Hitting The Threshold
Some days I just.... CAN'T.
The lying. The corruption. The death toll. The orange face. The sexism. The racism. The hate. The red hats. The power hungry, money hungry, fast food hungry AMERICA. The social media bullshit. The anti-mask bullshit. The 'how the fuck do I have so many friends that are conspiracy theorists!?' daily pondering. The racist slurs. The homelessness. The news. The new news. The old news. The fascism. The consumerism. The politically correct. The objectifying of women. The narcissism. The competition. The back stabbing. THE EGO. The digital cults. The digital trolls. The social distancing. The covid tests. The fear. THE FEAR. The clock ticking. The name calling. The bigotry. THE BANALITY OF EVIL. The lack of intelligence. The 'freedom' seekers who don't even bother thinking what freedom is. The sheep. The woke. The people who call others 'sheep' and the people who call others 'woke'. The fake politeness. The cruelty. The kids in the border. The lack of Empathy. The money driven soulless corporations. The protests that don't seem to do nothing. The police brutality. The ignorance. The antisemitism. The white supremacy. The dumbasses who claim there is no racial injustice. THE RACIAL INJUSTICE. The men's inflated egos. The wars. The patriarchy. The fearful ones who don't speak up. The battered. The beating. The depressed. The suicidal. THE FUCK.
Some days no amount of meditation, medication, CBD or cuddles with my cats seems to help soothe my rage.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day... and - VOTE please for the love of mankind VOTE.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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