When are we going to wake up? And return to our safe reality of 1984? Oh the night is my world, city lights painted girls?
Our world looks a bit like the dreamworld in Inception falling apart but they knew it was a dream, they knew they would wake up, they knew in their safe real world 2010 there wouldn’t be anything falling apart. And we? We suspect we are living in the damn reality and we won’t wake up. We may die like Leonardo DiCaprio’s wife, but… to return in 1984? With our kid-friends and corn flakes and mama buying us new swimsuits for July? The Algida World. The unbearably happy West under Emperor Reagan. Unless you were gay and waited for the destruction of the mom-and-dad family for you to marry another man and stop pretending you like girls. Or boys the other way round for women-lesbians. Maybe gays and lesbians and migranst weren’t happy as they are today, with all this Left defending them in power but… are they happy after all? And do I care about them so much, after all?
No.
Or maybe.
And then a lot of migrants drowned and a lot of trans regret transitioning. And I am not that altruistic, I’m rather egoistic. 1984 perhaps is too back into childhood, also 1999 would do. Or 2000.
But we don’t know it what happens after we die in this reality. There’s the Queen instead of Charles, there’s still Diana, there’s no Meghan and Harry was still racist and playing Polo with a white polo shirt. Now, no. Who didn’t dream it was real? I mean the Inception Dream Thing. After we die we go back here in a wonderful reality better than this? And not projection of our fantasy. Already Inception looks the Past and it is 15 years into the so called past, Ellen Page was still female who thought to be a female (I had the impression she wanted to hook Leonardo DiCaprio and detach him from the memory of the dead wife, the unbearably french & sexy dead wife, unforgettable and scary, bravo, she should win the Oscar, she looks like a psycho for real, I have doubts she’s just an actress) but now comes out she Ellen, dear Ellen! was a trans, now it’s Elliot. But we won’t jump from any window, at least not me. I am scared I end up badly.
Worse off than I am now.
Pride keeps me from closing these websites, only pride. But honestly I do see we are losing the war: Nigel Farage just announced he steps down as MP for Clacton and Marine LePen our Marine LePen was condemend to serve 1 term of 1 year and three months in jail and wear a humiliating ankle tag. An ankle tag. And they’re not ashamed? After Sarzoky, after Fillon, now LePen, because la France was a great Republic but never a great Democracy. It stinks like the rats on the rive gauche. I don’t want to see what comes next: the world upside down, the falling in pieces of an already damaged West: and there’s no waking up. No kick. And if you die? Who knows… nobody wants to die after all, religionists are liars and peddlers. You end up nowhere, you end up badly, you end up in 1984. We don’t know it because if we knew we are better off, we would all commit suicide. Like in the movie.
INCEPTION WALLPAPERS
I’m Trapped. I Feel I’m Trapped.