Life is Beautiful with Choices of Otherness - A Political Satire on Vaccination and Beyond
Life is Beautiful with Choices of Otherness
Life is Beautiful with Choices of Otherness
I took it for real so I asked.
“Wait, I’m not getting it, a Trans-Vaccinated person is a person in reality who has been vaccinated or not been vaccinated?” evidently I was confused.
I posted the question to several groups on the social media.
One answered: “You dumb ass, just self-identify yourself as vaccinated and called yourself a trans-vaxxed!
Another patiently explains, “you don’t need to take the actual jab, just “believe” that you are jabbed, so you can identify yourself as Trans-vaxxed, like transgenders😅”
“… I see,” bitterly astonished, I try to sum up.
“So a trans-vaccinated person didn’t actually take the jab, and as a choice he identified himself as such and have his government documentations properly corrected to reflect just that. That’s just terrific.”
“Can one actually get by with this?”
I continued with my curiosity, “I mean if I go into a restaurant or attending a concert, and tell them that I’m a Trans-Vaccinated, will they let me in?”
Came a teaser, “why not? if you identify yourself as a transgender, you can legally use girl’s bathroom and locker room and join women’ basketball team. You can play women’s boxing matches and beat the hell out of women boxers even crack their skulls.”
“Ahh, I’m wondering what happens if I tell my employer that I’m a Trans-Vaccinated, will my employer accept that and allow me to work among the actual vaccinated employees?” I continued.
No answer for whole the afternoon.
(A video is inserted, see it in the Wordpress link below)
Then came one stern warning, “look, you’d better watch out! Remember, the last card the progressive leftists will play is to label the unvaccinated peoples as “racists”, just like they did many times before, despite you are colored.”
“How incredulous?” I kept on anticipation, imagining how government IDs and papers shall be properly amended.
What a sweet idea! I’ve got to admit it. It solves the problem under the eyelid, and blows a BIG wet kiss to the democratic ideal. The born of a Trans-Vaxxed into being befits the very core of what our extreme leftists embrace, and it’s plain beautiful and sure will work. A new comer on the raise, joining an already diversified and fascinating team of everything goes; a great moment in history, nothing less than remaking of it; with common goals reaffirmed, they hugged each others and march off a unified path. At least they’re not going to get down to your pants to verify it. Did they go down to your pants to see if you’re a man identified as a woman or vice versa? No, not going to be like that. They’re not going to blow your cover. They look for those who lashed out against the variety of otherness not otherness themselves. An inspection if any is inclined to be protective and deliberately blind and knows to turn away from B to blame W. How many times have they failed to identify an onion from a lettuce? “well, they’ve all got layers?” yes and what else? “basically two balls, one big and one small!” What about a duck from a goose? “well, they all have long necks and extending even longer when taking off.” Here we go!
Otherness is the single basic thread that had been woven into the fabric of our society, and similarities are there to hold them in place. Luckily for the first ever time a government, openly, proudly, profoundly, and purposely, promotes what we all agree to be the absolute “otherness”, over-shine conventions, transforming mainstream, setting up a new par. Needless to say for a Trans-Vaxxed, this couldn’t be a better time!
And don’t you worry about being paired with transgenders for being a Trans-vaxxed, don’t you worry about your straight manhood being tinned? It’s none-sense! After all you’re still who you are. You still can’t go to sleep without thinking about women (if you like women). You still fantasize in a no-tell scenario over a few of the same women. You still seek the same sexual gratification in ways you always know. You still have a selected few with whom you achieve sexual satisfaction and the relationships you’ve kept are safe and fertile. Gay men may mistaken you as one of theirs, they see you as a prospect for the chase, that is their self-deception, how silly had they read into that? only God knows, or maybe it’s their misbelieve that homosexuality is there within every men that had them frequently misguided. But you have to understand the underlying similarity here. They get a pump of courage from that misbelieve when comes to explore newer and fresher prospects; you get a pump of courage from reading her body language, her chart and her mind, and know that if a woman who is not ready or won’t agree today you’re quite sure that somewhere down the road she’s going to fall. There is NO difference when it comes to chasing the sweet times ahead us. Gay men look to conquer fresh and new prospects and wanting to gain satisfaction; straight men look for satisfaction and not wanting to be bothered; transgenders look for dashing flamboyance to speak of their identity; Trans-vaxxed looks for a legitimate avoidance of that magic portion that could ease away a headache. On an average weekday, when you walk off Broadway back into your company’s deep tall scraper and saw a Trans-Vaxxed happily doing errands and knew things had been okay.
