Flippanarchy

Well that is a fucking wall of text, but alas, it might be hard to read, and I don’t blame anyone who chooses not to, after all it is basically my brain vomiting. For those who do, good luck to your sanity trying to understand my ramblings.

When I was little I looked up into the sky, and I saw it littered with little shiny dots. I was told that these are stars. Later I learned about Gagarin, and I thought “Wow it is so cool”. I read the Dune, watched Starwars and Startreck, thinking, some day I want to be up there, amongst those stars. And I was told that one day I will be, if only I work hard, I will be up there. And from those stars I looked down, back unto earth.

And then I saw the spirits of teacher crushed by the impossible requirements where only those who don’t care succeed, I saw nurses who cared for my grandmama leave the industry because you can’t put “thank you” on bread, I saw fish swim with their belly up in the river where I played as a child and my mother told me not to bathe in there. I saw the forest(it was really just a couple of trees near a forest) where I played with friends get uprooted. I saw the flowery field, where I had my first date, die, the gras turning brown and the flowers wither. And I was told that the corporations dump their waste and so things die. I asked why don’t we do anything about it? And I was told that if only I work hard, I will be in a position where they will listen, because they don’t know better. 

I worked hard taking unpaid overtime because I was told that it was loyal, and loyalty is good. Well turns out it was one sided when the corporation moved elsewhere. I worked hard at a family grocery shop, and they a chain supermarket was build, an entire field of corn where my grandfather used to create new strains was turned into concrete, and the family shop went out of business. I worked hard at the Supermarket, but I closed my eyes when a mother tried to steal dried baby milk and diapers, turned out it was the wrong call.

I finished my education and was offered a job, and I took it, I was paid well, I had reasonable hours, the company rewarded me with its loyalty for mine. And yet the price I had to pay was blood, blood of those whose faces I never saw. I thought to my self, well they tried to kill us, so we attacked back and won, sucks to be them. And then they told me we have to attack again, they are building up, I believed them. So we attacked again. Well turns out the things I helped to create didn’t kill those who wanted me dead, with which I would be reasonable fine with, they killed children, they killed those who did not care about me at all. And when I asked why did we do that? they told me “Collateral Damage, shit happens”, and yet when all was done instead of helping those who remained we took from them, and took and took and took, until they were eating each other because there was no food left for them.

They told me that the corporations job is to make money, and it is the job of the government to regulate them. Well fair fucking enough I thought, and I went to the government. Turns out the government is paid by these people to allow them to do that. They told me that I should protest, after all my government allowed me to protest, so they know that I am against this or that. And so I did. I stood there with my friend and people I never saw before. They didn’t care that all of us were against it, matter of fact they were quite pissed off that we were not celebrating them.

The police killed my friend that day, a few too much hits on the head caused a bleeding inside. They told me that I should not protest then.

What was left for me? And so I went back to the place I was born, not much there, not even a quarter of the money I made before, but I didn’t need it. When I go to the butcher he gladly gives me a piece just so when I happen to forget my money, and so does the family farm. And when the time comes I help repair their stuff, because I know how to do it. When it needs be I help their children understand what they couldn’t get in school.

It turned out that when people around me love doing what they are doing, for the sake of doing it, it doesn’t matter, we can live with no care about anything at all. We help each other not because there is an exchange of money going on, but because we are happy to see someone live a little better because we helped.

I would like to end this with a quote from a song.

"I love my country so much, but I hate the government!" (Country in this case referring to people)