Days Before The World Wept
I don't think this is news, but everything is a bit messed up right now, the world seems on the precipice of the end of times.
Funnily for many people this might actually be a relief, finally no more tax returns! No more stubbing our toes! we wont' have toes!!!
Of course for some it is a dark and depressing time, to quote the yoot of the day; it's giving apocalypse.
But please, hold the zombies or cannibalism, I cannot possibly taste good.
America has a diminutive orange psycho in charge, and far as I can see it, the rest of the world is doomed to burn because leaders are too afraid of him and Israel to do anything, and all the while everyone is posting on social media, about their wants and needs and desires.
There are AI writers and bots, and "film scenes", actors that are AI, and AI farms are burning through so much water that every environmental expert is worried, yet people needs those cool little avatars, cause those will be cool when we are all molten ash.
I just want people to be nice and maybe be hyped about my book.
Kindness and honesty should be our currency. But of course, that isn't what sells, gotta keep pumping money into the military industrial complex; it's giving "world war 3: rise of the psycho paedophiles"
Still some people will bow and kneel and plead "please rob us blind whilst hoarding all the wealth, criminal daddy I love you so".
Do these idiots not know what happens if a few megatons goes off in your vicinity? Ask Sarah Connor about that one dream sequence in T2.
Sunblock won't actually save you mind. And neither will the nonces you praise.
I have taken a few shots at the US, so UK... I mean, Andrew was arrested, Mandelson too, but surely we need to look at our selves too?
I mean, accusations were made about Andrew years ago and COVERED UP! That is perversion of justice, which is a crime, why was nothing done about that?
For the record, this is my fourth attempt at launching a blog, and each time before I felt I was holding back, that I wasn't being wholly me, I would shy away from things and not say the words I wanted to, well no more.
I have things to say, so I say them.
If you don't like it... I mean, okay. but why?
I have found myself becoming much more argumentative, frustrated, and much fatter than before.
This is a joke.
I have always been fat.
Still a sexy fat man I will have you know.
Just ask the lady I keep locked up in the basement.
For the record, I neither have a basement, nor a chained up lady, that sounds like a bad idea; it's giving Joseph Fritzl.
My name is Neal.
But you know me as JealousGod216 on a number of platforms. I am a writer, and a person with a dark sense of humour, but a deep sense of justice.
And honestly, I am just trying to make sense of a world that doesn't make sense before I die, which I hope is a few decades away at least.
Now I am going to go, and assuming the world is still here, I will post again in a day or two.
Neal out.
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