Furtive behavior is always noticed and, when noticed, inevitably raises an alarm. On the other hand, a man acting boldly and directly is viewed as honest and harmless, is not remarked upon, and is later forgotten altogether. – Dean Koontz
He had tried to get along.
When all his neighbors were terrified a caravan of MS-13 crackheads was crossing the border to groom schoolchildren with Critical Reliable Theory, he cheerily acknowledged passersby with a hearty, “Hola!”
Maybe a “Buenas dias, senora.”
Seems so long ago now.
The Old Man finally – only recently – came to grips with himself and the Nazification of his neighborhood.
Look at the bright side.
Probably the safest place to be at the moment.
Nobody shooting up retirement communities full of fat white folks flying their ideology on poles in the front yard.
With nightlights.
The flags offer a sense of belonging for these frightened people obviously. Comforting.
Also called ‘trolling’ or ‘owning the libs’. You might call it, ‘fucking up the landscape.’
The old man liked the idea so many coup supporters identified themselves.
We The People, my ass.
So he waved at everybody and prayed he wouldn’t get run over by a golf cart decked out like a four-star general’s staff limo with a ‘Let’s Go, Brandon!’ bumper sticker.
Remember the time Nike sent him to a shrink because he wouldn’t wear a tie to work.
What’s bothering you, Ricks Warren asked, and The Old Man, still young, told Ricks Warren everything.
He spilled his guts about all his troubles.
“Pick one,” Ricks Warren said.
And if your biggest trouble is decoration phobia, your life ain’t so bad.
Also, there was some occasional impotence when dating midget strippers but he generally didn’t lead with that in his initial session.
Company insurance paid for his visits and he did learn a helpful technique which serves him to this day.
The neighborhood flags were the one big thing killing The Old Man and he decided to take the easy way out.
Spoke silently in a manly voice while spinning three times counter-clockwise, screaming practically like he was alone on a country road, screaming so no one could hear, this shit is too silly to fuss about.
Sadly funny or funnily sad. He remains undecided.
The condition of the world would have to improve to be apocalyptic but he was happy right where he was.
Living in a foreign land.
Florida. DeSantis Country.
It all floats down here to the end of the road.
The bottom.
The old man thought he’d be okay until they came door-to-door asking for an oath of allegiance.
Meanwhile, he’d just keep walking and growling.
Try to fit in.
“Guten tag, frau Brucker.”
Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
“Heil!“
For man, when perfected, is the best of animals, but, when separated from law and justice, he is the worst of all; since armed injustice is the more dangerous, and he is equipped at birth with the arms of intelligence and with moral qualities which he may use for the worst ends.
Wherefore, if he have not virtue, he is the most unholy and the most savage of animals, and the most full of lust and gluttony. – Aristotle
