Pissed Off & Proud: Burn It To The Ground

I mean this wholeheartedly when I ask, what in the fuck are we doing? Pardon my French, but we appear to be living in an era of fukery that seems to be never-ending. It’s like we are allowing this shitstorm to continue so long as we are comfortable. As long as it suits us, right?

I mean, does this really suit us? Is this really what we want from life? Really? Stagnant wages, high bills, endless bullshit? We are all sitting ducks, just watching pale, stale men lie through their dentures, getting paid to spread division and sow discord.

Let me be crystal fucking clear: death doesn’t care what flag you fly, what language you speak, what god you believe in, what land you bicker on. It doesn’t care for labels, age, skin colour, orientation, how much money you have, how many likes or followers or material goods. It doesn’t care if you’re the smartest, prettiest or the strongest. It simply doesn’t care. God knows why we do.

So, I ask you, again, mysterious reader, is this what you want from life? Is this the sort of world you want to live in? A world of bureaucratic boxes that tells how to think, how to feel, what’s normal and what isn’t? That convinces you that something is wrong with you, then sells you a cure. That tells you you aren’t working hard enough to pay for a home you are never in - a home with black mould on the walls? We are not living, just barely existing as we fight amongst each other, knowing full well who is responsible for our troubles.

If you haven’t read Animal Farm, now is the time.

We need to move away from tribal thinking. The only box you should be in is the one when you’ve met the end. Human beings are incredible creatures. Think about all the things we’ve invented, discovered! From fire and the wheel, radiation and electricity, hell even wheat being made into flour that then makes bread.

Burnel, Tesla, Curie. Architecture, art, music, food. The many languages of humanity, dead, alive, forgotten. And this is what we choose to do with our short but not so sweet time on Earth. Fuck Mars; this planet is all we need. It is what we want that is still not decided.

Because we can never fucking agree with one another. Negotiations and diplomacy are completely absent. Thanks to our precious internet, we’ve all been given a stage to project our shitty opinions onto one another, instead of a table to sit at.

All the knowledge in the world and we still don’t understand any of it. This little thing we call life. I think we can at least all agree that everyone should be able to live happily and peacefully.

I’m tired; I’m pissed off and proud. We deserve more than this; the price for freedom has already been paid for thrice over, if not more.

We cannot keep expecting someone else to do the job. If you want it done, we do it ourselves.

So get your shit together, stand up straight, iron your shirt, control your impulses and emotions, take a moment and think about what needs to be done, and act on it.

Don’t cause harm; there’s already been enough; do not stoop to lower levels when we need to raise the bar and protect the vulnerable, always. Unionise and do your bit for the betterment of humanity; we've got a new world we need to build.

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