A chap takes stock
… same … changing …
Man Tou She knew he was screwed. Things were going to stay the same, they were not really going to change much. The old remained firmly in control more than ever, the rigid norms were returning reinforced more than ever, and blatant falsehoods were being canonised as biblical truths. Oh well, he was all too often aware, human nature needed to be imprisoned in its own inertia. That was why historical cycles were helical.
The most selfish individuals had been reinstated as elite leadership again, their charisma so overwhelming that those who would be their worst enemies actually loved them, handing over power as if they were truly loved in return, and believing blindly and unreasoning deeply that they would therefore certainly be saved. Sheep baring their adoring throats for hungry wolf 🐺 mothers to tear out in blazes of blood, in loving indulgence.
Children and women, elderly and disabled were still being murdered in the righteous march against the falling night of barbarism against humans on the other side, definitely always monsters compared to us never saints. Foreign alien diversity was always the unthinkable darkness of our honest depths, while slamming doors and blacking windows were the only guarantees of true insight and awareness, as only I know best and all of you who disagree are so wrong - but my most private are wide open for the life water of social media.
Man knew he had always lost. As an individual who could not quit who he naturally was, She was doomed to be ignored in indifferent silence, carefully cancelled against to never live his own simpl, fulfilling life.
By the way, what kind of name was Man Tou She? A head full of snakes 满头蛇🐍? A slow mind for a glib tongue 慢头舌 ? Or constantly giving away steamed empty buns 馒头舍? Whatever. Who cares?
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