Kuched Up, Again

DISCLAIMER

I’m A Wolf … Not A Prairie Dog …  

A Friendly One.  Blue Eyes.  Wet Nose.

Pet Me

… And I’ll Smile.

 

LAST WEEK

On Saint Patrick’s Day … 

I Sneezed, I Coughed – Hacked – Through A Dry, Scratchy Throat At Work.

One Too Many Times.  I Yanked My Ass Home, Pronto.  In Minutes.

“… Except For A Cute, Drippy Nose And Intermittent Bouts Of Irritating Baby Coughs.  I’m Fever-Free.  Hey, I’m Fine.  How’re You Feeling?”

 

IT’S BEEN 5 DAYS

Since I’ve Seen Another Human In The Flesh …  

I Don’t Think I’ve Ever Gone This Long Being Home Alone.  Maybe.  A Couple Years Back When A Nasty Flu Bug Laid Me Up In Bed For A Short Spell After I Took A Flu Shot.

“I’m Almost Halfway Through My Self-Isolation – Solo Gigging In Quarantine – In Full Grotto Lockdown Mode.”

… I Can Wait-For-Heaven – Netflix & Chill This One Out Dance & Shout A Little Bit Louder Now, Even If There’s No One Here But Me.

 

SO, HALFWAY BACK TO WHAT?

Whatever Comes Out On The Other Side Of This Nasty, Unfixable Mess Of Humanity, Interrupted

Isn’t Going To Be Pretty.

“The Bugaboo From Wuhan Changes Everything.”

… Everything Needs To Change – For All People – Not Just The Ultra Privileged First-Worlder’s … 

 

THE BIG TIME-OUT

A Re-Boot For Globalization?

“A Reset For Humanity?”

A Do-Over For The Smith’s? 

The Singh’s?  The Tsing’s?  The Badabing’s?

 

HOPE LESS, FAITH MORE

Don’t Count On Hope To Get You Through The Night … 

Secular Hope Alone Is Weak.  Hell, The Meek Have Given Up Hope.  Replaced By Faith: Now We’re Onto To Something. 

Hope Is A False Entitlement.

“Hope Is An Optimistic State-Of-Mind … Based On An Expectation Of Positive Outcomes With Respect To Events And Circumstances In One’s Life Or The World At Large.”

 

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ON MY MOST PESSIMISTIC DAY

I’ll Swear The Ugly Truth – My Self-Beatified Version Of It – Until I Get Over Myself And All The Lies Shrouding …

And, For All Those With The Blessed Misfortune Of Stumbling Across This Unnecessary Blog Or A Delightful In-Person Tête-à-Tête

Beyond Opining And Whining.  Atop My Digital Soap Box.  In Bare Feet Or White Sport Socks.

“Hear Me Chirp, Hear Me Cry … When Did The Absolute Divine Truth Die?” 

 

UGLY TRUTH OR PRETTY LIES?

What Passes For Truth Is Believable Lies … Whimper If You’ve Heard This One Too Many Times Before:

The Difference Is Vaguely Knowable – Palatable – When It’s Hidden In Plain Sight As Malleable Facts.

And, The Adorable Whores of Babylon & Embedded Media Serving Sizzling Seconds Of Propaganda With Slurps Of Bubbly, Crisp Prosecco To Wash It Down … Sounds Mean, I Know, But I’m Fresh Out Of Compliments And Not About To Stock Up Anytime Soon.

“Mamma e Papà, Where’d You Go?  When The Meanies Of Education, Government, Religion, Revisionist Historians … Indoctrinated Our Little Minds With Lies … And, Usurped Our Hearts.  Raped Our Conscience …”

 

WE’VE BEEN FEASTING ON FECES

Eating Shit – And, Loving It – For So Long, We’ve Developed An Insatiable Appetite For Merde ala Mode …

Just Can’t Get Enough Of That Fecal Stuff – Stuffed Down Our Throats – Filling Our Bellies With Ignorance:

“A Lifetime Diet Of Socially Engineered Slop From The Trough Of Hades … To Make Us Feel This Way, Do It That Way … Fodder Scripted, Packaged And Delivered … To Mislead Us … To Believe Anything Put On Our Plate …”

… We’re Born Of Divine Love Then Taught To Hate.

