Why Everything You Think, Is Wrong
Why Everthing You Think, Is Wrong
I once had a pair of Red Ball Jet tennis shoes. They did not make me run faster, much to my chagrin, I assume others had chagrin, regarding this issue, as well. So it wasn't just my chagrin. This is where it all started.
I was sold this idea by a barrage of television ads, with kids similar in age, who ran and jumped like secret agents and action heroes of cinematic legend. I mean, these shoes didn't even have arch support. No spring action. In fact, I became increasingly tired as I ran, leaping into space ala James West.
"What would you expect without sufficient arch support?" I thought to myself.
This was the beginning of my being "Woke." Sometimes called "Being awake," for all you oldtimers. Yes, I was "Woke," now, and there would be no turning back.
From there I began to read books, magazines, and sundry other publications, which increased my awareness, that the world was lying to me. Once a man is "Woke," he can no longer be un-awoke. For his eyes are open and he is seeing clearly.
In this state of "Woke," I found myself wondering, "What other lies were the powers that be telling us. Maybe the earth really was flat? Maybe area 51 was actually called area 52?" The maybes were endless.
In response, I joined a group of radical political activists; writers, poets, actors, plus an array of similarly unemployed, girlfriendless males. The chicks would soon be ours, however, when they found out that we were "Woke." Then, they'd find us irresistible.
To celebrate, we formed a rock band called "The Effervescent Water Buffalo." We'd flip the switches on our Sears amps, powered by a thunderous 5 watts, hammer out a power chord, signaling the coming rock apocalypse, and then throw down some heavy rock on the corpses of our peers, who'd been rocked to death. No one would survive. No one.
As if that weren't enough, I was made aware that America was not what it appeared to be.
"Land of the free? Home of the Brave?"
Heck, I knew lots of people who weren't brave, thus proving that America couldn't be the land of the brave, leading me to ask, "What other lies were we being told, daily, nightly, by the man?"
Sincerely - Fester Bester Tester
I once had a pair of Red Ball Jet tennis shoes. They did not make me run faster, much to my chagrin, I assume others had chagrin, regarding this issue, as well. So it wasn't just my chagrin. This is where it all started.
I was sold this idea by a barrage of television ads, with kids similar in age, who ran and jumped like secret agents and action heroes of cinematic legend. I mean, these shoes didn't even have arch support. No spring action. In fact, I became increasingly tired as I ran, leaping into space ala James West.
"What would you expect without sufficient arch support?" I thought to myself.
This was the beginning of my being "Woke." Sometimes called "Being awake," for all you oldtimers. Yes, I was "Woke," now, and there would be no turning back.
From there I began to read books, magazines, and sundry other publications, which increased my awareness, that the world was lying to me. Once a man is "Woke," he can no longer be un-awoke. For his eyes are open and he is seeing clearly.
In this state of "Woke," I found myself wondering, "What other lies were the powers that be telling us. Maybe the earth really was flat? Maybe area 51 was actually called area 52?" The maybes were endless.
In response, I joined a group of radical political activists; writers, poets, actors, plus an array of similarly unemployed, girlfriendless males. The chicks would soon be ours, however, when they found out that we were "Woke." Then, they'd find us irresistible.
To celebrate, we formed a rock band called "The Effervescent Water Buffalo." We'd flip the switches on our Sears amps, powered by a thunderous 5 watts, hammer out a power chord, signaling the coming rock apocalypse, and then throw down some heavy rock on the corpses of our peers, who'd been rocked to death. No one would survive. No one.
As if that weren't enough, I was made aware that America was not what it appeared to be.
"Land of the free? Home of the Brave?"
Heck, I knew lots of people who weren't brave, thus proving that America couldn't be the land of the brave, leading me to ask, "What other lies were we being told, daily, nightly, by the man?"
Sincerely - Fester Bester Tester