Hostipal

Hospitals bring together people across the emotional spectrum. Whether you are a self professed eMpaTh or if you struggle to believe that other people are real, in a hospital, presented with all that suffering, everyone agrees that no one wants to look at this shit.

As hospitals are currently going through a peak period of horrible awfulness, hospital staff are trying to keep us punters updated, anonymously writing brutal accounts of what lies in wait for anyone who so much as sprains a finger. A hospital is no place to be at the best of times. Oh sure, you can tell yourself, “I'm receiving the best care. The people looking after me are admirable. They are doing a great job. Yay for them.” But once you're out of there, you put that stink labyrinth in your rearview mirror, pedal to the metal.

No one is regularly visiting a hospital just to give flowers to the lovely staff, who in 2022 are hallucinating, sleep deprived and barely remember who they once were.

Why this is happen? Is it because we don't live under socialism? I do know a government has never made an announcement that made me reckon, “Yeah, yeah. On some level, I was involved in the decision making process. I feel that I have been listened to. My grievances have been taken into account and yes, even some of my good ideas have been heard and put into effect.” No, you and I live in a world where that sounds like science fiction.

Under our system of not socialism- and by the way, I'm more of an anarchist really, so my belief is that any kind of a hierarchical system is a recipe for bone chilling terror. Anyway, let me talk about socialism. Under our Not Socialist system the only task of government is to run into the ground the systems that have been paid for with our tax money, to prove the point that government is a terrible way to run a nation and that like fully really smart, ferociously thrusting, extremely insane businessmen should run the show. Innovators. Disruptors. Parasites.

The role of government is to devolve responsibility to the parasites that will consume our dead bodies when we have died of death out of pure exhaustion at trying to properly celebrate what a great system we are subjected to. Australia is such a fantastic example of a parasite world. We have a queen! Her Majesty The Queen is a real person and she is our literal, actual Queen. One more time, there is a Queen. You live and I live in a Queen world. People thought Game of Thrones ended badly, how do you think, looking at our hospitals, this amazing mountain of toothless skulls, no wait, that’s a nursing home, how do you see this wrapping up?

In many parts of the world, people know what's going on and they act accordingly. Freedom fighters, people's movements, grassroots struggle, there's all sorts of stuff going on out there. Sadly, it sometimes seems our job here is to keep each other's spirits up while we wait for enough social life support to collapse to usher in a vibrant and super fucked time of change.

When this pandemic got real, I suppose a lot of us felt that this would be a golden opportunity for people power to get organized. Well, it turns out that the loose fleshed dead people in charge had a lot of the same ideas. You might say, “Yes! And they have all the resources”, to which I would reply, “We are the resources.” Don’t we own ourselves? Or is that science fiction?

It’s infuriating to talk to champs who are very skeptical that people should have some sort of direct communication with each other along the lines of, “Let’s get together and be in charge”. It’s aggravating to chat with a person who doesn't believe humans are intelligent enough to run their own society. When you're having a natter with these unbelievable folks you'll find yourself saying, “Well, yeah, nothing's gonna change with your attitude, tiger.” But to these heroes of inability and inertia, it’s not enough to believe nothing is possible, they also like to say, “Well, it just sounds to me like you want to tear everything down!” They mistake your clear sighted ability to see that everything is a pile of fucked shit for a morbid urge to watch a train wreck.

Whatever these people have to tell themselves is fair enough. If they would rather think horrible thoughts than imagine for even a second that perhaps we could try running our world, as opposed to running it into the ground? Fine. All I know is that I hope I don't wind up in a hospital that currently looks like the inside of these fucking idiots’ heads.

*fuck ah

drive your fucking car Oh my god.

(narrated while driving)