Adjusting to Insanity

“The world is your playground.” 
Translation: Anyone can spray anything they want right over your house and garden, for any reason whatsoever. They don’t even have to tell you who or why or when.

Nestlé can divert your town’s river and Monsanto can sue you for magically yet inadvertently and unwillingly using the wind to pollinate your corn with their seeds’ pollen.

The world is your playground as long as no one else wants to play where you’re playing or anywhere close by.  Grin and bear it.

“You live in the land of milk and honey.”
Addendum: Milk, ultra-pasteurized, and honey filled with glyphosate, brought to you in toxic containers, that you pay for, and then pay to ‘dispose of’, then pay to detoxify disposal area.  You’re welcome.

“Jesus loves you.”  His love will save you.  If you surrender to him obediently.  Don’t ask.  Brought to you by: King James.

Love conquers ALL! Brought to you by: NAMBLA (North-American Man-Boy Love Association)

“Uncle Sam wants you.”
That is, from cradle to grave, in his schools, on his battlefields, suffering in his hospitals, working for his corporate affiliations or his militaries, paying him taxes for the right to work, eat, breath, marry, breed, poop and die.

Don’t worry, be happy.
That’s an order.  Now, repeat. If that doesn’t work, repeat in front of mirror.  If that doesn’t work, repeat in front of mirror 10 times every day.  If that doesn’t work, repeat in front of mirror 10 times every day, with the help of this pill.  If that doesn’t work, meditate.  Hormone therapy.  Or there’s always yoga.  A social club.  A new hobby.  A face lift.  A lover.  An ashram.  A guru.  Divorce.  New job.  New career. Move to the country.  Move to the city.

Fake it till you make it.

All the world’s a stage.  Shakespeare said that.  He was actually a they and they were a team of lifetime actors and social engineers.

Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land. View all posts by KenshoHomestead