I will reblog anyone's thoughts on how irritatingly slow it is to change our minds, or to learn something new, or how often things break, all day long—especially if it has a bit of humour to it. Here is my latest find in my feed about Hallmark matrix bluepilled, who tend to be older folk who have become wearied by all the ups & downs in life, they just want to not be bothered by how much trouble the world is in. This particular piece has left it to your imagination who in your life this describes.. Again be thankful how the preceding #generations have helped to make it so unbearable for you that you kind of have no other choice than to be redpilled & see reality for all its incessant preening and unadulterated self-perpetuating ambition of everyone chasing after their rainbow—up until it is rendered obsolete & pointless by technological advancements and/or shifting needs/wants—then watching everyone redefine their own sense of meaning & worth until one day soon they die alone surrounded by ppl who also have a hallowed-out soul:
i think political awareness is a kind of madness, you know? not to look at bananas in your grocery store in the mountains in landlocked america and know why exactly they're so cheap. that's sanity. not to see the shadow people stand stock-still out of the corner of your eye, that's an irritant, not madness. but to talk to someone you know, and for them to talk about hallmark movies. and then they mention how wholesome they are. that's when the madness takes you. it seeps into your neurons, saturates your grey matter. the madness takes you, and you have to look them in the eye, and smile, and nod. you have to nod your head about how hallmark movies are so wholesome, as if you can't draw a straight, clear line between the political underpinnings of the average hallmark movie right to the political beliefs of [redacted] adolf hitler himself. and then the conversation passes, and you can hide in a world of your own creation, once again, and the madness passes. and you take the moment to complain with some friends about how much hallmark movies suck. —vmlinuz-edge
I am a realist, I have no qualms looking through the veneer ppl plaster over what they say & do in order to sell us on how acceptable their latest venture is; or how we all should buy in on what they have to sell us in order to claw their way up the social ladder. They can repeat this as often as they need, bc we all are doing the very same thing in our own way until YHWH rescues us from ourselves.. Thank GOD, every era comes with an expiry date—this does not have to go on forever—we don't all die hopelessly in vain.
