It’s the little things, honestly.
I’m at the cricket. Atmosphere is… Very “controlled”, let’s say.
This is Australia, right, and it’s cricket, so… Masks (but no vaxx mandate, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, obviously!), security fucking everywhere, literal propaganda messaging coming over the big screen every break, and every few “overs” (“Stay safe! Wear your mask! Behave or we will throw you out! Report anti-social behaviour to this text line”, etc)…
I’ve seen people arrested, and beach balls confiscated, amongst so many other “warnings”, and fuckery by security, and I’ve only been here a few hours…
I no longer give a fuck. Especially post-#Djokergate, and so I have stopped complying…
Mask off, and I fuck with these authoritarian tyrants at every last opportunity. Booing, swearing, I give them as much shit as I can, without being arrested, especially when they come for people near me (including a kid, for trying to rescue a beach ball before the security guard popped it). And when the woke ads, or “safety messages” come over, I boo as loud as I can, to drown it out. “Wear your mask or we’ll evict you!” - Yeah, get fucked, cunt!
People fucking LOVE it. Some have taken off their masks, because I have. Others have them down. Whenever I fuck with the authorities, others cheer and join in. Or laugh.
Oh, and my father is so disappointed it is genuinely hilarious. Makes me happy. I live to see him “disappointed” in me. 🥲
It’s the little things, honestly.
Do your best to be an example to others, and let’s fucking end this… 🤷🏻♂️
True. See, I already had that, in 2015.
I lost nearly absolutely everything. Thanks to the state, and my university, and my family, and some general absolute cuntbaggery I won’t go into.
Almost everything I have, now, I have built up from that point.
So I actually do know how that feels, believe it or not.
I’ve slept rough, multiple times. I’ve been mugged, and robbed at gunpoint. I’ve had my ID, and my bank cards, stolen (though not used, thank fuck). I’ve been defrauded fairly substantial sums of money (relatively speaking, for me at the time). I’ve seen some very dark shit.
So believe me, I get it, lol.
Though I do like your metaphor. It’s much funnier than my anecdote, ha.
Though I guess… It’ll all be a funny story one day.
Ngl, India was pretty funny, being robbed. Because it was all so fucking absurd that you couldn’t help but laugh.
Absolutely insane place, lol.
Wasn't a metaphor. Cost me $10/day for that Rotary Club campsite, a little over 20 years ago. That psychopath I got mixed up with put me through a lot, but I was already at the bottom of the barrel when I ran into him.