the twitter bird

Sun 11.7.21

      I can’t stand the United States at this time; everybody’s crazy, trying to outgun the others.  There is just this  pure hatred for anyone who dares to speak an honest word.  When doctors and nurses, people with a great deal to lose, career, pension plan, financial stability are willing to chuck it all rather than take the vac, I say the discussion about it’s efficacy is over. 

Then you have the race situation.  We are all racists.  Notice how owls like to hang with other owls?  They make short work of the little fluttery ones.  The same is true with deer and caribou.  We all like to hang with our own kind.  I can hear the white heart flutter as they read along.  Is she crossing the bridge, gonna say bad things about the blacks?  Whites more than other races have been pounded with the notion that they are to blame for what happened to blacks.   And there is this timidity about saying or even thinking negatively about the blacks.  Of course, there is a government behind all this feeding the frenzy, investing in it.  There is now even a school program teaching kids the game of black and white and whose side one belongs in.  With a black president of the country, a black lawyer on the supreme court, a black member of the the president’s cabinet the line was getting fuzzy.  Who was the perpetrator and who was the victim?  Something had to be done.

I’m sorry for what happened to the blacks; I’m sorry for what happened to the Jews; I’m sorry for what happens to women, I’m sorry for what happened to the Native Americans; I’m sorry for what’s happening to white men.  This could go on for a long time because there’s a lot to be sorry for.  I’m sorry for all the witches killed at the Catholic inquisition.  Some villages and towns completely denuded of women and their wise knowledge of the earth.   I’m sure you have your own list of sorries.  Being sorry doesn’t mean I’m to blame.  No one’s to blame.  We are an aggressive species that is over-populating the earth 1000 to one; it is becoming harder and harder to control these baser instincts at all levels of society.  Just imagine what it would be like if there were no laws.  But laws cannot control what you think, only the actions.  And the law itself easily succumbs to the wiles of the elites. That’s the best that can be done.  Granted you don’t like me and I’m not fond you. 

Ultimately, it comes down to good times, happy feelings, an innocence reclaimed.  I want to hang with scantily clad people who tell good jokes and make me laugh; a world filled with music and dance.  I want a beach too, warm sand between the toes and a sun embracing me over and over again, a mother’s child suckling at her tit.  That’s really what it’s about, the good times in one’s life versus being right, being smarter, being richer.  This “pandemic” has erased that part of the human experience that enjoys pleasurable interaction.   We have to find our way  back, but first we have to kill the Twitter bird.

The favorite post this month has been the podcast, Luhrenloup’s Path