Poem: Dead Behind The SSRI's
The Pig Farmer has Maximus, and will feed him to the boars
You're a little messed up mate, wrong in the head You can't make babies, you've never bled Your name isn't Lucilla, you're not a Donna Bella Your name is Maximus and you're a sword swinging fella SSRI's from psychiatrists for hire Are interrupting your natural sexual desire The more conservative are less likely to take The mind bending drugs from those on the make Obsessive self indulgence, they're less likely to feel As they relax, and give Jesus the wheel While Progressive Liberals with no foundation Are far more likely to wander off the reservation It’s not Serotonin deficiency ruining your mind It's Narcissistic introspection that's leaving you blind But don’t worry, the scientists are in town To help turn that frown upside down Your Big Pharma friend will slice and dice The minds of man who don't think twice They'll cause your disorder, then give it a name As they are the hunters and you are fair game You're Gender Dysphoric now, and rattling with pills A sorry indictment of society's ills The surgeon's scalpel, sharp and ready Will cut you up like a voodoo teddy The Frankenstein clones, one and all Will ensure Cinderella goes to the ball While sipping chianti, they'll carve at your brain As the Pig Farmer rapes you, again, and again, and again
I have just been listening to the latest Planet Waves show, hosted by the marvelous Eric Coppoliino. It was actually one of the best 3 hours of talk radio that I have heard for as long as I can remember. On the agenda were those who refuse to even consider that viruses don’t exist, James Lindsay explaining collectivism, Mark Bailey discussing his latest book, and finally (the last 40 minutes) discussing how the minds of a large portion of the western world (though worse in the US) are being transformed (fucked up) by SSRI’s which are potentially responsible for the mass outbreak of “Gender Dysphoria”, which, as you can probably figure, formed the inspiration for the above poem.
That was a chilling Eric Coppolino episode.
"They want to "silence us", Sicilian style?" Oh my.
I ordered the Baileys' The Final Pandemic book Saturday morning on Am-A-Zod, at Tom Cowan's suggestion.
Our population has been poisoned: Spiritually, Physically, and Mentally. I don't think I'll see us come back from this in my lifetime. Buckle up, we are in for one hell of a dystopian ride. Sigh.