Nout the despair like witnessing mainstream political dissent. The young-ish and let's be angry. Loud and proud, coming out for the ubiquitous 'protest'.
Makes no-sense half of . . .
Done 'Brexit' before. My profound shake-up came soon after an early-hours posting, watching and hearing Boris. His first comment and should be 'oh glorious victory...' somewhat later than expected on the morning after the referendum. As I recall, a pensive look, while all that stuck out was the "no need to . . .
Let's go, Russia did it x2. A binational wind-up upon the lemmings. Respective, ruling puppet squads, teleconferencing at night over vodkas and what-have-you. Havin' a laugh. Or, Russia at it and leaving litter to goad the MPs and their News stars. All a-jumping on a bizarre trip, stumbling over themselves to excel in . . .
'I can hear them calling way from Oregon...' sings Van. The song, Independence Day, slow-riding slaps and plucking. Yearnings to be out among hippy-happy-ville. The mix and smiling madness of heady times. Celebration and what seemed set. A world believing fixed into its hip new progression. Nowadays, sure ain't no 1972. . . .
Behind somewhat of an appearance otherwise, have Putin and co. got new/old commie-like ideals -- in bed with Israel, Iran and China -- the intention to smash the States and takeover? It's the alternative-alternative thesis. See 'Talpiot and Unit 8200'. Signs and evidence show one thing, then another.
Regardless . . .
There's an argument for 'no borders' but it's not mainstream. Goes with anarcho social orders. Or, a Marx-led breakdown, the build-up out the ashes bringing supposed benevolent authoritarianism. Once that is, the Left has entered into a fight to the death in the semifinals against Anarchists. Finals, and who mops up . . .
To shout about shouting can seem a self-aggrandising exercise. Getting m' on-a-platform (pulpit?) deluded rocks-off. Think 'doing something' to make better, this crazy world. The attention getter, needing to feel virtuous signals. Caring and honest kicks.
Add, the rattling about on the www without clicks. Doubt . . .