“If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you're misinformed.” #MarkTwain
I'm sorry I haven't been posting a lot, I've been off world.
So let's get thru the indigestible part. Being outside half the radius of the galaxy, in the podunk outreaches, altho less likely than at its center, there's no doubt in my mind that you've met a psychic, time traveler, extraterrestrial, remote controlled exploration clone, standard clone, humanoid in a human suit, or any combination thereof. It's not that hard to imagine, they see the errors of our ways and either excuse them from familiarity as a universal constant of sentient life, and/or, laff their collective asses clean off.
I do the same, from time to time.
This humane revelation becomes me, but there's always that notion of conformity to the evolutionary participle, the survival mode that in our species' early stages or our potential shared by the sentient around the known universe, here and there, to improve the situation beyond the scope of improvisation and into capability.
By this I mean the wandering idiots.
I speak of the people who still speak for others and have no thoughts of their own. I would say do not listen to 'this' or 'that' and you would, perhaps even in anger, taking time to defend the source, they couldn't be wrong in your empty mind, the change from talking to me scares you, or the chance of being wrong confuses you to anger.
When I was your age.
Those who speak without improving silence, defending lies in good faith, even if I give no fucks that day, infect others that would cross my path, my very essence devoted to a sacrosanct expectation that explanation of fact isn't required, and I'd even go as far to say, I share this with you now, not of my opinion, nor my society, but my planet you threaten with heavy lies.
The unlikely beginnings of individualism.
It all begins with somewhere a dilettante, a person famous for being famous, an expert renowned only for being known as an expert, decides to swindle thru life, then when that warmth dies they sacrifice an unwavering moral principle to the proverbial fire to stay warm. If there isn't a problem, they make one. A news outlet reporting on riots they began, the self-liberalized protester banging on the table hoping for Uncle Sam to uneasily make them stop to prove that uneasy things happen, has proven that poverty is the great equalizers, idiots love poverty, and liars love idiots.
Going too far with 'the message'.
I mean, when you protest the heroes, it makes no sense, and I want it to stop. I get so confused, some countries have a plethora of political castes that share interests with simpler systems, and in 'the states' it seems that even the two party system has the same goals, but without generalizing one side or the other, i don't even have-to really, the correction escapes everyone because of the terminology and the flaws go unnoticed because of the idea that there is another side to things. There are no sides anymore. You're on a planet. One, lame, planet. An island in the stars. With no amount of certainty I can say someone is going to take what you take, or don't take (seems more accurate), for granted. Everyone deserves a chance to help, if you refuse to help, then let the truth fade away while reality bites you in the lazy ass. The vents are open and i'm closing them, but I just want all to know, one of the few things I can promise in this universe, if you go looking for an enemy, you're gonna find one.
Si me buscas, me encuentras.
Si me buscas, me encuentras.