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The Great Wake 87: Tiny Chaos

 

This only ends one way, with cry babies in the streets, holding signs, holding each other.  Yelling about equity and billionaires and how so and so better keep their mouth shut (Theory Of So applies again).  Apathy is the real deal, shunning and mocking is the real way.  Leave them to their tiny chaos.  Let them cry it out, it's actually essential to develop the lungs, just keep the door closed, ignore them.

It'll be the same burning of city trash cans and masked cowards standing in line, getting up in the personal spaces of unknown enemies.  A cootie alert'll be issued by some department or organization, supply chains'll snap, China, Russia, Ukraine, my Argentina, my Mexico, Oh Canada, all the way to Japan.  Hurricanes, fires, floods, and twisters.  Mother Nature, that bitch!  Woe is me, oh woe is me, woe, woe, woe.

Go pay your bills, get a life going.  Perhaps two outlets, one creative, one active.  Move around, protesting is a waste, a net calorie disaster, especially after all the sugar drinks and afternoon snacks.  And looting's just a bad look, quit stealing shit.  Quit sucking your thumbs.

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