Terrorists of Death

 People who work in hospitals have been having an extremely bad time for two years with no let up. Healthcare workers are quitting, they’re walking away, but some who are completely burnt out are staying and their reasoning is that if they leave, people will die. This is tragic logic. If enough workers in hospitals stopped turning up to do their job, things would have to change, but good people insist on taking the weight of the world on their shoulders. Which means the world can’t change. This is being alive in a right wing world.

Good people are the one thing putting off the collapse of a terrible world that deserves to die. Good people need to take themselves a bit less seriously and start thinking about what would happen if they walked away and allowed health systems to collapse properly.

The current system is abusive of workers. It’s no secret that healthcare workers work ridiculous shifts, are put under insane pressure and this is done to them because they are either altruistic or simply terrified of having their life derailed by a poor report card. I have mates who work in hospitals and I can’t be fucked asking them if this is true because that is too much like work for a piece of writing I am dictating while I look for surfable waves, the only thing I care about until you people get it together to storm Parliament.

Teachers and nurses, these are people who are expected to be self sacrificing. In the case of teachers, well, I always had a bad time in school and I’m really not the right guy to ask about whether schools should exist or not. I suppose if there were no schools parents wouldn’t be able to devote their entire life to work? That’s a worry. Without work most folks would wander the streets, forming big unproductive clumps of people, like baby wipe mountains in a sewer. Finally those giant truck cars with bullbars would be useful for something.

Work is an interesting concept, isn’t it? Apparently, an adult human does not possess the character, does not have the substance, is not deep enough, is too much of a flibbertigibbet, a flake, a loser and a dipshit to maintain consciousness without a job to keep their brain cells ticking over. Yep, the average person must be provided with busy work to keep them out of trouble. Programmed to do this (sorry, too busy relaxing to find a better word) they will give everything for the cause and the cause, the mission is that we must never expose the health system, or any systems to the proper scrutiny that comes with failure. No one must ever know that this whole shit would collapse if it wasn’t for people killing themselves to do their job.

Thankless tasks are interesting. Most people’s lives are filled with thankless tasks. It’s a thankless world, because it’s not just altruism or fear that keeps people at the shit jobs they should walk away from for their own sanity, it’s also the fucked up stoicism that is massaged into children’s heads by the boredom of the school experience.

It feels like every second person I know is struggling with some kind of mental illness, depression, anxiety, free floating, generalized, bad vibes, usually amounting to self loathing and where is that self hatred coming from? It comes from a very particular burden, the self imposed expectation that you should measure up, you should pull your weight. Friends, I’d rather pull my sex penis.

I’ve been wondering what it would be like if I knew ahead of time the day of my death. How great would that be? In the days, weeks and months leading up to your death day you’d wander around in a state of enlightenment, rosy cheeks flushed with the hope of world peace, committing every terrorist attack you’ve ever fantasized about over your decades of observing this truly awful world. Blowing up buildings, triggering car bombs, assassinating politicians and businessmen, just having the time of your life, living the dream and if the police come for you, with a twinkle in your eye, triggering your suicide vest and going up to meet all your cool friends who get it.

I’d do nursing homes first, no one in those places is having a good time.