. And thank you again for your kind words and generous offer. I am honored that you would consider this option!

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