this IS the dystopia
Those of you waiting for the apocalypse or for dystopia to come knocking on your door are wearing peril-sensitive sunglasses; this IS the apocalypse. It's happening now. Every day. Every moment of each day.
We live in a "nation" divided almost in half:
It isn't "our country." This "country" belongs to corporations. This country belongs to the intellectually, emotionally and socially ignorant and inept. This country belongs to the complacent, the old, the cruel, the wealthy and the indifferent. This country is slowly passing on ownership to the children it has manufactured to be JUST LIKE THEIR PREDECESSORS!
This isn't even a country at war with itself. It's not fighting itself. It habitually behaves as its told and acts with response to stimuli. There's no revolution, no civil war, no dissent.
In this "country," people who know you the least are telling you who you are. People who know themselves the least are plugging their ears and burying their heads when they act with selfishness and anti-social behavior. In this "country," this collection of cranky and bitter sibling countries (wrongly referred to as "states"), we citizens are expected to not think. We're expected to not demand protection of our "rights" as they've been defined by those who withhold them.
We're not allowed to show the slightest bit of honest emotion.
We are expected to never get angry, regardless of the cause and reason.
This is the way the world ends, kids. Not with nook-yoo-lar bombs. The world ends, bit by bit, second by second, day by day as people remain complacent, learning how to have no rights and no property by decades of attrition. The world ends generation by generation as the elderly pass on their hate of the young and demand the same social foolishness that made them miserable and hateful.
This is the world ending, quietly, under the weight of your finger tips as you rant uselessly on a blog, under the weight of your ass as you watch television and are told what to think, under the weight of your complacent ignorance which terrorizes the few who think, feel and make active decisions.
This is YOUR world and you've made out of it what you have by doing NOTHING progressive or even ACTIVE.
As your world disintegrates under the weight of your selfishness, MY world is being retroactively aborted while shouting "Autism Awareness!" on billboards and bumper stickers. MY world is never to be. My world never had a chance and will never have a hope. MY world is the detritus that you leave behind for me and my mutant peers of unwealthy, disabled (by you), former middle-class losers that you have beaten and abused with your "this is just the way it is" and your "a lawyer costs [this] much in order to try fighting to protect your [god/state/federal] given rights."
Bend down, fall to your knees and pray to your gods that you may continue to reap all that you and your parents have sown until the day you die. Pray that you can hold on to the benefits of your complacency before those benefits are forgotten and history is rewritten by the corporate warriors, soldiers of legal fortune and mercenaries who's services can be retained for the right fees.
Pray that you don't live long enough to fight the battles my kind have already lost (winning lip service is an anti-victory). Pray that you die before you are held accountable by those who rewrite the rewritten history, looking to put blame anywhere but on the shoulders of the giants who dominate this corporate monster known as "The United States of America." Pray that you die before there is no more nation, or, gods forbid, blood is actually spilt en mass, by enough thousands of organized individuals for the term "civil war" to be suggested (and then tossed aside as the federal military fires upon the citizens which pay it to build weapons and provide it thrones to rule from).
Pray that you never have to live a life where the body is forced to live on after the will to live has been long since murdered.
Oh, you do that already. Those people are called the ignorant elderly and they entertain themselves by abusing disabled people.
THIS is the apocalypse. YOUR apocalyse. No zombies. No massive dollopse of ketchup. No invasions from aliens (terrestrial or non). Rarely a bomb or a bullet fired on "home soil..." it's such a damn shame letdown of an apocalypse, isn't it?
Damn you for what you've made of my world that never will be and my life that never was meant to be.
We live in a "nation" divided almost in half:
- those that are intolerant racists/sexists/etc. and those who pretend not to be.
- people who do things for themselves only and those who pretend to care about others.
- them that never follow through on promises and them that come up with excuses not to.
- sociopaths that wear masks of normality and sociopaths becoming psychopaths.
It isn't "our country." This "country" belongs to corporations. This country belongs to the intellectually, emotionally and socially ignorant and inept. This country belongs to the complacent, the old, the cruel, the wealthy and the indifferent. This country is slowly passing on ownership to the children it has manufactured to be JUST LIKE THEIR PREDECESSORS!
