Melancholy: Malaise taints today
February 2, 2023
February rolls on in and I find myself at odds with it and 2023 insofar. As I write this introduction I'm melancholic and irksome, not a good start. I'm expecting a conclusion that'll raise hackles as that's probably why I felt an urge to start writing in the first place. I need to express myself.
Overdosing on news feeds scrolled through using mobile devices to be inducing a state of mind, body and soul affected by something far more perturbing than a generalized malaise. Frowning at no one in particular:
'So why am I feeling this? I'm not different. My core morals and values haven't changed, nor have the months of January and February brought noticeable changes to my doorstep..."
Frowning at my mobile device, swiping at its tempered glass black surface as if I was hungry, intending to gnaw on news feeds for sustenance.
It's not a straightforward task to accurately define subtle taints increasing daily; drip, drip, drip and so forth, steadily eroding. I can sense a nearly imperceptible change in centre of gravity, a slight shift under the solid ground beneath my feet. Yet all the while I readily feed myself on nutrition less chaff; getting hungrier, weaker and remaining entirely unawares of mind, body and soul hastening nowhere. Rushing forward, swiping up and down - racing to starve.
Everyone who can express themselves across a myriad of virtual mediums digitally available to them 24/7 does so. In fact it's a mournful observation made as the more virtually crowded these online places become, the less value there is to be found and in turn, the less appealing a myriad of virtual mediums becomes to me.
Information ejaculates itself at fibre optic, 5G or Starlink speeds into our consciousness and if my bizarre dream a few nights ago prior which starred Mr Tweet himself is anything to go by, then the only way our consciousness could process and/or retain the sheer volume of information will be through a neurosurgically implanted uplink (Neuralink), that'll probably be connected to Starlink.
I think.
Now with everyone online practically everywhere they go, sending and receiving signals all the time: I see a sinkhole sucking human connects into itself. Around me in daily life I do see more mobile phones and bent necks than I see human faces with facial expressions expressing emotions.
We sink.
I still talk to people online regularly. This writerly catharsis has ashamedly revealed that online world interaction domineers my social and artistic life. Yet the excitement and desire to express myself; to share a facet of my sparkling wit, to proffer a helpful suggestion or to proffer thine self for (sadly) any kind of support rapidly dwindles for me throughout 2023.
Yesterday I was..
..reading comments posted by a lawyer acquaintance in New South Wales. He was responding to the West Coast Eagles' star player Jack Darling's lawsuit article reported in watoday.com.au that I shared to our covid dissident chat group. He responded in quite a blackpilled manner which is reasonable considering he's a lawyer in New South Wales. You see, living in Sydney during late 2021 was a hellish nightmare; full of blood, death, fear and shit/piss (the NSW government tested sewerage & wastewater during lockdowns as a way of extending or increasing lockdown restriction levels).
I was reminded us of how utterly nonsensical the Kassam vs Hazzard (NSW Chief Health Minister) Supreme Court case was. This case contested Brad Hazzard's "Public Health (COVID-19 Additional Restrictions for Delta Outbreak) Order (No 2) 2021" introduced on August 20, 2021 for the purposes of "imposing a number of additional restrictions to address the outbreak of COVID-19 caused by the Delta variant of the virus." Worst of all were the workplace vaccination mandates that were introduced, effectively banning unvaccinated workers from attending their workplace.
The lawyer further detailed how that case's Kafkaesque absurdity throughout multiple livestreamed hearings and its final decision suggests that Jack Darling's WA Supreme Court case attempting to sue Channel 7 News for publishing false and defamatory news reports regarding his vaccination status could be similarly dead on arrival. Or similarly play out as another shambolic, ridiculous mockery of Law and Justice?
I concurred with him and instantly recalled two things buried in my unconscious plandemic's murderous memory chasm. First were some statements published by a sneering WA Supreme Court judge in another watoday.com.au article. The judge's statement is redolent with fear, a fear barely masked behind weak-willed words trying to mask undertones of barely restrained sycophantic sobbing beneath!
