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This is a double feature special event.

Parking Lot Brawl:
No holds barred, last man standing. This is what society needs right now. When there's a disagreement challenge your opponent to a street fight. There's no need for meetings, discussions, feelings, pronouns or any of that post modern shit. There is a standing problem,  it needs to be resolved. Throwing a beat down on someone who rightfully deserves it corrects their attitude and shifts their paradigm. Time for talking is passed, there is no reasoning with these assholes. They aren't cpnsidering change but won't move forward from the impasse. Lay the smackdown on their candy asses allowing them to see their errors and correct the course with a new outlook on life. This method, extreme, has become neccessary to curb the spread of the toxic negativity poisoning the land. How often do you read some random bullshit online and think that motherfucker needs a fist to the face. Nobody flushes the social media toilets,

The Great South African Fire Sale:
A fire sale literally means everything must go. The concept is lost in South Africa because there is a want of understanding problem. The government decides to hold a fire sale, of the country, what do you think goes?

State held enterprise, power and energy supply, water and sanitation, emergency medical services and the national retail supply chain. We could throw in telecomms but keep in mind the money needs to be drained out during the public anarchy so let's leave the wifi connected.
Interrupted power supply, tainted water supply, failing sanitation infrastructure, established corrupt police state, super inflated economy, collapsing medical care. Social divisions reinforced by propaganda.
What the government does to distract the people is waste time and money on the lowest tier of priority.

Each to their own I suppose, ring the damn bell.

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Passive Aggressive Nightmares:

My political preference starts and ends with remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.

Honesty rather than extremity, society will fall without leadership but I don't always agree with the leaders. When choosing leaders always ask.

The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?

To which, quite often, the response of denial is it doesn't matter anymore so just go with it. To forsake logic one need log onto social media platforms, it's clearly divided. All for, all against. This is the polarized point of view of the modern age of evil.

Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.

I predicted a purge set for June 2024, May 29 is the final vote. It doesn't matter what your preconceptions are, this is the inevitable compromise. We've been here before. Everything around us feels familiar from the last time we were here, in this place, at some point in our time. Nothing changed, housekeeping must be efficient or we pass by here often enough to prevent the dust from settling. What have learned from coming here?
Do we take something away or leave something behind prompting our return experience?
None care to answer, either ignorant or arrogant. Most of us here are simply indifferent. Change is our enemy, everything is recycled.

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Defenders of the Faith:
Everyone is a defender of the faith. Whatever you believe passionately, wholeheartedly, confidently you are faithful unto your personal cause. I'm a metal head, I am a defender of the faith so horns up and play it loud. This is my tribe, these are my people. There still remains opposition, intolerance and tribalism but these are positive values when you compare it to millennialism. I'm not going to unload on the haters of the times, I'm going to continue to pursue them with online ridicule, because I'm a defender of the faith and they are nothing more than automatons.

The Cancel culture Nazis continue to whine for attention; a lot of cancels cancelling and it's ridiculous. As a defender of the faith my duty to antagonize these ass clowns float along because that's what it's all about. Tribalism.
Maybe it's necessary, that's not why I do it. I defend what I believe to be fair. Due process will prove innocence or guilt, not the idiot factory on social media.

I was recently blocked on Facebook, achievement unlocked, not too sure of the reason but I reckon I pissed someone off by calling them out as stupid. Meh.

Are there any dark places left on the internet?

My thought experiment is this; a single line code stored in a single data file saved in a single folder stored on a single point somewhere on the darkest part of the web. The code line is a single word, hi. By my own beliefs data being energy is constant. The physical containment of energy is what fails. Where does all that online energy go?

The web is a universe, constant and expanding since its creation and we continue adding to that energy stream without considering where it all goes. I don't think the web has limitations because I don't think the known universe has limitations but then where in the microsphere of digital binary are those lost emails and missing texts?

Are they accumulating somewhere in the cloud like a cyber weather system developing. Cloud data keeps migrating with server replacement at roughly the same rate we migrate our individual data between device upgrades. Where are those Facebook posts from ten years ago?

Is Todd from MySpace still out there?

It took a long time for me to rediscover my tribe, too long maybe?
I don't think so, I mean you know when you know. Your tribe is your tribe, your people are your people. Social separation is genetic, it's how our species survives. I'm done with the millennial game, it's one I don't want to play. I'm returning to my tribe, it's mostly likely not your tribe but that's not a problem. I'm tolerant enough. 

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Cemetery Gates:
I find peace in Graveyards, serene calm. I'm happy among tombstones, I shared my wedding photos with the departed. But the cemeteries around me aren't happy, they're in sad states of forgettable neglect. Nobody seems to care about the dead after the burial. The living don't care for the afterlife. I started touring the cemeteries in my neighborhood, macabre romance for a weekly date night. The overall state of the most peaceful places on earth is sad.

Apparently I'm not alone, many cemeteries out there have been neglected; the trees and grass overgrown, gravestones dirty or damaged, the entrance gates and perimeter fencing broken or missing. How are the dead resting in peace?
A fortune is spent on funerals, then the all are forgotten?
Some of the cemeteries are a risk to public safety, where there's an opportunity there is crime.

What is criminal is how the living treat the dead when it's time to lay them to rest. Exploitation of the berieved for mere money. It angers me to recall the unprofessional treatment of the deceased, the grieving family and the overall reputation of the funeral home. What kind of society values technology designed for short term planned obsolescence and serves only monetary gains?
A living dead society.

Considering the state of the local cemeteries I considered petitioning the local municipal council to act but the automated generic response remains, do it yourself.

Well what the heck I might just do that, time spent with the dead is peaceful. Add to that the opportunity for normal society to interact in a serene and quote beautiful landscape. The challenge being the encouragement of community involvement. 

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"I've decided to talk to ghosts," I declared one morning to my wife. "I'm done trying to make friends with the living," my undeniable logic rattled around my mind as I'm hand a cup of tea first thing in the morning. "Where you dreaming again?" My wife enquires as I place my cup on top of the recently assembled Ouija board coffee table at my bedside. "No," I think it over for a moment, I dream about departed family and friends bur this didn't inspire my decision, "social media." The online undead no longer interest me. Having lost interest in current society I decided to revisit what lay beyond the living world. My wife smiled assuring, "if you're going to Ouija maybe we befriend a ghost dog for Christmas." A ghost dog, how curious. No my motivation either. I'm done with the living, you need to die to become interesting to me. The digital age is ruin, current culture is ruin and the millennial muppets can whatever the fuck they want when I'm dead and gone bur until then shut the fuck up and do as you're told. Cheers to the departed, you can connect with us using Ouija media.