When I depart with all but this as testament. Let it be known through town and village that I bestow on you the sound knowledge that you are vibrant and alive and that I am, in fact, a stiff. The ragged trousers of mutal care are a gift you never earned so I am keeping those.You can have the flip flops that I hid under the stairs far away from prying feet.
Dogs! Even with a whole dead Elephant they will go straight for the ass.
The ridiculousness of not being ridiculous
The ultimate conservative is the humble Amoeba. It will not share. It will not co-operate. It will refuse all change to conserve what is has and stay unicellular.
Fortunately for those of us that rejoice in the beauty of reason and are kinda glad to not be floating aimlessly in a swamp - advanced life is constantly liberal. Cells found common goals and communicated (became a commune). Communism is the foundation of complex life. Without it we would be primeval soup dwellers.
This is not political, it’s biological.
Cancer is a greed that ultimately kills it’s host and therefore it’s self.
We have become more than multi-cellular. We have systems in place; from our liver cells to fortnightly bin collections. It’s all the same thing but on a larger scale. Look at a map of internet connections between us all. We are becoming a new organism, together.
What else can you call those that want to hinder progress than a self destructive cancer?
This web we have connecting us is just as valid a construct for survival as the bowel cell said to the heart cell…
“What do you do then?”
“I’m in distribution,” said the heart cell with a wry look on it’s globby chops.
The bowel cell pondered this. Then rudely pondered his own past and/or future. He didn’t know. “What am I?” the bowel cell tentatively asked.
“Well, your…erm…how can I put this politely?” Heart cell searched for a cunning pacification.
It couldn’t find one so blurted out “I couldn’t exist without you but you can take all the shit and get cancer”
[stop this metaphor right now]
I was making…like….the heart is the ruling classes and the bowels were the oppressed Bowelish community. To rise up and be revolting. Crush that corpulent pump as it had crushed us.
Thinking as a macro society I would rather not my bottom attack my cardio vascular system.
I wouldn’t know my Arse from my Aorta.
In response heartkind has imposed sanctions on MacDonald’s claiming many of them are dying. One clogged and dripping artery claimed “I can’t believe I’m not butter”.
I have to say, as an unbiased observer, I couldn’t either.
MacDonald’s has so far refused access to weapons inspectors.
