Don’t tell me Anti-Fascists
burned down your Roller Rink.
Save it. I don’t want to hear
that Black Lives Matter Protestors started a fire on the side of the road that you’d
need Google Maps to find and the question is why would anyone go looking for that
road to nowhere special.
But hey, let’s just go
ahead and ignore the fact it was a
hometown Bubba who allegedly started at least one of the fires.
Don’t tell me that a reality show tv personality
who poops into a gold toilet
understands ‘ real people’ and that he ‘talks like a real person’-
because if that’s what you think ‘reality ‘ is, I can see why we are in this mess now.
Real people don’t poop in gold toilets and if a ‘real person’ talks like that reality show tv
personality in the real world, he’d end up in jail or locked up in a mental ward.
I am exhausted.
Now I think I know what it must have felt like to have worked at the Bethlem Mental
I have a sense of what it was like to be trapped in a foul smelling, dark, dank building
with a bunch of crazy people with diseased bodies and minds,
what it must have felt like to watch those inmates foam at the
mouth, bark and snarl and spend all day talking to people who weren’t there about a
world that does not exist.
How much longer can I grit my teeth, smile and resist the urge to suggest a Lobotomy
for those who ride the Crazy Train and sail on sinking boats?
RDP FRIDAY: EXHAUSTED