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The World Around Me
My February 2022 reactions to the stream of noise infesting our communication lanes.
I don’t really have a lot of inspiration or will to create lately, or even to continue what creations I’ve started, thanks in large part to yet another fucking woman telling me that me being me has become a burden to her agenda in life. I don’t know why I even bother trying to be a part of my local culture anymore, especially when the Rich Bitch Soccer Moms on the West Side get to dictate terms about what can or can’t be displayed in the local art scene simply because they have the money…and are overly sensitive.
So here I am, hating life, wishing it would end, no hope to be found anywhere…but the noise continues, so I might as well do something with it.
And now that no one is still reading, let’s take a look at the shit that’s wandered through my twisted mental transom of late.
The Olympics are now over, and, much as with the Super Bowl, I couldn’t care less. I mean, what do the Olympics even stand for these days…? With all the doping scandals going around, they sure as hell don’t stand for honest competition. With the way figure skaters are required to put themselves through hell to complete, it’s all but certain they don’t stand for exceptionalism for the betterment of humanity. If I had to…
