I have become complacent.
I have become redundant.
I live in an age when I’m told all things are possible, yet I have become powerless to an extent that horrifies me.
I behold things that beggar belief and wonder how it has come to pass.
I am at a loss to explain why I (and by extension we all) have become what we have become. Motorcyclists, once the living paradigm of pure rebelliousness and the kind of free-spirited madness that should – and once did – crown all of humanity, have become, slaves, lick-spittles and curs; conduits for government lies and blithe accomplices in the destruction of their rights and freedoms.
I have failed as a motorcyclist, for I have become what I despise.
I see, and do nothing, not a single damn fucking thing, about far too many things.
I accept a government that treats me with utter and malicious contempt.
I accept a police force that demands my instant and total subjugation.
I accept a society that force-pumps sugar into its kids, making them sick and insane, and prefers to drug them because it’s easier than not feeding them shit.
I accept a media that openly and eagerly lies to me and imagines I have the wit of a moron.
I accept that Australia finds TV shows about cooking and house renovations to be the very apex of entertainment.
I accept that I am not able to buy a double-shot of whiskey in a licenced establishment. And I accept that a child will make that call for me.
I accept that crimes against humanity are committed in my name, and entirely with my knowledge.
I accept that respectable people still offer their children up for rape and brainwashing in the name of a Bronze Age god and still demand (and get) social respect for their beliefs.
I accept that being a man is no longer acceptable, and that our children are being taught almost exclusively by women, and the mere word of a woman, as opposed to actual evidence, is enough to have me charged with rape or assault.
I accept that I am to live out my final years (or hopefully months) in a stinking facility being subjected to the random cruelty and negligence of its employees.
And I accept that all things can and are justified and then implemented in the name of the greatest and cruelest of lies – the lie of the public interest.
I accept all of these things and I am disgusted with myself.
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Boris is a writer who has contributed to many magazines and websites over the years, edited a couple of those things as well, and written a few books. But his most important contribution is pissing people off. He feels this is his calling in life and something he takes seriously. He also enjoys whiskey, whisky and the way girls dance on tables. And riding motorcycles. He's pretty keen on that, too.