 

LIES SUSTAIN US

Until The Next False Flag Is Erected And Flown At Full Mast … What The Conspiracy Cracker Jack’s Keep Hyping, It Must Be Kind Of True When It’s All Coming True …

Something Tasty We Can Nosh On.  Settle On.  Take To Bed With Us.

Wake Up Feeling This Way Or That Way.  Either Way, We Love Good Lies That Comfort Us Into Complacency, Dissaude Reality.  The Lottery.  Polished Trophies.  Bug-Eyed Aliens, Too.

“… Lies Enable Us.  Give Us False Comfort In Times Of Despair.  Endless Joy When We’ve Lost The Ability To Care.”

 

AWARENESS NOT IGNORANCE

G’Head, Get Naked … I’ll Cose My Eyes … 

How’s It Feel?

“Stripped In The Mirror.  Like What You See?  Can You See Anything At All?”

… Alone.  Frightened.  Judging Ourselves Then Others?

 

STRENGTH

Comes From Faith … It’s What God Delivers … When You Believe … Without Seeing … Without Hearing … Without Knowing …

Beyond Intestinal Fortitude.  Or, Getting It Done.  All By Your Lonesome.

“Knowledge Is Everything Nothing …”

… But A Smug Contradiction Of Faith Because We Know Better Than Him.

 

WE’VE SCREWED IT UP: PINCH ME WHEN IT’S OVER

The Planet’s A Leaky Toilet.  Diseased.  Rotting Under Us … 

The Ozone’s Breached.  Broken.  Saved By Electric Cars?  You Musk Be Kidding, Elon … Recycled Plastics In Boxes Of Blue?

“Ocean’s Of Vile.  Toxic.  Polar Caps Shrinking.  Tides A Rising.  Hope Floats Eternal Without A Port To Call Home.”

Slurping Bottled Tap Water.  Lucky Bastards Artisanal Springs The Preeminent Brand. Gulped By Foolsheeple When The Taps Running Plenty.

 

THE MONEY WHORES

Rule The Roost … 

Banks Have Usurped Our Fiduciary Freedom Since Way Back In 1913.  If You Need A Date.  Further Back In John 2:15 To Be Exact.

“And, Sold It Back To Us At A Tidy Profit With Interest … For Whose Interest If Not Our Own?”

… Then, Conveniently Crashed The Market … To Take It All Back To Where It Returns To The Hands And Mouths Of The Few.

 

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TOO MANY WITH FAR FROM PLENTY

What This Is About?

Culling The Herd …

“Silencing Those Whom Can’t Be Heard?”

… The Flies Ain’t Dropping Where They’re Nesting … 

 

WE LEAD BY HATE, NOT BY LOVE

We Can’t Refuse To Feed Our Brothers And Sisters … 

“The One’s We Have To Feed, We Enslave.”

Slaughter The Poor Bastards We Can’t Bother To Feed … Because Why?

Hate Is The Hardened Artery Of Greed.  Greed … What Is That?  That’s Just You & Me Getting Our Share.

 

I’M READY TO GO BACK

To Simpler Times …  Any Time But Now … Maybe, I’m Nothing But Tired And Bored.

“Back When A Carb Was Something On Your Car Engine, And We Didn’t Count Them Or Hate Food Because It Made Us Fat With Ignorance .”

About The Day I Was Born.

I Don’t Need To Live To Be 120 Years Old.  I’m Good.  Any Day, Lord.

 

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18 thoughts on “Kuched Up, Again

  1. Writer of words

    Michael,

    What are the answers? Where are they? If one or two people out of every thousand go live off grid, it will hardly save the planet.

    It’s the bigger question(s) that has me rattled. While simultaneously I get sucked back into the societal norms.

    What’s next? That’s the (rhetorical) question, isn’t it. Because all I see right now is a fighting of fires in order to preserve how it was in the *good* old days (like, two weeks ago. Ha. It’s not even funny.)

    I think it’s understood, even if it’s resisted, that things can’t and shouldn’t go back to the old, spoiled way. But you and I and many others know that is what the plan is. What the public demands of the politicians.

    It’s just all so frustrating. (Sorry for ranting on your blog). (Well, not really.).

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