No question the tactics is ter-rat-fik and is by far the best. It offers a great defense to the Democratic ideology, to behoove its considerateness, its fickleness and options oriented openness. I’ve literately pondered over the possibility to switch side, like my mom did it with a phone call. She wanted to gain a first-handed experience on how wonderful the American system works so she can tell her friends back home, one day while sitting at home, she felt the urge and picked up the phone and said I want to switch. She switched from Elephant to Donkey, or maybe from Donkey to Elephant, I no longer remember since years passed and when she and I talk on the phone, who the hell is going to ask about that? The clerk at the county office who answered her call might have asked why and must have been told of something so silly that no one would consider it pivotal for a switch. It was a time when nobody cares what party you belong to, neither anyone cares about the loud sticker on your windshield. The wildly grown rhododendrons stemming from the sidewalk generate more interests than what’s in your private garden. Its specie has aroused curiosity and neighbors argued about its origin pinned to some distant places I’ve never thought of. Oregon is terrific then, a terrific place to live, a terrific place to study, terrific air quality, terrific lawns to lay to read and to social. I only knew Oregon has been called a progressive state; I never knew by what implication progressive means. I remembered it was quiet, mysteriously quiet. But over the years it had been changed, went from being progressive to being agitating to being avant-guard and to become a Hell’s Kitchen for the BLM. Sure it got more vibes and vigorousness, which were absent from the years I spent there. Portland has lost its eco-friendly City of Rose peacefulness, part of the downtown has become rotten and smelly and it seems preferable to some to leave it like that. The governor of Oregon has made a daunting declaration about how your wealth will be handled, by that it went truly ahead of everyone, with only exception of a couple of others and leaving the most worried. I was a poor student back then, unable to afford the rent, I lived at home with my parents. I rode a bike to catch buses to school, my bike makes all sorts of noise except the bell; back in those days I could care less about my “coin purse” because my gain was little to zero. I was basically a happy idiot, I could stroll out from the campus on a rainy day and enjoyed roller skates along the Willamette River bank. Once upon observing a selection of films played at Bijou Art Cinema, a pseudo intellectual theater near U of O, I vaguely declared that Oregon lacks of politics. Years later I realized how wrong was I back then? A place of nostalgia never remains still. Like everything else that moves along, like myself, from a happy idiot schooled in Oregon to a somewhat vigilant conservative living in a blue state. Now in the middle of becoming middle aged, I couldn’t help but care more about the size of my growth and the efficiency of my productivity and how to maximize it wisely. A man who tries to complete his adulthood is a nerd, he is too centered on his own enhancement and not noticing situations in the surroundings had become shockingly wild, passing the conventional bounds.
Albeit indoctrination still seems unreal, it is no longer far and foreign and has been drawing close to us day by day. Establishments around the country had new sets of protocols created to remedy this lack of otherness. New in the game, they race to put up their interpretations.
A peach and a banana, a taro and a pineapple, celery with sun flower seeds; hard to find a good steak but choices on the menu had been up numbered. The buyers from the restaurants are told to widen their vision for otherness when making food purchases, the head of the purchasing is required to comply with this new policy, chefs are asked to go through trainings for “other tastes”, servers are given a new set of language when greeting the dining guests; dishwashers at the end of the day need to look at waste dumping as an issue of compliance to green economy circulation, busboys when clearing tables need to address political correctness despite puzzled guests, are we green today? The maî·tre d had exhibited some frustration over a matter and was fired and replaced by a sweet transgender person who, despite great difficulty from patrons struggling between Sir and Ma’am on initial visits, politely identified himself and situations at the door had become forever easy and cheerful; the vallet boy has shown a daunting maturity and political sharpness, despite dropping out of high school, was invited to speak of CRT at a local parents meeting and was given a standing ovation. The banquet manager who works on and off the property was instructed to screen invitees and check their affiliations to be sure no possible links to the Trump movement; everyone was asked to watch and ban masks bearing the word of Trump to be worn on and near the property. You see a true representation of garden happiness and ONE big family gardening diligently under one bright blue sky, all identified as willingly vaxxed, all supports the socialist agenda, all agrees that cooperative effort is the key to a future success, all plays a part in a society believed to triumph, all is willing to grow with it and claimed having advanced enormously.
