Bob, Truth And Refugees
There is no truth or lies anymore
We live in paintings of Salvador Dali. Bizarre, strange and scary. We are working hard to connect virtual reality with our perceived “natural” reality. It doesn’t have a bad smell and it fulfils the sickest wishes of the user. When Tesla Guy says that we live in a simulation, we piss our pants, we can’t wait for it to be true.
The natural world is cruel, the natural world is demanding of us to work hard, and who wants to work hard when we can sit with a pecker in a hand (sorry ladies) and pretend that we are the rulers of the world. We can’t wait to upload our minds onto the online world. No wonder the ruling class looks at us in disgust.
My mum is in her 80s. When we speak about today’s world she tells me that she can’t comprehend it at all. She tells me that it’s a madhouse. I tend to agree with her. It is a madhouse.
Most of the western world is doing ok. We have everything we need — hot water runs in our taps, radiators are warm in winters, we can reach each other in seconds and if you are sick an ambulance is on the way to you. We have so much variety of food on the shelves that we forget the taste of it. What are we missing? Why can’t we calm down and enjoy it? Why do we need to look for problems to solve? Are we that fucking bored so we need to entertain ourselves by starting a war among us?
Back to the Truth. No one wants it. No one needs it. Do you know why? Because it’s painful. Because it demands an acknowledgement that we are mortal, and who wants to admit that.
At the time of typing this piece, there are crowds of people on the border of Belarus and the EU trying their hardest to get over to Europe. I understand why they are trying to get over here, good luck to them. They bought a false dream of prosperity. I can’t argue, we don’t have bombs falling down on most of us (sorry Ukraine) and we are spoiled with choice but have little humanity and decency left in us. I hope they are going to get through, reach the shores of the Western World and see how morally bankrupt it is. Turn around, go back and rebuild their countries that they could live happily ever after.
I saw a sign on a wall — “ Bob is the father of punks”.
Bob is dead. The truth is dead. We killed them both.
