by William Skink
I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to think of what to say, but I don’t know what to say.
I went to the lake this weekend. A perennial complaint from my better half is my time spent staring into the screen of my goddamn phone. So I tried to limit access, yet every time I made the online rounds, bang, some new bombshell exploded.
Thursday night, after the family settles in to the cabin, I check my phone to see some berserker dude in a truck killed dozens of people in France, latest count, 84.
The next day, after kayaking and exploring Philipsburg, I check the phone (which I consciously didn’t bring with me) and see there is an ongoing military coup in Turkey.
Saturday I notice a local scare when I see a news report on Facebook about a friend of a friend’s teen daughter gone missing. The situation is ongoing.
Then we pack it up Sunday, and by the conclusion of our trip home I see that 3 cops have been killed in Baton Rouge, one suspect dead, others at large.
I don’t know what to say.
First, check to see if any off the events are real. Most are not. Our overlords want us to be in a state of fear, to fear and distrust one another, and feel angst and turn to them for protection. It appears to be working.
Almost all people are good. We’re safe. Remove alcohol we’d not even need police. That’s why they have to fake these events. They don’t otherwise come about.
Relax.
fuck off, Mark. you don’t have a clue what is happening outside your privileged Colorado outpost.
From my “priveleged outpost” I see you being twisted like a pretzel. My only advantage over you is that I have been around longer and can see the river behind me while you are paddling away against the wind. If you stop, you lose ground. Sucks to be you. Happy to be me.
Jerk.
What to say? “Make America Safe Again” sounds pretty good today.
When minds go numb (from excessive propaganda), the next cycle of war is not far off. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfZVu0alU0I