Sick

The Ramblings of a cantankerous old man in a young man's body

I’m sick of every single breath of oxygen taken in this country being politicized by someone in a three-piece suit who wouldn’t eat my Mammaw’s beans at gunpoint.

I’m sick of looking out and seeing otherwise good and hardworking people being led to their deaths by the nape of their necks and walking willingly into the slaughterhouse because it beat the alternative of looking weak.

I’m sick of people that talk with a twang being made into social pariahs because it’s easier for a white man in Connecticut to sleep at night if he can put the guilt off on one region.

I’m sick of being told, “that’s just the way it is” by people who spend every waking minute of their privileged life ensuring that that is how it will remain.

I’m sick of us fighting each other while the elite sit at their war table, goblet in hand, and laugh as we do precisely what they wish.

I’m sick in bed with a virus that I’ll recover from because I took the precautions. Many won’t take those precautions and all because of an imaginary dividing line that we have to stand on one side of.

Congrats to us all. We die for the honor of those who wouldn’t piss us out if we were on fire.

God Bless America

‘Corey