Supreme Court Justices are sobbing and blubbering for such effrontery aimed at them and their esteemed professions silk!
It has been a persistent issue throughout the court battle, which has been beset by delays over what Solomon previously described as Matic’s “rejection of the court’s authority."
Bennett told the court Matic’s repeated refusal to front court was further evidence of the disdain the self-proclaimed sovereign citizen had for the court process, which warranted a serious penalty.
“This is about protecting the due administration of justice,” he said.
“A faction of society that treats individual rights as paramount and superior to the authority of the court is a threat to society; he is not a sole actor.
“These are not harmless, quirky views: they are harmful views.
“There have been multiple contempts and continued contempts.
“If they don’t respect the rule of law, then it is threatened.”
Do the Supreme Court Justice's statements quoted above make you feel a little rattty? Well... they downright shat me off. All that haughty projection to guard a silky mantle of assumed authority.. An authority too easily made stuttering and weak once threatened reminded me of High School teachers and their affected mannerism while patrolling school ovals during lunch time. Head held high, posture taut and calm for casting a watchful gaze over their pupils. Guardians in role and responsibility!
Like in most high schools, the teachers in my high school assumed such airs as befitting role and responsibility yet it wasn't long before that psycho kid who lit fires indiscriminately and tortured insects and small wildlife since he was 8 years old refused your instruction.
And he refused it most unexpectedly: by literally picking you up using muscles pumped full of aggressive adolescent ADHD Aspergers adrenaline and body slammed your ass, flat onto your back. A crumpled mess dumped onto the not so soft buffalo lawn covering the school's footy oval.
Haughty no more - your role offered no protection so you had to quit it due to being deeply ashamed. Drowning in wounded pride, subconsciously knowing your role as a teacher was a role in a life you previously lived, a role belonging in its entirely to a life you consciously constructed upon lies.
I Gloated about..
..the NSW Health Minister Brad Hazzard having a mental breakdown in the chat room. Another covid dissident acquaintance (this one's in Iceland) asked me about Hazzard's mental breakdown, so here's the link I shared.
I briefly skimmed the article and had a second thing crawl out of my unconscious plandemic's murderous memory chasm. I almost cracked my mobile phone - tempered glass and all - through a suddenly injected shock of adrenaline and dopamine triggering.
Juxtaposing Brad "Health" Hazzard's woe betide tears & faux vulnerability in the article against his fat bulging gout swollen face and neck... or by recalling his inhuman disregard as NSW Health Minister for enacting any lack of dutiful care to the New South Wales population... Words fail...
But for me, worst of all was how gormless he was. Brad "Health" Hazzard played the inhuman embodiment as a mouthpiece for a public health script so already devoid of humanity in a manner totally lacking in conscience. And he delivered this script like no human shall ever deem safe to do again. Brad's characteristically unique devotion to inhumanity and abandonment of conscience is that which will make him go down into history as one of the most useless, hollow, priggish supra-political peons to ever serve a master.
How devoid of free will, kindness, or care must one be to have one's career ending at 70+ years of age as a shit, fat and old cunt? A blubbering, bloated bastard who dutifully injected dumb cunt juice (hope he did but don't know for certain) WHILE PUTTING THE FEAR OF GOD into millions of New South Welshmen to do the same? A shameful useless old cunt who's going to start dying soon (again, I don't know if he will die suddenly... my hope lives on) with his crowning pinnacle as NSW Health Minister remembered as one shining accolade: being the very best order-follower and order-giver! Utterly committed in his role, he remains 100% possessed into servitude of our unseen, overseas masters!
Bravo Brad!
Conclusion..
Just like when you get an erection, hackles are raised. Then you ejaculate and now we shall conclude our exertions with a post-diatribe cigarette. :smoking:
Virulent Anger and forceful expression is a great aphrodisiac.
Until next time, stay lethal :sunglasses: