Secret Weapon
Before The State demonized me to death, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as: a war hero
According to the historians, i’m tall, strong, courageous - cool in pressure situations - known for my endurance
If that sounds sexy - sorry to ruin it: i’m … no oil painting
Now that i find myself re-embedded in civilized society, i still feel like an outsider
Of course, the horrors of war follow you home, but a side-effect of accepting that as a reality, is: it dissolves a lotta other bs in ya head
Leaving a residual ability to detect: fake projecting
An active interest in it. It’s this same inquisitiveness that provoked the furious headwind of intellectual hostility
Ironically, i’m an ignoramus - first to admit it - just some bloke - thirsting to learn - by conversing with: The Experts
How bad can that be …?
As it happened … quite early in my journey of inquiry - a pattern formed: our elites, are, seemingly, not as wise as they would have us believe
Initially, i thought: they might be glad to discover the error of their thinking … in the spirit of human endeavour … ! Together lift the lid on it !
See, told you i’m an idiot
I don’t seek conflict, the opposite, but inevitably, i end up contributing to it
Therefore i am … reporting live from: the-thick-of-it.
In this .. hostile .. struggle/mess, my secret weapon is:
a Question
Life is, in my (imperfect) estimation, a wondrous Investigation … a mystery … to be unravelled. One question, one (valid) answer, one piece of the puzzle at a time
I’m somewhat anal re: nailing down the details - stripping back the hypocritical crap - to illuminate: actual truth
Which’ll usually bear, no resemblance to: The Official Version
For making that observation, The State narrated me as: an activist nuisance - a polluter of youth - a disease to be eradicated
(Guesses)
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