An arsehole and shitholes

Trulk

A syncretic little troll-like fetish standing in for a real human being — appar­ently artic­u­lating fears and frustra­tions but actually a tacky bit of posable plastic shit pedalled as a panacea, masquer­ading as myth — all impotent roar and fury signi­fying, doing, nothing … to change anything.
It’s there to prop up and perpetuate the staus quo — a silent but deadly war on the rest of us, robbing us, poisoning our dreams and our world … actually killing us.

Fuck off back to whatever shithole you came from — I don’t mean the US, more the imaginary aryan nation of daddy’s German American Bund — you aren’t welcome here.
After all, I hail from, officially, the mental health shithole of this country — let’s hear it for Stockport and shitholes every­where!

The sad and fright­ening thing is that this crappy Trulk might just as well be the raging Id of our own national psyche too.

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