I’m tapped out yall. And maybe I shouldn’t be using such a contraction to address anyone as I cannot come up with a sufficient southern sickeningly sweet-as-pecan-pie white lie to get out of even the most mundane of annoying conversations or situations strangers suck me into. I’d like to bolt or tell you to fuck off, preferably, when I’m found to be confined by someone’s nonsense for which they need a captive audience, for whatever reason. In any case I don’t have the patience to entertain the fears expressed as nitpicking and thought policing by those who certainly know better in this global fascist takeover. “Please get real” is my motivating train of thought in pretty much any interaction with others these days.
Perhaps myself and other sharp minds I keep in contact with have a better “head space” in which we can process these bold advancements. I’ve been blogging piecemeal for years on the results we are seeing now in full gear. I have discussed nearly every strategy of tension more intensely playing out currently on this here blog and elsewhere and people are now trying to school me on these tactics. Old news and I make no apologies for my boredom and cutthroat retorts to their scolding.