You might call me call me an alarmist. You’re right, I am alarmed. I’m ate up with alarm. It’s hard to sleep some nights I’m so Goddamned alarmed. Are you alarmed? Most people who know me think me crazy, or at best “unstable”. They suspect I have “issues”. They’re right. I’m unstable. I have issues. Have you ever seen a child’s face burnt off? Well, I haven’t ether, not actually. But I have seen a few online. I mean, the face gets to looking like silly putty, and the nasal passages are exposed, and the eyes welded shut. Does that shock you that I would say such a thing? That is an issue of mine. I take issue with a child’s face being melted off. What about a dusty street littered with human remains, and mothers searching through them trying to piece together the remains of their 12 year olds? Have you see that? You know, every day men and women go cobbling their children together so they can stuff them into a little coffin. And guess what, you pay for it all. Now that’s an issue, don’t you think? They took our money, and used it to kill little girls. So, yea, I’m alarmed. Now you’re probably thinking: “What’s gotten into this guy?.” But I might be thinking, “What’s gotten into you”? Did you know that more species disappear every day than any time since the extinction event that killed the dinosaurs? They just slip away forever because we need to stuff our guts or build more cities or get rid of our stinking waste. Yea, that alarms me. When you walk past a guy who has pissed in his pants, and he is talking to himself, and he has soars all over his body, does that alarm you. Do you just keep walking and try not to look. Well I’m alarmed, and I keep looking at people in the street, people I pass, trying to connect our mutual feelings of alarm. I suspect that if I’m alarmed others must be too. I can’t be the only one that feels this way! So look in people’s eyes, and I look for the shock and rage and confusion that I know they must feel. I look for the rage and the confusion and the shock that they must feel. I’m always looking and listening for it. I hope you reading this do the same. Hope that you feel like I do. I’m alarmed, and I’m thinking that if a lot more of us don’t get alarmed, we are all fucked in the end.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
ALARMA!
You might call me call me an alarmist. You’re right, I am alarmed. I’m ate up with alarm. It’s hard to sleep some nights I’m so Goddamned alarmed. Are you alarmed? Most people who know me think me crazy, or at best “unstable”. They suspect I have “issues”. They’re right. I’m unstable. I have issues. Have you ever seen a child’s face burnt off? Well, I haven’t ether, not actually. But I have seen a few online. I mean, the face gets to looking like silly putty, and the nasal passages are exposed, and the eyes welded shut. Does that shock you that I would say such a thing? That is an issue of mine. I take issue with a child’s face being melted off. What about a dusty street littered with human remains, and mothers searching through them trying to piece together the remains of their 12 year olds? Have you see that? You know, every day men and women go cobbling their children together so they can stuff them into a little coffin. And guess what, you pay for it all. Now that’s an issue, don’t you think? They took our money, and used it to kill little girls. So, yea, I’m alarmed. Now you’re probably thinking: “What’s gotten into this guy?.” But I might be thinking, “What’s gotten into you”? Did you know that more species disappear every day than any time since the extinction event that killed the dinosaurs? They just slip away forever because we need to stuff our guts or build more cities or get rid of our stinking waste. Yea, that alarms me. When you walk past a guy who has pissed in his pants, and he is talking to himself, and he has soars all over his body, does that alarm you. Do you just keep walking and try not to look. Well I’m alarmed, and I keep looking at people in the street, people I pass, trying to connect our mutual feelings of alarm. I suspect that if I’m alarmed others must be too. I can’t be the only one that feels this way! So look in people’s eyes, and I look for the shock and rage and confusion that I know they must feel. I look for the rage and the confusion and the shock that they must feel. I’m always looking and listening for it. I hope you reading this do the same. Hope that you feel like I do. I’m alarmed, and I’m thinking that if a lot more of us don’t get alarmed, we are all fucked in the end.
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