The world has lost it’s mind.
Before I open my laptop and binge on a brekkie of rage and victimhood.
I skull 3 cups of coffee and have a masturbatory orgasm.
After howling like a bitch. I open my portal to the ‘woke’ wide web.
And in that moment — the world enters my pores and veins. I’m confronted with:
- A person that identifies as a dog.
- A woman who claims that a ghost proposed to her.
- A fembot who believes Rhett Butler is a rapist.
The weirdness and outrage beats on and on.
And on and on.
And before I know it, I’m immobolised in my chair. Slumped in a semi-coma from astonishment. Unable to read one more ‘think piece’ — written by some “woke millennial.”
If guns were legal in Oz, would I do a ‘Hunter Thompson’ to end the ‘think piece’ pain?
I wonder and I wonder.
Yesterday, a US radio station banned the classic Christmas song: Baby, It’s cold outside. In an online statement, the presenter said:
The world we live in is sensitive and people get easily offended. #MeToo has finally given women the voice they deserve, the song has no place.” He wrote.
How ridiculous! The song is about seduction, It’s a beautiful song, covered by many famous stars over the last seventy years.
ow ridiculous! The song is about seduction, It’s a beautiful song, covered by many famous stars over the last seventy years.
Shit, how about rap lyrics?
Perhaps we should ban music all together?
I mean how far does one go?
I was born to old parents. They died in my 20s. But the wonderful legacy they left me was an appreciation for old-school music.
No fembot, Leftie or millennial wowser is going to piss on that. Take it away Dean!