5. Dear My Main Man Vlad

The world is kind of fucked up at the moment.  It's the most fucked up I've ever seen it, and I grew up in the Seventies.  That's saying something.  The moment we're presently in is the first one where people and events look similar to a doomsday prepper show you'd see on the History Channel.  Things are unpredictable and chaotic.  People are full of distrust and generalized anger.  Institutions are being viewed with skepticism rather than reverence.  And the societal norms of respect, acceptance, and tolerance have been abandoned for self-centeredness and entitlement.  The covid 19 pandemic, Vladimir Putin, and the disaster known as Donald J Trump and his brain-dead herd of moronic idiots known as "MAGA" collided, and the world is no longer recognizable.

It's stunning and shocking to see how much stupidity there is among us.  The MAGA hoard is primarily composed of uneducated individuals with very little exposure to perspectives or experiences outside of the sheltered fear that makes up their own.  They're a bunch of myopic 8-year-olds who speak before thinking and impulsively buy all the guns.  Even though they are the minority it's their values that drive the country.  A comedic Armaggedon that isn't funny.  It's akin to a bunch of really bad parents giving their tweens the keys to the car and forcing the rest of us to go for the ride. What the fuck is happening here?  Seriously.  What the fuck is going on?  You know the moppet's gonna crash.

The only silver lining I see is that scientists and intellectuals can stop giving speeches about the top ten ways life will end.  It's pretty obvious it will be the result of Human behavior. It's possible my generation or the one right behind it is writing the last chapter of this Human race.  Leave it to us to have such a historical impact on Mankind that we eliminate the possibility of Mankind knowing it was Us in the process.

Let's give 'Team Human' the shout-out we deserve.  We're the most idiotic herd of short-sighted morons to worship progress since a bunch of Lemmings sprinted over a cliff to avoid the shame of being "different".  Despite having the largest brain in the animal kingdom, opposable thumbs, and self-awareness we haven't pulled away from the pack.  So. . .  Human. Lemming. Llama.  Mosquito. Head Lice.  Or MAGA moron. it doesn't matter.  We all meet the same end at the same time and leave with the same amount of nothing.  When this cosplay of made-up differences is over we all weigh the same.  Twenty-one grams each.  So who gives a shit about the state of the world?  

I do.

 
Kind of.

You see, it's not the "contemporary collective consciousness of impending doom, death is upon us, an existential crisis" that has me bummed.  It's the palpable loss of hope in a glass-half-full bunch of hopefuls.  That bothers me.

It's the disappointing discovery that decency and empathy are not universal human traits, because they should be.  Why make it a choice?  Unless you want concrete proof that everyone claiming to have learned something about being Human actually did.

It's the sobering realization that your fears were never really conquered, just distracted while you got on with living, which is pretty huge.  So forget that one.   

It's the inability or decision not to look beyond Ego into the lie we all tell ourselves about being individuals.  We're not.  Not entirely.  It's a scientific fact that we're all connected by the same fabric.  What I do unto others I also do unto me.  Literally.

It's the hoarding of wealth by those who have more money than they could spend in a hundred lifetimes. 

It's our willingness to pledge allegiance to statements we know to be false so we can rationalize what we've obtained if we're lucky enough to obtain anything.  Statements like "All men are created equal and",  "We are an equal opportunity employer and," "if you can dream it you can achieve it".

It's the ease with which most people look away from suffering and convince themselves that whatever they may be able to do wouldn't help anyway, so they can live without doing anything at all.

The truth is part of me wishes Biden would tell Putin to fuck off and then launch every missile we have at his shiny Russian forehead.  I'm sick of insecure fearful little men holding the human race hostage with empty threats.  A few nuclear warheads and some mushroom clouds might be just the wake-up call we need.  In fact...

"Dear My Main Man Vlad,

We're just lemmings stampeding toward an unavoidable cliff. Whether you flip the switch and launch nukes or I do is irrelevant.  All we change is the timing.  I'm sick of your shit.  I'm sick of seeing you topless on horseback or karate chopping little kids.  So guess what?  I don't fear death.  You do. You're terrified of that inevitable transition and I know it.  It's the reason you do all the shit you do. You actually think you can control it.  So my diminutive Russianhalf-size little man, fuck you. Our birds are in the air and have been for ten minutes.   You're gonna be a waft of steam and vapor in three..two..one. BOOM Mutha Fucker!  Vlad gone now.  Vlad go bye-bye.  Vlad go poof.

Sincerely,

President  Joseph Robin Edward "I Call Bullshit" Biden

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