Accentuating a variable rate death machine
One week later, not a step closer to a reliable future. I fear people are losing their grasp.
After the Saturday march, Sunday brought me fever and a great deal of stomach/bowel harm. There's an outside chance that a higher power (which is not on my side) was reigning down punishment. There's also a chance that I needed to cleanse my soul of negativity. There's also a chance that viruses and bacteria were planted in me to suppress me. There's also a chance that my body's natural filtering system was purging the debris it had collected in mass quantity over the previous two weeks - the normal debris of daily life is usually able to be expelled without harm through normal bowel movements, etc. Anyway I, and my resolve, live on. My feverish dreams of repetitive protest encounters made me want to remove myself from my own body, but I was, at the time, immobile.
Now, on to week 3, or rather, week 3 has almost ended. What will happen now? I'm not entirely sure, but I try to remain positive that things will resolve for the better and that society is not becoming a bit what I pessimistically think it might already be. The signs of my previous post becoming reality are clearly evident: the campaigns fueled by wealth seek to divide, and are probably effective. Every commercial break on the major networks features two ads by a Republican governor's organization or by Americans for Prosperity - a group making a full assault on Wisconsin day in and day out (check out their website if you don't believe me, and, if you have the guts, investigate who funds them).
TV:strong, people: weak. One day, I hope, people will at the very least rise up against their technological slave driving devices... or think about what shows up on their screens at the very least. This will be simple and won't actually cause us any public scrutiny or lost time at work like doing the same to public officials might.
C'est la vie.
After the Saturday march, Sunday brought me fever and a great deal of stomach/bowel harm. There's an outside chance that a higher power (which is not on my side) was reigning down punishment. There's also a chance that I needed to cleanse my soul of negativity. There's also a chance that viruses and bacteria were planted in me to suppress me. There's also a chance that my body's natural filtering system was purging the debris it had collected in mass quantity over the previous two weeks - the normal debris of daily life is usually able to be expelled without harm through normal bowel movements, etc. Anyway I, and my resolve, live on. My feverish dreams of repetitive protest encounters made me want to remove myself from my own body, but I was, at the time, immobile.
Now, on to week 3, or rather, week 3 has almost ended. What will happen now? I'm not entirely sure, but I try to remain positive that things will resolve for the better and that society is not becoming a bit what I pessimistically think it might already be. The signs of my previous post becoming reality are clearly evident: the campaigns fueled by wealth seek to divide, and are probably effective. Every commercial break on the major networks features two ads by a Republican governor's organization or by Americans for Prosperity - a group making a full assault on Wisconsin day in and day out (check out their website if you don't believe me, and, if you have the guts, investigate who funds them).
TV:strong, people: weak. One day, I hope, people will at the very least rise up against their technological slave driving devices... or think about what shows up on their screens at the very least. This will be simple and won't actually cause us any public scrutiny or lost time at work like doing the same to public officials might.
C'est la vie.
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