Ink SpillIn a wake of a corrupted land, it seems like the only way to cope is to laugh our way out of misery.
Corruption is now expected, cost of living is going to go higher, societies principals are going to be stripped naked, saying blatant lies is not just accepted but encouraged, whispering eye piercing truth is BLASPHEMY! It is to be shunned in front of the public eye until the truth is dried, twisted, rotted, then flamed out of existence.
There is only two kind of hopes people have left.
Hope in the oppressing regime, is that by willfully or unwillfully choosing to be dumb, deaf, and blind, to enslave their mind, body, and soul and hope that the word of the liars are true. When the tyrant’s pigs lash them and they tell them it’s for their own good, they believe it. in that way at least life can make sense, and then they can turn off the heat from their boiling sense of justice and pride.
The other hope is in the afterlife.
The third hope is only for the naive, a hope where we can turn the world around and live in a plot of daisy and sunshine. This hope lives long enough until the innocent sees their daisy plot being burnt to ashes and they being whipped and lashed half-naked in the scorching heat of the sun.
Then they choose from the two hopes they have left.