Learned from his struggling math colleagues on headaches concerning ethno-no-right-answer-syndrome (ENRAS), a chemistry professor has made alternation to rules before the final. So long as traces of smoke can be seen on your faces, he told his students, your lab work is passed and credits are earned, and you don’t have to show up in class, just text me a selfie of your smoke-black face and be done with it! The students echoed with joy. Most smeared ink on faces and sent in selfies, others are more creative. One burned a store, another burned a car, yet another started a fire in a wooded area behind his parents house and smoked to death a family of boars. The fire extended to the neighbor’s property and became uncontrollable but that is another story and serves no place to justify what is right or what’s wrong.
The head of the literature department upon reviewing the year end progress happily declares that life is so beautiful with choices of otherness! “Don’t you agree?” he goes on, “and even more beautiful without word of criticism!” He turned to his students and began lecturing, “don’t write satires, don’t criticize, write poetries, soak yourself in poetries, just poetry, poetry and poetry!” Can’t seem to agree, an installation artist dawdling on literature for credits, says other wise, “satires don’t really have to be written, just throw the idea somewhere and someone out there will pick it up and do a show of it. The result is 100 times better than you can imagine.”
(End)
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#PoliticalSatire #Satire #Essay #otherness #Trans-vaxxed #trans-vaccinated #leftist #democratic #transgender #gay #straightmen
Life is Beautiful with Choices of Otherness
A Political Satire on Vaccination and Beyond
Life is Beautiful with Choices of Otherness
I took it for real so I asked.
“Wait, I’m not getting it, a Trans-Vaccinated person is a person in reality who has been vaccinated or not been vaccinated?” evidently I was confused.
I posted the question to several groups on the social media.
One answered: “You dumb ass, just self-identify yourself as vaccinated and called yourself a trans-vaxxed!
Another patiently explains, “you don’t need to take the actual jab, just “believe” that you are jabbed, so you can identify yourself as Trans-vaxxed, like transgenders😅”
“… I see,” bitterly astonished, I try to sum up.
“So a trans-vaccinated person didn’t actually take the jab, and as a choice he identified himself as such and have his government documentations properly corrected to reflect just that. That’s just terrific.”
“Can one actually get by with this?”
I continued with my curiosity, “I mean if I go into a restaurant or attending a concert, and tell them that I’m a Trans-Vaccinated, will they let me in?”
Came a teaser, “why not? if you identify yourself as a transgender, you can legally use girl’s bathroom and locker room and join women’ basketball team. You can play women’s boxing matches and beat the hell out of women boxers even crack their skulls.”
“Ahh, I’m wondering what happens if I tell my employer that I’m a Trans-Vaccinated, will my employer accept that and allow me to work among the actual vaccinated employees?” I continued.
No answer for whole the afternoon.
(A video is inserted, see it in the Wordpress link below)
Then came one stern warning, “look, you’d better watch out! Remember, the last card the progressive leftists will play is to label the unvaccinated peoples as “racists”, just like they did many times before, despite you are colored.”
“How incredulous?” I kept on anticipation, imagining how government IDs and papers shall be properly amended.
