People are the strangest creatures. These past few months, I’ve learned that most do not appreciate it if you open your mouth, shout, and then take a bite. The shouting parting is OK, but biting? Nah, too much.
I do bite. I have to. My teeth ache to sink themselves into the fat calves of Mr Gas F. (short for Fracking) Gurgler, or the plump belly of Mrs Government S. (for Silent) Pussy. Not only because I want vindication, but also because they DESERVE to be punished, and my family and I do not. We’ve had it with the endless lies and we-can’t-help-you’s. Mother Earth is shaking, it is probably too late to stop her destruction, but we have to try. Wealth is NOT superior to health, and when Mother Earth gets sick, we all get sick.
Some people tell me it would be best to keep quiet, to accept the status quo or at least to stop fighting. “Shouting and biting is for toddlers, who haven’t learnt to control themselves,” an acquaintance admonished me the other day.
Yeah, right, so is telling a fib, soiling yourself and your crib, putting your fingers in your ears and singing, with an evil twinkling in your eye: “NANANANANA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”
Anyways, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is OK to bite down from time to time. My teeth love it. They flourish, actually. They’ve probably been waiting for this since I painted Flos Skeleton back in 2010 (now available in my store).
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Go. Go find the biggest bullies and take a bite. You have my permission. (Don’t swallow though. They’re poisonous.)