Where is your head at?

By tdf, February 17, 2017

When did everyone but those that seek the shadows become drones? I missed the global shock wave which swept across the land and oceans which turned all heads one way, left mouths gaping, eyes village idiot, awaiting direction from the Source of manufactured reality? Did this happen? Whilst I was asleep? Or has it been a steady journey, which I have failed to appreciate and prepare for the worst, which has now happened…Close to everywhere I turn, I find drones, formerly considered humans, literally repeating the ‘NEWS’ as they have been prescribed, methadone for an addict who has no idea of his addiction. I ask friends Why are you so anti trump??? when Obama did rather more than ban visas to the US, he launched bomb after bomb after bomb, signed off on the mass slaughter in 7 muslim majority countries. Their response is weird…look left, look right, then at me, then away, then haphazardly return to the MSM script. TRUMP IS EVIL. as they smile at footage on fuckbook of Obama fucking up a golf shot…or his mechanised black bambi wench wheeled out to flutter her metal eyelids and says ‘I like rappers who sound cool as they speak of date rape…and…WOMEN RULE!’…Yes yes…We have a problem here. I have a problem here. For whilst I understand that people read the papers, watch the news, find social media entering their minds from every avenue, I had assumed, wrongly, that many people were bothered by the Western Power Structure causing so much bloodshed in our names, with our taxes…I was wrong. The Many need to be told, shown, bombarded with, their readily sought and accepted and known as the truth, prescribed dose of reality.

I have long assumed the more vigorous aspects of my essence are rotten fruit to many, and to me at times, but in the grandest of schemes, these aspects are what I value most…for they are Honesty, Loyalty, Fang. The very things I admire in those I love and respect and am drawn to…It is always Loyalty. Yet the loyalty of a social refugee who spends his wakeful hours in the shadows, who I respect, find his mind and heart brilliant…is markedly different to those equally loyal, who are accustomed to confronting existence fists ready, they do not seek the limelight or the shadows, just to live their lives wild and free…drenched with a warrior spirit, which refuses to scurry away and avoid any hint of trauma. I have the same, absent the height, strength, tolerance of pain, confidence of my physicality, all round ability to focus my zeal into my knuckles and manifestation of spite…Why the devil did such a rabid pack of wolves take me in! When I was clearly a fox cub…The bonds are born of love between hearts and spirits. Love as first and foremost honesty and fondness…Honesty and fondness.