Sputtering gasps of hope. Awash in a sea of acculturated apathy. Against a tide of capitalist flotsam and nihilist jetsam.
As if anybody cares.
Welcome to Crying Out Loud by me, Darren Alexander.
There is no left, no right, only ranges of arbitrarily informed values and beliefs speckled like rye seeds in plump loaves of biased individuals, with barely a whiff, like an afterthought, of warm moral obligation.
Globalist elites have successfully defeated the cafe. Turned hot coffee into wet dreams. In so doing the secular political arena was upturned. Then a resurrection, of catatonic laptop affiliates, took to the mount. A special brand of techno-trans-deviants gain control of our intimate secrets and shopping lists.
If you’re looking for order ahead, you’re in the wrong decade.
Caution: Work in Progress.
In the meantime, tell your friends!