Day 394, What Happened During My Sickness Nap?

So ummmm, What happened, the internet just seemed to turn into a cry space. A don’t touch me there, though I said to let me touch you there, of conceptual and real things. I am very confused as to when the the human race became so weak, did I shift to a plane of existence that is not my own and I am now in a world of constant involuntary babies who cry as they are not the reason for human, phycological, Para social and incestuious common place of the so called intellectuals. Like wow, just wow.

So when I speak of this I don’t mean the foodies and the travelers, nor the ones who read or the ones who make wonderful renditions of music. They are seemingly still stable, for now. However these things like what is going on with this Candice Owens, just to start with her, causing a isidium among the vegetables of humanity. Just a growth of malignant and viral outcropping of disease and hateful manners of collaborations.

To have the words to bring callous to the very death of a human being, to award the inceptives and devolved, a system of not truth or logic, even being wrong can be logical, but a system of raising the (metaphorical) decayed body to the world to say “look, it was this person or this person who did it.” With nothing attributing to the reasons of this but pain. The only reason this is being done, well for idolization as the feeling of being the golden cow is failing.

From that to the whole shooting at Tim Pools Compound and what it has turned into. A vicious disease that spreads here as well is the disease of feeling like you matter. You don’t, honestly 99% of all people born and deceased mean nothing. You get one out of 2000 years roughly who become a notion of change or development. Trillions of people before you did not matter and trillions more after you will not matter. You will change nothing, you will have no impact on the human landscape and due to this, people do things that they think will matter forever. Old Timmy boy is not a actor of malice, though sometimes wrong and sometimes belligerently cruel it is his way. Though some things he says are involuntary conkers, like all of us who say odd shit, it is not enough to warned death to a man who speaks. Even jesters can be right. So why become one of these sociopathic, unimportant, never to be remembered, never to be thought of in pride do such a thing to some one in the same boat. Timmy may have lots of money and lots of people watching him, he will mean nothing in 50 years, less then a life time will make him irrelevant, he knows that I think. Why I hope the only thing in the world that he finds worth living for is his family.

The might Peirce Morgan has become a home bound name has become the mockery of all. From his wife telling us all the dirt she feels for him and yet he holds some kind of social predication. I don’t get it, Well I have to mention also not just that but his character and his motive have become a slime ball. To try and become what is not, is to become a fool that is the mockery of all your intentions. Why are people like him and his fall down more important then the rape of a lot of the children of his county men. Oh that is right, according to them, the rapes are not ‘Really” happening, they just need to accept the culture of others more and it will stop. We can see it in our own streets, the screams and horrors of a corrupted nations come to your home and you do nothing, then the payment you make is a loved ones innocence. I think we need to come back to a old idea. I really think that we as a western culture have one thing left and if not, then we are screw. We have to remember, “violence against a invader is not a solution, but it is the answer.”

I am just really confussled about this thing we are creating, a viral outbreak of humanity against the grain of acceptance. Will you sacrifice your humanity for the notion you are of acceptance, or will you protect your humanity and stand as one who must be accepted. I think the former is the one a lot have taken.

Until later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.

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