The Road To Winslow

The Road To Winslow

Commentary by: Bill the Butcher 

I want your full attention. I want you to consider my words not as applying to myself but to the possibility of this happening right now, in our time. Not some stretch of the vernacular. But a very real scenario that many are living right now.

The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother-in-law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother-in-law.

I have given up on my grand-kids. It took two years, but they finally got through to me. Where before I thought the outbursts were just growing pains. Well, they are, but the pain is inflicted on those around them, particularly caretakers or more specifically those who care for them.

You can blame it on the Lockdown, hormones, bad teachers or anything you want. The simple fact is they have no conscience, no attachment and moreover no respect.

Our education system has failed. Schools are grinding out functional idiots. They don’t have to question anything because it’s not taught anymore. What happened to all the statues? Why, didn’t anyone tell you? The Civil War never happened. Martin Luther King freed the slaves and we’ve all been equal ever since.

We’ve had countless arguments over pronouns. He, she, it, whatever. Bi-sexual, homosexual, this sexual, that sexual. Then they bring it down to something they call a “Pan Sexual!” Pan-Sexual: screw anything hot and hollar from a human being to a horse collar. They are told they can be anything they want. Unfortunately a normal caring human being is not on the list. Why relate to human beings when they could be a skillet-sexual and choice for a partner is a Dutch oven sexual.

My day starts thus:

“Good morning!”

“F#%k YOU!”

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“Why didn’t you just die last night. Nobody loves you. You’re too old to do anyone any good. Just LEAVE!”

The simplest request is rebutted.

“Please don’t put the dog in the car. We’re going to the grocery store,”

“F#%k YOU! I do what I want. What would you do if I just killed your f#%king dog? Oh. By the way, when you go to the store, pick me up a Vape. Mine is out. And if you don’t, I’ll tell my caseworker you give me Vapes!”

And you wait and hope. But there’s no hope. The only hope is after the Chinese take over and these Z’s hit the real world that world will hit them. Where are all the sex traffickers when we need them.

They live in an anime world. Where in the 60s we knew there was no talking rabbit from the Bronx, these kids believe cartoons! And they’re not even good cartoons. They play the endless loops in their games and believe there is a skill there. Until some active shooter pops a second a$$hole in their forehead at lunch in Luby’s. And when asked why the endless hours on gaming you are told there’s a million dollar prize out there. They have proof? Some guy told some guy who told them that for $107 on a gift card they can get a shot at one million Clicks, and those clicks can be cashed in . . . somewhere. I’m beginning to think I missed my calling. I mean, I look like Moses. Maybe prophesy online? I digress. But they buy into this world view with religious fervor. If they can but touch their iPhone they will be cured. They need to try that to restore that body part they had removed when they were five and “saw” themselves as anything but what they were.

But there is no cure. Their amygdala’s are the size of BBs, starved by the lack of real exposure to the real world. Just restart and play again. You can’t talk sense to nonsense.

So we endure. And we wait. Eighteen is the magic number. And the front gate is the magic path to freedom. The world will not treat them kindly. Now and then I shall remember them fondly, but a couple shots of Jim Beam usually dissipates that crap. Then I return to real life unencumbered by foolish false memories. “Vengeance is Mine!” saith the Lord. And I’ll go with that, so long as He don’t take too long, and I get to watch!

Now! Imagine if this is now reality …

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