Bad or baddest, neither stands alone...or at all. If the endless pursuit of an impossible dream works for you, we might talk...but the odds are strong against it.
Ideals exist. Optimism exists.Fearlessness...exists.
Beyond the Orwellian present there is reality pushing back against the deliberately divided, deluded masses. The smell of death. We hardly pause, conditioned to body counts...nearly daily mass assaults on our well managed entrapped collective psyche...a steady stream of lies and disinformation. Decades of it now, coming to a conclusion. Report or no report, the evidence is damming and unnoticed amidst the chaos.
Finally to emerge, or to be forever chained to shit mountain?
My father’s flag...the one kids believed in, crafted kids hidden from the truth of their origin stories; genocide, slavery, persecution, propaganda, patriotism...ignorance, greed, anger hate, and revenge.
No one person can survive this gauntlet intact alone. Most get lost somewhere in the above. The work is never done. The work will never be done. Chapters close, reports are filed, but the floors will always have to be washed and decks scrubbed.
God bless those rotten sons of bitches.