To be honest, I'm fueled by an incredible rage. After I publish an article, I am often exhausted for days.
Society always wants us to be 'medicated' 'happy' and 'polite.' I do not think the past three years would have been allowed to occur if people of distinction were allowed to rage. Unfortunately, there are simply not enough of us anymore.
I am reminded of the public meetings where citizens expressed their concerns and some smug, masked cat lady would say 'stop getting angry - adverse reflection - your 2 minutes is over' and then we just had to 'take our seat.'
I feel you. I am so angry and the reason I don't write about the Scamdemic is because people like yourself do it so much better. But I am livid! My whole bearing and life outlook has radically altered. I'm a goddamn lion these days. Fierce and unrelenting to those who are wrong. It is writers like yourself that are making the difference. I write pithy musings, you write gutsy well researched pieces and I salute you.
Absolutely. And all the readers. My writing would be worthless without them and I would feel totally alone. Just knowing there are people out there who would have my back is priceless.
Even if I only had 5 readers I would put exactly the amount of care and research into every article I do now because I know it is the historical record.
Also Dollyboy you should write about the scamdemic if you want. Personal testimonies are critical. That's what I'm aiming for in my next article just have to find the right angle. God will guide my fingers in time He always does.
Beautifully written. I had a childhood of moderate affluence rather than of drabness, but I think the gap was not quite so wide in the 1960s as it is now.
I have been trying to compose something similar. I grew up working class in the 50s and 60s, and our house was healthy with a healthy garden with flowers, fruit and vegetables there for the picking. We had access to everything the middle class kids had access to. That was in England but I think it was the same in Australia, where we arrived as immigrants in 1965. It was fine to be poor. You could still live a good life. But no longer. Everything has been stripped away from the working classes who now need three incomes per household to live well, not just one or two.
thoughtful musings. I enjoyed reading this
Hobart, Tasmania. I don't think there ever was a more 'normie' place on the face of the earth.
I lived in Launceston for a year. Yeah quiet. Normal. Dare I say bogan. But damn it's so pretty there. Hobart is a beautiful place.
I don't believe ANYBODY in Oz has "Agency". Rich or poor. We are disposable assets of the Amerikan Empire.
This hit hard. Malignant magic is right. You really hit the nail on the head here. I'm in awe.
I wish I could write half as well as you do. ☺️
To be honest, I'm fueled by an incredible rage. After I publish an article, I am often exhausted for days.
Society always wants us to be 'medicated' 'happy' and 'polite.' I do not think the past three years would have been allowed to occur if people of distinction were allowed to rage. Unfortunately, there are simply not enough of us anymore.
I am reminded of the public meetings where citizens expressed their concerns and some smug, masked cat lady would say 'stop getting angry - adverse reflection - your 2 minutes is over' and then we just had to 'take our seat.'
Next time I shall not 'take my seat.'
I feel you. I am so angry and the reason I don't write about the Scamdemic is because people like yourself do it so much better. But I am livid! My whole bearing and life outlook has radically altered. I'm a goddamn lion these days. Fierce and unrelenting to those who are wrong. It is writers like yourself that are making the difference. I write pithy musings, you write gutsy well researched pieces and I salute you.
I'm going to have an article out soon where I hope people will take the time to contribute. Will you look out for it?
Definitely not. 😉 Natch.
CHEEKY
Absolutely. And all the readers. My writing would be worthless without them and I would feel totally alone. Just knowing there are people out there who would have my back is priceless.
Even if I only had 5 readers I would put exactly the amount of care and research into every article I do now because I know it is the historical record.
Also Dollyboy you should write about the scamdemic if you want. Personal testimonies are critical. That's what I'm aiming for in my next article just have to find the right angle. God will guide my fingers in time He always does.
When my neighbour said I should be liquidated in a camp for being unvaccinated, I changed instantly. He said the quiet part out loud.
If I could be seen by the pious majority as a piece of trash to be 'liquidated' all bets were off.
I'm just glad people like reading my Substack and I have a little platform until the last one left turns out the lights.
Beautifully written. I had a childhood of moderate affluence rather than of drabness, but I think the gap was not quite so wide in the 1960s as it is now.
I have been trying to compose something similar. I grew up working class in the 50s and 60s, and our house was healthy with a healthy garden with flowers, fruit and vegetables there for the picking. We had access to everything the middle class kids had access to. That was in England but I think it was the same in Australia, where we arrived as immigrants in 1965. It was fine to be poor. You could still live a good life. But no longer. Everything has been stripped away from the working classes who now need three incomes per household to live well, not just one or two.
No, I don't think it was. Whereabouts did you grow up?