“Baby, I’m in the mood.”--Man
“Not tonight I have a headache.”--Woman
You wake up in the morning and your head is pounding. You probably have a concussion and should be aware. There’s two other people in your bed and you can’t remember their names. That’s a symptom. A sure sign you have a concussion. They’re naked. Another symptom. Concussions affect vision. You stagger downstairs and notice the front door is open and hanging off one hinge. Maybe you fell into the door striking it with your head. Then some naked people carried you to bed. Then climbed in with you.
The record player is on. It’s spinning around and round. The arm is stuck at the end of the record. Why didn’t any of these sleeping half-dressed people pull the needle off? Who are they and where did they come from? There are empty whiskey bottles on the coffee table with a bong in the middle. You step over the bodies and puddles of vomit and turn off the record player. You hear your name called out, “Steve.”
“Mike, come on in.” You don’t have a concussion. You had a kick ass party.
My dad had a small rental house that he rented out to a friend of mine when we were 19-years-old. I happen to stop by his house the morning after. I asked him what the fuck happened. He said he had a party with some friends and then word must have got out and 200 people showed up. I asked him about the door. He told me there were guy fights over girls and he threw one asshole out and then the asshole kicked the door in to get back in. I asked him about the other teenagers scattered all over and he said he didn’t know them but hoped all of them were still alive.
It's not just National Concussion Day it’s also National Double Cheesburger Day. Not enough cheese? It’s also National Cheese Toast Day, National Doodle Art Day, National Malcom Day, National World Afro Day and National Felt Hat Day. Tease your hair into an afro, put on a felt hat, refer to yourself as Malcolm, make a toasted cheese sandwich and start doodling. Then get drunk, fall down, hit your head and discover a concussion. A complete national awareness day.
I’ve been creeping on state politicians and state health impersonators since the start of the fake pandemic. I’ve noticed the state health impersonators are big on national awareness days. A few examples. National Overdose Awareness Day.
You’d think after this day there would be National Life After Death Day. That comes later. Next up is National Grief Awareness Day.
Reclaiming your power. Right. Fuck you grief. Fuck you death. We’re reclaiming our power to be soul-less brain dead walking pharmaceutical zombies. And we’ll get there if the drugs are right. And they are.
Is it even possible to not be aware of grief? Pfizer says yes. I know several people on certain Pfizer drugs who claim a nuclear bomb could be falling out of the sky onto their house, a direct hit, and they don’t give a fuck.
A good idea for a new national day. National Pharmaceutical Day, then, National Bombs Falling Out Of The Sky Day. Followed by National I Don’t Give A Fuck Day. Followed by National Insensitive Day.
Day 1,294 in the WEF war against humanity. New national day—National Fuck Off World Economic Forum Day. National Fuck You Covid 19 Vaccine Day. National Fuck Off Mask Wearer Day. National Fuck You Build Back Better Day. National Generate Rage Day. National I Need A Beer Day. I could go on forever.
Have a great day everyone.
In the undisclosed place that houses my apocalyptic bunker there will be slow times where I will be forced to tell tales of what it used to be like before the internet went down. Using shadows upon the dim lit wall, I will talk of sub stack and how it provided a place to gather, learn and occasionally laugh. With my slowly dimming light and last few batteries I'll speak of the Reaper and the legend of the ghost keeper. He who spoke to the raven. (knock off crow) He who wore no facade and proudly shared his angry countenance and spirit with the world. I'll play low grainy recordings of his late night discussions on the death of an empire and the satanic weasels always chewing at its infrastructure.
When the smoke has cleared and we burrow out of our hole smelling like freezed dried coffee sardines and weed, I will proudly lead my people to the place formerly called Washington. (not the one with the extra letters.) We will pay homage the the bringer of truth, the leader of many and followers of few. We shall pour some bunker hooch in the dirt of the garden for the unmasked, unstuck, angry homies that could not be there and we will be whole again.
Thanks again Mike.
One of your best drops to date!
funny you should mention..."Then get drunk, fall down, hit your head and discover a concussion." along with teenage house parties. Was just telling the daughters of how life went as a teenager in the early 80's which was a hunt every weekend for who's parents were out of town for a nice party; and had a few of those together back in the day that resulted in fall/hit head, one of which was a dead-straight, backwards fall onto my parents tile floor that to this don't know how it did not crack my skull
Anyhow, I am all in for these new national days in place of all the other stupid ones we have now:
National Fuck Off World Economic Forum Day. National Fuck You Covid 19 Vaccine Day. National Fuck Off Mask Wearer Day. National Fuck You Build Back Better Day. National Generate Rage Day. National I Need A Beer Day.
where do we sign?