I’ve been in an angry, self-destructive mood lately. Angry from watching the idiocy unfolding in front of my eyes every time I turn on the TV. Seriously, it causes me physical pain. Usually I crawl back into my own little world. Sneaking out to work then scurry back to my comfort zone to laugh at all the stupid people out there.
Not so easy these days. The big bad world is huffing and puffing at your door 24/7! There is no escape. Forcing you to compare your life with the carefully manicured and created lives portrayed as “real” lives. Everywhere you look. An no matter hard we try, how much we spend we will never be as cool, awesome, successful, loved or admired as those people. But if you buy their product or service, you might have a slight chance of feeling superior to your neighbors or the kids at school. Or both.
But you will never be the equal of the people of The Internet. Because by and large the internet is fiction.
And when Ma & PA Government come knocking on my door to shut me up for pointing out their lies and fuck ups. I’ll just tell them I’m only writing fantasy fiction. Stories about what an imaginary government that didn’t suck could be doing to better serve We the People. Or exposing problems, that Ma & Pa usually say don’t exist but then focus on one’s that don’t. Or didn’t before they made little ones worse or even reignited ones that were on their way to a historical entry under “dumb shit we once thought was ok”
So all of this is just a whole lot of speculative fiction.
Or is it?
We the F%#n' People 