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The emigration/immigration issue is a blatant example of inequality and fascism of late. (Not easy to catch David smiling. Before he stated this piece, yup.) Anyway. More mind truthsayer 'soothe.
Yikes.
David opens with: 'Once you realise that, (that the world is a madhouse run by psychopaths)'...(paraphrase attempt, on his opening statement)...'the more (the 'IT' - the agony and war torn terror possessing us humans on our beloved spinning blue top) ...makes... sense. Sense. Ok ∃ something like the more you can understand it.....the more alive you are...
oh, am i 'bloviating, yet again? (love that word) sorry...
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Where's my damned 'spaceship?! I've been searching for evah...
oh, it's Earth'...all this time...
oh, it's Earth'...all this time...
But this here (MsD) simp - getting to the simpler side of (acceptance) knowing the truth, no matter how ugly or unbelievable --- and secretly engineered over way, Eons long timeframe = the bamboozling of humanity that has been going on for...and there seems to be no One Evil Entity to grab and be held accountable, or what...? "It" is a moving target! Heads Wrapping Around...'the IT'. As best as each individual can by their own unique way, hopefully with their sanity in tact...
David has that clear grasp and can handle blaming the leaders/countries that are most offensive.
Oh, war, I despiseBut ...it can't be willing humans that are actually //slitting the throats// of our future? These 'psychopaths' in their madhouse (good description) of 'more for us few, less for everyone else' feeding literally on all of us in one way or unconscionable other...
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives
Probably I was one more among countless kids who knew too much way too young. Survivor's guilt at not being in combat. Got jaded way too soon. Then after the mind-**** tornado (yet another hapless teen forced into mental hospital incarceration torture and nightmare, punished for a manic episode {but I have the key to life!: it's Universal Love!...CLAMP/shut/DOWN} around 1979) That had the effect of ...after that sitcom I slowly kept shutting down shunning reality more and more...went into denial trying to get away from it ever happening again and have a 'nice' ...my own little self-destructive rampage called life.
Psycho(path) Madhouse Doc 'Yank' (yup) told me in his chain=yank style, if I couldn't function on the 900mg lithium Rx thing, (99 lb kid drooling in a corner,) then to 'go on disability'. He should have been shot with that killer 900 mg thorazine blast, his own evil "medicine", in his own butt, to get perspective on his vocation. So much for asking for help with how to proceed with a horrid 'dis`ease' like that. Yet another cog, masterful doublespeak warmonger in his own way, that doc.
Thank Dog I was in a position to reject the Rx for so long...and thank Dog I didn't birth any more spawn of aurtistic persuasion, evidently... with sadness, seems to be the emerging case in my Nuclear Family (insert yellow puke buicket) lineage...
never forget, never again...gngngngngngngngngngngnngngngngngngngnngngngngngn
What a joker I was becoming, turning away from truth in youth, jest to develop 'work' skills and the lame attempt at a half decent 'career path' as some sort of backward rebellion to keep my mind off looming mentally ill homelessness. I wanted to do WORK!! of good value. (It's instilled in many folk blood.) But instead, Debt-Slave muddle- class foolishness, on through till golden years (since maybe I would be worthy by then to write, struggling to outlive another paternal figure) all the while choking on emerging truths.
Ugly Truth? Personally, Dad's work was so secreted that he could never tell us what he actually did for a 'living'. Why did I keep hounding him over the years asking for him to explain? He never would/could talk about it, {{they'd take away his vocation.}} Something about a kid with his family growing up running from the Nazis. Nuclear explosions and desecration of the earth and all 'her inhabitants haunted yet another little kid's day-mares. It's no wonder I grew to hate my own guts, but the unknowing of all that I can let go of now. It's not my fault the choices my parents made, including birthing yet another hapless human being...slippin in to darkness, WAR
'Well, I guess we just have to be grateful and try to appreciate how lucky we are'...How?! while indigenous people all over the world are getting war torn to smithereens?!...and MY HOME COUNTRY as one of the top three ugly PAWN vicious warmonger culprits...forget self-hatred and blame aside, these psychopaths are so RESPONSIBLE for human suffering equaling Colonialism...UGH. I need a mind shower:
hat tip to - Tina Turner sings in Welcome to the Terrordome
Not to be a bore, but Immigration is a subject close to my heart, (right up there with 'Forgiveness;') as my paternal 'rent was 30, from Canosa di Puglia (heal of 'the boot,) when I showed up on spaceship Earth. He was about 38? or so when he earned that ?proud? (insert painful confusion placeholder) ole u.s. (more theft and violence from/for US, so less for all the good folk type mentality?) citizenship.
Yeah, yeah, it was a cool experience etc. to teach a (beloved) parent the nuances of ...'English' (gulp! grrrrrr crazy language as it is), in that it helped give the child the (choke!) 'gift' of perspective being yet another dreaded 'ugly american' 'lame tourist'* type loser. At least I became well aware that how I embraced life totally sucked, and I was stuck in the quicksand of aware denial. No eye contact, please, it hurts. Yikes.
It's confusing, because I love the land here in the u.s. But the Natives were massacred and their home and way of life was STOLEN from them, and the survivors were incarcerated and brainwashed into self-destructive ways of the Colonialists. Then we were lied to about all this glorified viciousness. Truth hurts like a knife ripping through the soul-dire.
Why I thought I deserved to at least struggle to live 'my' life, I have yet to fathom. What did come naturally was the will to write something right, and hey, this tiny sandbox is it. But I knew I was such an ugly person, (all wrapped up in acting out idiotic 's♬ ♪ubconscious' child abuses with a pretty stupid shiny red white and blue bow,) and therefore obviously I truly always came to the blatant conclusion that I had nothing worthy to offer.
Here, have an 'Arrogant Bastard' ale...tag line 'you're not worthy' with a devil on the label...YIKES or NOT pass the yellow puke bucket, please, where? Oh, there, on the Right Wing of yet another geoengineering hijacked airplane. Ouch. Pass the salt?
Well now the tsunami of memory is coming back, as difficult as that can be at times. If I could only be my quiet self. Thankful for stupidity, serendipity and emerging Sense. At least there is purpose now, a hunger to hear more voices and the fortitude to not cave at the insanity. The psychopaths in the madhouse are insane, NOT folk like me, Slippin into Darkness, WAR♬ ♪.
In other words, getting out of the Denial stage into acceptance, wait. THAT is not the right word. This infuriating language, English! Ok. You know, so well. And yes, humanity is ruddy tired of this knowing. We needed to get to the next steps a few centuries ago would have been decent...poor spinning top One Living Organism earth. Damn sick of being so angry and sad about what's done to humanity, how our existence has all along been preyed upon since the dawn of our existence. By a psychopathic, evil parasitic greed, word up: 'Archon' works. Uh-oh, better publish this blip fast before the berserk gremlins crash the old pee sea tower!!!
It's sooooo frustrating Knowing that humanity is so capable, and technology could be so relatively quickly positioned, to save Gaia from this ongoing destruction. Ah, Potential, intelligently belligerent in the face. Soothe with extra-strength truth.
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