For awhile now, I’ve been thinking how strange our world is designed. It’s supposed to be heaven on earth. Yes, life continues to sprout after devastations by `acts of God`. Yeah, right, blame `God` for everything that could possibly go wrong or when prayers go unheeded, leaving people dead and others suffering in misery, squalor of filth.
I see more mainstream press making too much noise, putting down the current administration and how, according to my thoughts, are not failures leading to apparent chaos or superficial as it seems but successes. By doing the worse imaginable, the best comes forth.
People, the degraded citizens, the white trash or white rags, have become lower than the slaves. The disenfranchised celebrate, rejoicing in their vengence agains their white masters, the Vikings of the new world and its original roots by default. I sense this truth somehow.
History plays us. White folks plays black folks. Children play with each other. The watchers observed, unamused and quite unmoved. People still don’t get it: It’s not racial. It’s being racist against each other based on religious views or political boundaries.
Oppositions playing to reverse the tides. Nonsense. Through death, there’s life. Nonsense. I see a balance somewhere but words fail me.
[Ooo! Neat! I ramble so! How keen! Yes.]
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