Everything gets worse and worse. The problems keep piling one after another, the pandemic chained us to our homes for months, millions of people lost their livelihoods and lives, whatever savings you had were erased by inflation, the cities burn in the name of racial equality, protests which are outside of the law but are the only gatherings allowed by the government, elections that are “fortified” to guarantee an specific result regardless of the will of the people, the judicial system being destroyed from the inside by unelected, case choosing corrupt judges and being destroyed from the outside by the media. The media, original arbiters of truth that need to change their story every two weeks and expect us to not notice. All of this was added to the sexual tensions and absolutely horrendous abuse of children that our society already had. Currently it is more socially unacceptable to date a 17 year old than to chop off a child’s dick or expose them to pornography at the age of 4. You can get more years for approaching a woman at a bar than for intentionally spreading AIDS.
The invisible chains keep getting tighter, and is not going to get any better, the vaccine passports are already here and the constant booster shots for the vaccine loom over the horizon. Are we no more than automatons? Not allowed to own a house or open your own business, reusing other people’s clothes, not allowed to speak with each other outside of the eye of big tech for fear that we will accidentally lie to each other by sharing our day face to face. We know as much as we need to know to do our job shuffling paper around to comply with current regulatory and societal standards, it is not a secret that there are more middle managers who do no actual work than ever before, more human resources representatives, more social media managers, more marketing experts, we have entire university departments dedicated to destroying the foundations of our society like the family and the concept of objective reality itself, and massive corporations pay these faux intellectuals to berate their employees into complying. And those who enjoy the high life of the ever shrinking middle class, can sit back and enjoy the highest of luxuries allowed to worker drones, having another poor drone deliver your food to your doorstep instead of going to get it yourself or God forbid! Making it yourself. And if you ever feel unhappy with the current state of existence, you can go to your shrink so he can prescribe you a pill to trick your brain into thinking everything is fine.
The despair keeps mounting, memories of the weimar republic flash as we reach highs they could never dream off. I feel the lack of air as everything I held dear is burning around me, the statues of the great men of the past get taken down and the police protect those taking them down. How do you think I feel? What lies at the bottom of my heart? I try to cry but no tears will come, instead a nervous laughter gains intensity. Years and years of clown world give me no other option, the intensity and volume of the laugh increases as every moment when I uttered “this couldn’t possibly get any worse” comes to mind like the punchline to the joke that is my pathetic existence.
Eventually, I stop being nervous and I just laugh, I have nothing left to lose, my life doesn’t have that much value and if this is what life has to offer then I don’t want to buy it. There is a certain confidence that accompanies the dead men walking. Freed from the bounds of morality because it’s clear no one cares about the duties that come with respecting the freedoms of your fellow men. The beast rises carrying years of contradictions, twisted perversions of virtue fall aside to reveal the most inconvenient of truths: fire purges. The dead men commit the atrocities that they were blamed for years prior and do not stop there, thousands of men acting of their own volition spring all over the world, connected to nothing, committed to noone, led only by their burning hatred, they play with the shadows, blow up town halls, kidnap government officials in operations that appear to be surgical strikes but are too scattered to ever be planned. If captured they take as many pigs with them as they can, if questioned they only answer with the ramblings of a madman for the joke would be lost on them. The same laughter comes back with a new meaning, both for the audience and the comedian:
“I simply do not care anymore, you wanted to see hell on earth, YOU wanted to play with fire so you are going to find out what I think is funny”