Trigger warning! The Following may contain references to sensible grown ups!
from John Langley, Bristol based author of 4 star rated 'The Sexual Philanthropist' - published on Amazon.
Trigger warning! The following may contain references to sensible grown-ups!
I would say don't get me started, but as I have I might as well continue.
You see, for a supposedly evolving species -and I use the term 'evolving'
advisedly, more often than not I have cause to believe our species are
reversing back towards total retardedness, whereby all and sundry will
be making monkey noises again and resorting to the type of behaviour that
causes our long-forgotten, primal instincts of hunting, gathering, and preening
one another to kick in.
From a nation of stoic and robust citizens who would shrug off any minor
irritation caused by another, and turn a blind eye to anything we didn't
particularly like, while understanding and appreciating the fact that we are
not all the same and tastes in everything differ from person to person,
we have descended into a cataclysmic, verging on apocalyptical society
of neurotic wrecks whose emotional backbones are rapidly decaying into
a powder of human existence.
In fact, we are so incapable of understanding, let alone containing our
emotions that 'trigger warnings' have to be applied to just about everything
we consume, in one way, or another. Such is the likelihood of someone so
emotionally incontinent that they then create a litigious claim for hurt feelings,
something called 'trauma' - or possibly even injury to themselves by being a
total numpty that should be placed in a straightjacket for their own
safety and everyone else's sanity, labels have to be applied everywhere and anywhere
people exist.
I think I’ve already referred to this in a previous blog, and if I have, well tough. I'm only mentioning it now due to the number of trigger warnings, which, by the way, appear to be getting longer, and longer, and longer every time I choose to view a programme on Netflix. Such as, the following programme may contain 'smoking'. Well, call in the anti-smoking squad with immediate effect as 50,000 people will suddenly rush to their nearest corner shop for twenty fags. Unless of course, you happen to be a USA-based reader of this blog, in which case, the outcome of such an event will unsurprisingly be entirely different for you. So, good luck, and, I sincerely hope you don't become the butt end of my satire. And, if by chance you do, don't blame me.
By now, of course, there will be idiots somewhere, who, almost foaming at the mouth will be reaching for their phones to report me for whatever a hate crime constitutes in their minuscule, retarded mind because I dared refer to the term 'fags'.
Oh, deary, dear. So, arrest me now under the ‘Prevention of Satire Act’, as I freely accept my guilt. You mean there ISN'T such an act? Well then, it looks like I've got away with it again. Lifes's just a bitch, isn't it? Am I allowed to say bitch nowadays? Probably not, as there will be bitches somewhere out there taking offense right now. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars there's no such thing as the 'thought police' either, or by now I'd be serving more life sentences than there are stars in the universe.