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What’s fueling the male reproductive crisis?

How she shut down and stopped eating from the cognitive dissonance from the very real extistential threath climate change poses to our world and the complete silence and inaction from all leaders around the world.

I get it.

We're all in some sort of fugue state of frustration and anxiety when the world we're living in, our reality, isn't reflected by those in power, isn't named and dealt with in any kind of problem-solving way.

It's just finger pointing, trying to shift the blame and responsibility to land somewhere else but your lap. Changing the narrative. Gaslighting. Politics as usual for a world that doesn't exist anymore.

It's sickening.

And I don't know what to do.

I could run for office.

I could.

But I don't have the energy because I'm in a fugue state from cognitive dissonance.

Yes.

That's true.

But unlike when immigrants, the poor, women, trans people, or take your pick of marginalised people, gets blamed, the billionaires actually ARE responsible for the state of the world.

Big difference.

Combine those money-hoarding oligarchs around the world with that handful of impotent, incontinent, "world leaders" that refuse to accept that, soon, and very soon, they'll have nothing to say about anything ever again because the Grim Reaper doesn't care who you are, and you have found the structure that feeds all things that are driving humanity closer and closer towards the abyss.

"Hey, let's soak up all the resources and make fun of everyone that hasn't got any. And watch them scramble for purchase while we blame them for it!"

"'S gonna be so much fun!"

"O, o, I know, let's see what happens if we digitally enthrall everybody and then use it as a weapon!"

Like we're not real.

If only they were truly interested in, well, anything really, apart from hoarding.

But they're not.

What sad little specks of dust they are.

Because they could solve everything. All the burning emergencies this world actually faces.

War.

Poverty.

Famine.

The GOD DAMNED CLIMATE CHANGE SITUATION.

We've got going on.

But they won't.

The thing is, history, which is no comfort for us living alongside them today, but, history will weigh them, take their measure, and they will, certainly, be found wanting.

May their names live on forever in infamy.

The ones who broke the planet.

For what?

For what?

Just to see if they could?

And I love comments!

It's just, the "Oh, noooo! I can't believe my otp ship of all time turned out to be just a story of lust 😭!"

And I'm like, "Sweetheart, you've only read the first two chapters..."

I don't know, aren't we all agreed that the love interests getting eachother from the get-go is, you know, bad storytelling?

The cherries.

Or the cats, come to think of it.

I smile.

But there’s thunder in the distance, heading this way.

And I’m oh, so very happy it’s thunder and not, artillery.

How are we still, doing, war?

Who, really, who, thinks that is a good idea?

2026?

These are the things I have to think about on a nice summer’s day.

Because of the WORLD.

As of this day, however, singing shan’t do it anymore.

'Cause it'd be strange if it didn't.

I can't.

It's seriously fucking me up!

Information age my ass.

YA' CAN'T FIND ANY!

Information.

We're back in the flipping dark ages!

Where some dude, but this time it's a fucking calculator, sits and makes up shit he wants people to believe in.

Sometimes, that is the most, freeing, of times.

Everyone's in their burrows. No one expects something from you.

No one cares if you cancel on them. Not really.

Because it's cosy under the blanket, with a big cup of tea at your hand, and a candle flicking beside you, as you snuggle closer to your dog, listening to the sound of the rain.

A pocket of time that didn't exist, and couldn't be filled with plans.

Yours.

Only.