There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of political cartooning in WA. It shows what a bunch of sour-faced assholes most of us wake-up like. I mean, how bad does it have to get before we actually get Troy back into the Hot Seat of the Treasury Chair……probably not the best phraseology…..never mind. It wont be long before he’s Snapped Back and Strapped in with the Bra Boys round the Cabernet Table!
I get the impression that since the Queen has been here the elite have become even more smug, arrogant, deceitful, violent, and sexually permissive. Let’s not squirm around on this last one, Sex is BIG! In point of fact, it is HUGE inside the boudoirs of the wealthy! I have heard of some having extra veins surgically implanted to improve aesthetic appeal, throb intensity, and blood flow. While others have been nipped, tucked, zipped and truncated in such a way as to defy the laws of decency. Possibly some criminal ones, as well. Transgressions to send a thrill down the jelly-backs as they slip-up against each other and ooze their political goo.
The elite get easily bored by the poor behaving badly. But when it comes to their own, a different, weirder set of rules apply:
Now, I can’t tell if this counts for political satire or it’s just rubbish. Probably both in equal measure. However, it feels strangely empowering to be able to publish my work on a platform that can be accessed on-line from just about anywhere the internet is available. How long for? Who knows. So I’m taking advantage of the situation while I can. It also enables me to make a bit of fun as the subject matter I like to write about is pretty dire when you get down to the nitty-gritty. Part of the problem, as I see it, is that the majority are conditioned to feel uneasy when trying to speak ‘truth to power’. I feel it too, but my conditioning was erratic and interrupted due to my 14 schools scattered across 6 countries. Because of these lapses in social programming and my continuing fight to survive this life because of the problems that it has caused me, I am forced to produce material such as what you see above. Probably not ‘truth to power’, though. Or indeed even, ‘I’ll give you a piece of my mind!’ No. The translation that sociopaths all agree on is, ‘Just step into my mind, there’s plenty of room!’
Not a very good translation, as it turns out, as to a sociopath the thought of someone being able to step into their mind is terrifying to even think about. Thus, it will follow that sociopaths spend most of their time trying to block out those thoughts of their minds being an ‘open source’ to others. They start waking up in the dead of night sure that someone is watching them. Bathed in sweat and barely able to hold down a mad panic while fumbling for a light switch. Often they can feel someone is tampering with their sub-routine code. Rewriting it to make them function in a totally alien way. ‘Are we all just sophisticated machines?’ Is usually where they end up, emotionally dead or deranged, which is when they do most of their damage to themselves and/or others. Explaining to themselves, after the fact, that it was just bad input from bad sources that made them act the way they did.
Now this may all be true. But it’s not the all of it otherwise social determinism would be able to explain all human behavior. It certainly is what certain sections of the elite would like us to believe about ourselves. That we are nothing more than a nexus of nerves, muscle fiber, and bone. Born out of accident in a meaningless, materialistic Universe. A place where spirit dose not exist. No soul to guide you. Just the instructions from the higher parts of the machine. Of which you are but a tiny, replaceable cog. Any intuition against the system of control will be diagnosed as a form of mental illness or drug induced psychosis. Nothing more or less.
We, some of us, fight in our own way to avoid being co-opted into a system that sucks you dry by turning your sovereign self into a commodity to be bought and sold without your consent. A process begun when your parents are issued a certificate at your birth that effectively signs away your rights to the State.
If you think this is a fantasy, then think about what happens to people who are conscientious objectors in times of war and conscription. Jailed or shot. No free choice there!
Horserotovator logging out for today.
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