This isn't even a country at war with itself. It's not fighting itself. It habitually behaves as its told and acts with response to stimuli. There's no revolution, no civil war, no dissent.
In this "country," people who know you the least are telling you who you are. People who know themselves the least are plugging their ears and burying their heads when they act with selfishness and anti-social behavior. In this "country," this collection of cranky and bitter sibling countries (wrongly referred to as "states"), we citizens are expected to not think. We're expected to not demand protection of our "rights" as they've been defined by those who withhold them.
We're not allowed to show the slightest bit of honest emotion.
We are expected to never get angry, regardless of the cause and reason.
This is the way the world ends, kids. Not with nook-yoo-lar bombs. The world ends, bit by bit, second by second, day by day as people remain complacent, learning how to have no rights and no property by decades of attrition. The world ends generation by generation as the elderly pass on their hate of the young and demand the same social foolishness that made them miserable and hateful.
This is the world ending, quietly, under the weight of your finger tips as you rant uselessly on a blog, under the weight of your ass as you watch television and are told what to think, under the weight of your complacent ignorance which terrorizes the few who think, feel and make active decisions.
This is YOUR world and you've made out of it what you have by doing NOTHING progressive or even ACTIVE.
As your world disintegrates under the weight of your selfishness, MY world is being retroactively aborted while shouting "Autism Awareness!" on billboards and bumper stickers. MY world is never to be. My world never had a chance and will never have a hope. MY world is the detritus that you leave behind for me and my mutant peers of unwealthy, disabled (by you), former middle-class losers that you have beaten and abused with your "this is just the way it is" and your "a lawyer costs [this] much in order to try fighting to protect your [god/state/federal] given rights."
Bend down, fall to your knees and pray to your gods that you may continue to reap all that you and your parents have sown until the day you die. Pray that you can hold on to the benefits of your complacency before those benefits are forgotten and history is rewritten by the corporate warriors, soldiers of legal fortune and mercenaries who's services can be retained for the right fees.
Pray that you don't live long enough to fight the battles my kind have already lost (winning lip service is an anti-victory). Pray that you die before you are held accountable by those who rewrite the rewritten history, looking to put blame anywhere but on the shoulders of the giants who dominate this corporate monster known as "The United States of America." Pray that you die before there is no more nation, or, gods forbid, blood is actually spilt en mass, by enough thousands of organized individuals for the term "civil war" to be suggested (and then tossed aside as the federal military fires upon the citizens which pay it to build weapons and provide it thrones to rule from).
Pray that you never have to live a life where the body is forced to live on after the will to live has been long since murdered.
Oh, you do that already. Those people are called the ignorant elderly and they entertain themselves by abusing disabled people.
THIS is the apocalypse. YOUR apocalyse. No zombies. No massive dollopse of ketchup. No invasions from aliens (terrestrial or non). Rarely a bomb or a bullet fired on "home soil..." it's such a damn shame letdown of an apocalypse, isn't it?
Damn you for what you've made of my world that never will be and my life that never was meant to be.
Labels: anti-social, arrogance, autism, censorship, commercialized, desires of suicide, exposure, humans, neuroracism, shame, sociopathy, the corporate states of america, truth, you have no rights
posted by dysamoria at
4:32 PM
2 Comments:
My sweet kittypuss Momo just came in here
and sitted down on my leg, I pussed him and he
sweetly mewed and I kissed his little nose.
This is the world I have to chose
to keep from getting my butt ripped
off and rocketed at the moon.
I stay in my playroom, what can a
little boy do about all the stupid
poop that goes on out in the
mean Bob and Carole Normal
stupidpoop world?
Nuthnuth.
Nothing.
Nuthnuth bott 2 play in his
playroom where he is safe.
Let the Carole and Bobs ride
around in their stupid SUV cars,
what can a little boy do?
Let the Bobs cheat on their Caroles
as they guzzle their yukky beer
in smoke filled pubs, what can
a little boy do?
This little boy can love his kittypuss,
play with the lost children of the
Bob and Carole Normal world who
forgot their kids who now call me
big brother and dont even remember
who their parents are.
This little boy can love the forgotten
if they are nice to him and play
nice.
But this little boy has no room for
Bob and Carole Normal.
that was beautifully said.
i wish i could do the same as you.
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