What a sweet idea! I’ve got to admit it. It solves the problem under the eyelid, and blows a BIG wet kiss to the democratic ideal. The born of a Trans-Vaxxed into being befits the very core of what our extreme leftists embrace, and it’s plain beautiful and sure will work. A new comer on the raise, joining an already diversified and fascinating team of everything goes; a great moment in history, nothing less than remaking of it; with common goals reaffirmed, they hugged each others and march off a unified path. At least they’re not going to get down to your pants to verify it. Did they go down to your pants to see if you’re a man identified as a woman or vice versa? No, not going to be like that. They’re not going to blow your cover. They look for those who lashed out against the variety of otherness not otherness themselves. An inspection if any is inclined to be protective and deliberately blind and knows to turn away from B to blame W. How many times have they failed to identify an onion from a lettuce? “well, they’ve all got layers?” yes and what else? “basically two balls, one big and one small!” What about a duck from a goose? “well, they all have long necks and extending even longer when taking off.” Here we go!
Otherness is the single basic thread that had been woven into the fabric of our society, and similarities are there to hold them in place. Luckily for the first ever time a government, openly, proudly, profoundly, and purposely, promotes what we all agree to be the absolute “otherness”, over-shine conventions, transforming mainstream, setting up a new par. Needless to say for a Trans-Vaxxed, this couldn’t be a better time!
And don’t you worry about being paired with transgenders for being a Trans-vaxxed, don’t you worry about your straight manhood being tinned? It’s none-sense! After all you’re still who you are. You still can’t go to sleep without thinking about women (if you like women). You still fantasize in a no-tell scenario over a few of the same women. You still seek the same sexual gratification in ways you always know. You still have a selected few with whom you achieve sexual satisfaction and the relationships you’ve kept are safe and fertile. Gay men may mistaken you as one of theirs, they see you as a prospect for the chase, that is their self-deception, how silly had they read into that? only God knows, or maybe it’s their misbelieve that homosexuality is there within every men that had them frequently misguided. But you have to understand the underlying similarity here. They get a pump of courage from that misbelieve when comes to explore newer and fresher prospects; you get a pump of courage from reading her body language, her chart and her mind, and know that if a woman who is not ready or won’t agree today you’re quite sure that somewhere down the road she’s going to fall. There is NO difference when it comes to chasing the sweet times ahead us. Gay men look to conquer fresh and new prospects and wanting to gain satisfaction; straight men look for satisfaction and not wanting to be bothered; transgenders look for dashing flamboyance to speak of their identity; Trans-vaxxed looks for a legitimate avoidance of that magic portion that could ease away a headache. On an average weekday, when you walk off Broadway back into your company’s deep tall scraper and saw a Trans-Vaxxed happily doing errands and knew things had been okay.
No question the tactics is ter-rat-fik and is by far the best. It offers a great defense to the Democratic ideology, to behoove its considerateness, its fickleness and options oriented openness. I’ve literately pondered over the possibility to switch side, like my mom did it with a phone call. She wanted to gain a first-handed experience on how wonderful the American system works so she can tell her friends back home, one day while sitting at home, she felt the urge and picked up the phone and said I want to switch. She switched from Elephant to Donkey, or maybe from Donkey to Elephant, I no longer remember since years passed and when she and I talk on the phone, who the hell is going to ask about that? The clerk at the county office who answered her call might have asked why and must have been told of something so silly that no one would consider it pivotal for a switch. It was a time when nobody cares what party you belong to, neither anyone cares about the loud sticker on your windshield. The wildly grown rhododendrons stemming from the sidewalk generate more interests than what’s in your private garden. Its specie has aroused curiosity and neighbors argued about its origin pinned to some distant places I’ve never thought of. Oregon is terrific then, a terrific place to live, a terrific place to study, terrific air quality, terrific lawns to lay to read and to social. I only knew Oregon has been called a progressive state; I never knew by what implication progressive means. I remembered it was quiet, mysteriously quiet. But over the years it had been changed, went from being progressive to being agitating to being avant-guard and to become a Hell’s Kitchen for the BLM. Sure it got more vibes and vigorousness, which were absent from the years I spent there. Portland has lost its eco-friendly City of Rose peacefulness, part of the downtown has become rotten and smelly and it seems preferable to some to leave it like that. The governor of Oregon has made a daunting declaration about how your wealth will be handled, by that it went truly ahead of everyone, with only exception of a couple of others and leaving the most worried. I was a poor student back then, unable to afford the rent, I lived at home with my parents. I rode a bike to catch buses to school, my bike makes all sorts of noise except the bell; back in those days I could care less about my “coin purse” because my gain was little to zero. I was basically a happy idiot, I could stroll out from the campus on a rainy day and enjoyed roller skates along the Willamette River bank. Once upon observing a selection of films played at Bijou Art Cinema, a pseudo intellectual theater near U of O, I vaguely declared that Oregon lacks of politics. Years later I realized how wrong was I back then? A place of nostalgia never remains still. Like everything else that moves along, like myself, from a happy idiot schooled in Oregon to a somewhat vigilant conservative living in a blue state. Now in the middle of becoming middle aged, I couldn’t help but care more about the size of my growth and the efficiency of my productivity and how to maximize it wisely. A man who tries to complete his adulthood is a nerd, he is too centered on his own enhancement and not noticing situations in the surroundings had become shockingly wild, passing the conventional bounds.
