Originally Posted by
Bob W
I have recently been asked a series of profound questions. They prompted me to embark upon a life-altering quest for deep-seated answers. In searching out my own truths, I have inadvertently obtained a newly felt compassion for those less fortunate than myself. My broadened horizons have, however, produced some unfortunately sad questions of my own. With my eyes freshly opened, I find myself wondering what life must be like for them.
Is it dark and damp in the seedy apartment or dilapidated hotel room in which they are forced to live?
Do they struggle to participate here and read their Obamaphones under the dim light afforded by a single incandescent bulb suspended by an extension cord?
Is the food they can prepare on a hotplate adequately nourishing to provide attentive brain function?
Do they find it difficult to obtain worthwhile employment, forced to register as sex offenders, or is a new and more liberal society more forgiving and allowing of minimum wage jobs?
Has the current administration cut mental health funding to the point they cannot obtain their desperately needed medications? And if so, is there no parole officer or court appointed psychiatrist or even welfare worker who has noticed the profound change in their personalities?
Having been rejected from the military due to their psych eval, criminal records or gross physical disfigurements, or claiming no military association, have they acquired an unusual fascination with the military vernacular of the brotherhood that excludes them so viciously? Or have they accepted in some way their ostracizing is of their own making?
Do they speak of themselves in the third person or develop several different identities as in multiple personality disorder?
Do they envision a delusional past with imagined happy family relationships or confront the abusive and neglected histories which are probably to blame for their dismal existence?
Will they actually publish their manifesto before they lose their grasp on the last threads of reality so that an authority will notice and save us from the heinous act they must undoubtedly eventually perpetrate?
Or will the good Lord be merciful and allow them a quiet suicide with insignificant effect on their surroundings?
These and oh, so many more unanswered questions now haunt my very being.