I don't know about you, but I got a wad stuck in my craw about a certain unnamed used douche bag/condom politician. A liar. A coward. An enemy of liberty. A socialist pig. I could go on and on and on and on ..........
But I digress ........
I feel that if I were to really say what I think and feel about this man(?) that I would have instant trouble from black suited people. I feel that I am no longer to speak "freely", although others seem to be able to spew regime rote ad nauseum. The "double standard" letter going around the internet says it succinctly, when one person says it, it's ok, but not when the other does the same thing.
We ain't headed into the sewer, we're there. We will never be able to get out of this mess. And it's only going to get deeper. I am a survivor, and will live off what I have stored, and what I can scrounge. A lot of us are already making a living out of other people's misery, failure, defeat, bankruptcy, or other ways the current regime is fu**ing up our lives. It will get worse. MUCH worse.
I only have two consoling facts. One, is that I probably won't live a lot longer. Got the positive biopsy news today. Secondly, I think if we do revert to the "Preppers" scenario, that the hordes will descend on the rich people and literally eat them alive. The menu of long pig will return. The screaming will be endless, and the cull unforgiving. I can think of a politician or three that I would love to have a long pig bite out of, if only for spite, and spit it in the gutter, then go puke like I had fallen into found four tons of two week old dead shrimp.
It's been a good ride, and I have had one hell of a ride, sliding in with a dent here and there and everywhere, and I wouldn't change a thing. I am sad for my children, and whatever comes after them, for what will be, and what could have been.
Sleep well, sweet prince.
Naught's had, and all is spent, when desire is got without content.
Wm. Shakespeare