Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Some pearls o’ whizdom out there if’n yer looking closely enough.
Tonight’s thought comes from The Thot Patrol in Reddit. A small sub that makes fun of wahmennez and their completely clueless approach to dating, entitlement and downright fucked in the headedness. Specifically the poasts are about Online Dating Profiles, and the subsequent analysis of said-OLD profiles. Case in Point:
30 years old
Six Fucking Kids (who will always come first)
a bun in the fucking oven no less“
I have standards!” Proclaims the Princess of Propriety and Penis Worship (I mean think about it…-7– fucking kids, at 30? How many doodz did she do WITHOUT getting her Arby’s Lubed with Nut Butter?… (Got a hunch that’s a Hallway that more-than-a-fucking-few Hotdogs were cast down upon it.)
And some folks asked me -why- I stuck with Wifey back when we had it rough BEFORE she was Wifey? Let me tell you, a two year age gap, and raised with the same old fashion values.And that right there… it was a major piece of our foundation. Traditional Values
She lern’t at her Mama’s knee how to be a ‘Lady’.. did the ballet, the proper classes in etiquette.. shit leftover from the 50’s and 60’s… she was, like me married 20 years BEFORE her shit went sideways. No idea the real deal on that but hey, we get along with other Grans just fine… least they can talk… Mine? Fuck that bitch in half lengthwise with a rusty logging saw.
Terms like ‘entitlement princess’, ‘bailout queen’ run allllll over the place in that sub…It’s really really sad though… It’s like watching a slow motion kaleidoscope of shitty selfish, entitled fantasy-based behavior that ultimately is a Big reason we’re in Ye Olde Shitter here in the Untied Statz.
“There are no elders anymore. There is no community anymore. We turn to internet for advice, and internet further propagandizes us. We are atomized creatures. Connected but our phones acting as isolation chambers. All I see in the future is misery. Tons and tonnes of misery.”
Wifey lern’t from Mom AND her Gran. Just like we’re pretty much raising her Grans right now… God help me there’s a -small part- of ‘selfish bastard BCE’ who thinks aboot the ‘what ifs’ but then it’s quickly washed away by having Red and the Chubby Monkey runnin’ ’round here… May not be blood, but by-Gawd they’re kin.
Nowadays, That’s all in the past
To the point no one even remembers it really.
Thing is, things were better back then. Like it’s blaringly obvious. And unfortunately, we ARE so ‘atomized’ and self-segregated that we no longer HAVE elders or people with strong hands to guide wayward folks… I mean shiiiiiiiiiiit… I may have been 24 years old, in the Infantry, considered an adult but I sure as fuck didn’t ‘grow up’ until Spawn #1 showed up, and I realizedI have to “Adult” now.
I remember it vividly.
The self-realization that stupid late night parties and dumbasshattery were -over- as I was now responsible for an itty bitty human made up of half of my fucking DNA dammit. That I was responsible for caring, feeding, protecting and educating this small helpless hairless lil critter for a loooooong time to go, and that there was MORE than a slight possibility that there may even be MOR spawn enroute if I wasn’t careful.
Cold Shower of Reality INDEED.
So, since being a Whypeepo TradCon Male over 50 is soooo passé… hell, downright dangerous depending on your ZIP code these days, I have to keep meselves and our real time selves sort of undercover when it comes to our -true- beliefs… which, as Wifey sez, in my case is sort of “Hard Right” (or is it Reich?) of Heinrich Himmler…
And overall, societally speaking, another quote: “A few years I had the illusion that we could fix our problems through politics. If only people would see that… After the sewage has been opened to me over the last 2 years and I’ve seen the depth of the disease that’s been flourishing for 60 years I can only conclude the patient is dying, or another metaphor that the ship is sinking. Even if we’d beat the corona measures there are a 1000 layers of invisible and unconscious disease few people are aware of.”
Which brings the point home: “We ain’t voating our way out” or the ever popular “There ain’t no way of voating our way out of this” or TANWOVOWOOT… YMMV on that one… you dig my groove tho Aye?
The politicians have effectively bound our hands
The social media disease have bound our minds
The (((‘entertainment’))) industry have bound our dreams
All stolen, like our bequeathed heritage…
So which leaves us and Begs the Question
“So what are YOU going to do aboot it?”
Me? I’m still waiting like Vladimir for Godot…
Like lo! oh so many others like myself…
An apt metaphor if there ever was one…
More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter