Bustednuckles

Why yes, yes I do.

A Lot.

Probably too much but I get that from my dear departed saint of a Grandmother.

She was a pro at it.

It’s not like there isn’t anything to worry about, as a matter of fact, there is so much to worry about that I worry that I am missing something to worry about.

The way I see it, if you aren’t worried about something lately, you absolutely deserve what you get when the hammer falls.

And it’s going to fall, trust me on that.

I worry so much about things that I aggravate the piss out of The Wifely Unit.

It’s not that I derive pleasure from it, far from that.

I am the literal definition of The Guy That Just Wanted To Be Left Alone.

The problem here, is that there seems to be a bunch of sociopathic megalomaniacs in places that I will never see, who think they are better than everyone else and that think they should be telling everyone else how they should live.

And die.

Mainly that.

They just want 90% of us to die and leave them to create some unattainable utopia where their every whim is immediately fulfilled by ignorant and easily manipulated brown skinned worker bees who barely manage to keep from starving to death themselves.

I have a problem with that.

Anyone else paying attention to current and likely coming events should have too as it directly affects them.

The political and socio-economic shenanigans I have seen taking place lately tell me that there are some serious moves and realignments coming in the very near future and none of them have my best interests at heart.

Right?

None of which are happening randomly.

Living expenses are going through the roof, intentionally created supply chain problems are exacerbating that and those two things alone are enough to cause me to worry about things.

Then we have the Eat Ze Bugs assholes pulling strings and generally making a nuisance of themselves along with the Meat Puppets they control who are doing their damndest to make life as miserable as they can by choking off our abilities to work, travel, socialize, cook, eat and heat the modest living quarters we are still just barely able to afford.

All the while stealing us blind, economically enslaving our great, great grandchildren and enriching themselves with graft and money laundering schemes to make themselves so obscenely rich off our backs as to be unimaginable.

So yeah, I worry about these things.

To tell you the truth, I have had a sense of foreboding in the pit of my stomach for the last few weeks that I can’t ever recall it being so over powering like it is.

It can’t just be me either.

Sure I worry but this is next level dread.

Of course there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop what’s coming, the die has been cast and the results of events already in motion will be what they will be but this sense of the need of an uprising by restless natives will not shake.

My fear is that it is already too late.

The amount of Died Suddenly I am seeing lately is unprecedented and it is only going to get worse.

It appears to me that The Sheeple inhabiting this world have indeed been dumbed down so far as to literally mimic their name sakes and they are unable to see they have been lined up in the pens leading to the slaughter house.

Like everyone who comes here, I am desperately trying to avoid being collateral damage.