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The Cloak Of Ignorance

The ignorance and outright stupidity was on full display.

The left once again had reason to celebrate. A conservative had been shot and their idea of world dominance was underway

The man killed by the assassin’s bullet was a debater extraordinaire

He questioned the leftists values in a non-combative tone and their answer was usually only a blank stare

Because having a leftist explain their beliefs is similar to pulling rotten teeth

It boils down to the fact they feel slighted by society so only hatred simmers beneath

That is why the fallacy of socialism exists, because to be a socialist all things are equal and must be shared

Meaning the obese, unemployed, pierced person has a right to some of the earnings of the mechanic from the cars he repaired

Should this hard-working person object to give up a portion of wages then he is considered a fascist or a Nazi

And his name will be spat upon by the green-hired liberal posse

Spurred on in their hatred by the leaders in Congress today

The multi-millionaires who don’t care a bit about their electorate as long as their words cause the ignorant to disobey

Taught from an early age to hate anyone who is considered better looking, has a solid work ethic, or ambitions to get ahead

“Those who can’t do, teach” or so the saying goes. And teach they do into the young minds their leftist values they embed

Then taught by the elbow patch, tweed wearing professors whose idea of research is to plagiarize a scholar’s work from 400 years ago.

And retreat behind ivy covered walls to check the stock market and drink Merlot

Yet hatred like a mushroom cloud boils over and rage becomes violence

As the protestors become mobs shouting profane epithets and waving third world flags of defiance

These idealistic students want to tear down society, write social media death threats, and finally shoot up a school as pressures from social media causes one to go rogue

The condition is mental illness caused by unfit instructors, pretentious professors, social media and the realization that you’ll never make the cover of Vogue

The voices you hear are from years of conditioning. By too much screen time, unsupervised teaching, and bleeding heart social workers

The voices heard and acted on are the same ones directing you to pull the trigger and commit the murders

When the real driver behind the scenes, the one controlling the mass media that he carefully staffs

Leans back in his chair, puts his feet on his desk and laughs

When Royalty is Treated as a Commoner

In 1881 Mark Twain wrote in his novel The Prince and the Pauper, “What dost thou know of suffering and oppression! I and my people know, but not thou”

Fast forward 144 years and a United States Senator, thinking he was entitled, barged into and without authorization, interrupted a press conference, something the security people could not allow

Unknown by most in attendance, Senator Alex Padilla thought his title enabled him to control the proceedings

Suddenly he was being dealt with as a commoner much to his dismay and pleadings

Hustled from the room, wrestled to the ground, and handcuffed he was treated as any unmasked citizen during the fake plague

Unmasked people were regarded as felons by the privileged about a questionable illness as the rules could be interpreted to fit the crime because the guidelines were quite vague

As Governor Newsom recently stated, “If they can handcuff a United States Senator for asking a question imagine what they can do to you”

But the citizens already knew. They forced lockdowns, ordered vaccines, closed schools, killed jobs, muddied women’s sports, fueled two wars, botched a withdrawal, opened all borders, poured money into a green deal, and pardoned a crooked family before they were through

The overlords didn’t care. They also owned main stream media

While the brainwashed gullible lined up to sing the rulers’ praises because for the last 25 years the despots owned academia

Twain furthermore stated in his novel, “The world is made wrong, kings should go to school to learn their own rules at times and so learn mercy”

Perhaps Mr Padilla learned a lesson in citizenship when he thought his Washington privilege included barging into a press conference chaired by Kristi

As very longtime Senator Schumer stated, “I just saw something that sickened my stomach, the manhandling of a United States Senator. We need answers as to what the hell went on”

Perhaps if the shoe was on the other foot and a seemingly unidentified unhinged individual barged into your press conference, your question might be withdrawn

Maybe as a pseudo king untouched by the growing violence orchestrated by crazed leftist agenda Mr Schumer might look at Mr Padilla’s treatment as uncalled-for

But can the same be said for State Senator Melissa Hortman when a mentally disturbed individual knocked on her door?

Growing Up Pissed

The violence continues. Mental illness again had won out with a boy who was pissed

The world was against him, it offered no hope and he felt completely dissed

The anger had started early and eventually turned him into a social outcast

The memories were vivid. The slights and hurt of not fitting in were flooding in from the past

Current leadership constantly emphasizes your hopes and dreams are hindered by those who have it better

The loathing started in elementary school with the taunts and snickers. Yes, he heard them all and the hatred began to fester

Hiding his face in his pillow at night all he saw were the kids laughing at him

He knew one day he’d be the one laughing when the blood is draining from their wounds and their life light begins to dim

Current leadership has allowed violence to be celebrated as a way for social change

What difference is it to kill a baby a day before birth or gun them at nine as reasoning has crossed the line to deranged

Having passed the eighteenth year of mental abuse, both real and imagined, the mandatory purchase of the gun was now logical

The gun had been calling for action since it was purchased. It was time to right all the wrongs even though the hurt was all psychological

It was time to act. The TV coverage would be huge and everyone would remember his act for years to come

Entrance to the school was easy. Everything was unlocked and no one was armed, he smiled as he flicked the safety off with his thumb

The violent society had rewarded another tragedy and all should be horrified as leadership looked and sounded sincere

But leadership will point their fingers and continue to prioritize violence. Property damage and assault is okay, killing babies is approved but killing children is too severe

Social Media’s Crushing My Soul

Leaving the Doc’s sterile office, the exam paper left streaks on my rear
My lethargy and depression seemed symptomatic and I hoped not severe
My daily routine seemed aimless, what were goals were now dismissed
I was sleepwalking through life, working and eating but only to exist
Friendships seemed hollow, pleasure was fleeting as the world seemed a brownish gray
Hopefully the doctor could read something in my blood sample and right my dismay
I couldn’t check my personal page, look at my Twitter account or Instagram
As everyone’s got it better, has more followers, and about me not give a damn
In the past six months I’ve been friended by only four people that I don’t know
I liked something I saw so the friend request arrived to keep all status quo
The buzzing in my mind has grown louder reminding me of my inadequacy
And now I fear the persistent noise can’t be diagnosed clinically
The alcohol, the drugs, prescribed or not had only opened doors to nowhere
My tiny unremarkable life has become an unrelenting nightmare
No one notices, no one cares. The nurse only wanted my copay
So the doc can tell me nothing is wrong and to put my phone away.
But I can’t put it down, my cell has become me, I’m it’s identity
It’s my voice to all the other voices shouting at the globe’s inhumanity
It’s my umbilical cord to others meager triumphs and a channel to their hatred
The short video clips and bits of text all seem extreme, common sense negated
My thoughts begin to tumble, foreign voices and color explosions swirled
This device has become my addiction, an obsession in my private netherworld
Irrational thoughts of fame and glory have become a daily norm
My indifference coupled with lost souls’ recorded conflicts becomes a perfect storm
I’m feeling the need to end it all and find peace from the innate turmoil
Not to be understood,  my resolution makes sense to me and my mentor the phone, stays loyal

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