Albeit indoctrination still seems unreal, it is no longer far and foreign and has been drawing close to us day by day. Establishments around the country had new sets of protocols created to remedy this lack of otherness. New in the game, they race to put up their interpretations.
A peach and a banana, a taro and a pineapple, celery with sun flower seeds; hard to find a good steak but choices on the menu had been up numbered. The buyers from the restaurants are told to widen their vision for otherness when making food purchases, the head of the purchasing is required to comply with this new policy, chefs are asked to go through trainings for “other tastes”, servers are given a new set of language when greeting the dining guests; dishwashers at the end of the day need to look at waste dumping as an issue of compliance to green economy circulation, busboys when clearing tables need to address political correctness despite puzzled guests, are we green today? The maî·tre d had exhibited some frustration over a matter and was fired and replaced by a sweet transgender person who, despite great difficulty from patrons struggling between Sir and Ma’am on initial visits, politely identified himself and situations at the door had become forever easy and cheerful; the vallet boy has shown a daunting maturity and political sharpness, despite dropping out of high school, was invited to speak of CRT at a local parents meeting and was given a standing ovation. The banquet manager who works on and off the property was instructed to screen invitees and check their affiliations to be sure no possible links to the Trump movement; everyone was asked to watch and ban masks bearing the word of Trump to be worn on and near the property. You see a true representation of garden happiness and ONE big family gardening diligently under one bright blue sky, all identified as willingly vaxxed, all supports the socialist agenda, all agrees that cooperative effort is the key to a future success, all plays a part in a society believed to triumph, all is willing to grow with it and claimed having advanced enormously.
Learned from his struggling math colleagues on headaches concerning ethno-no-right-answer-syndrome (ENRAS), a chemistry professor has made alternation to rules before the final. So long as traces of smoke can be seen on your faces, he told his students, your lab work is passed and credits are earned, and you don’t have to show up in class, just text me a selfie of your smoke-black face and be done with it! The students echoed with joy. Most smeared ink on faces and sent in selfies, others are more creative. One burned a store, another burned a car, yet another started a fire in a wooded area behind his parents house and smoked to death a family of boars. The fire extended to the neighbor’s property and became uncontrollable but that is another story and serves no place to justify what is right or what’s wrong.
The head of the literature department upon reviewing the year end progress happily declares that life is so beautiful with choices of otherness! “Don’t you agree?” he goes on, “and even more beautiful without word of criticism!” He turned to his students and began lecturing, “don’t write satires, don’t criticize, write poetries, soak yourself in poetries, just poetry, poetry and poetry!” Can’t seem to agree, an installation artist dawdling on literature for credits, says other wise, “satires don’t really have to be written, just throw the idea somewhere and someone out there will pick it up and do a show of it. The result is 100 times better than you can imagine.”
(End)
All rights reserved by latewrite.
#PoliticalSatire #Satire #Essay #otherness #Trans-vaxxed #trans-vaccinated #leftist #democratic #transgender #gay #straightmen
Life is Beautiful with Choices of Otherness
A Political Satire on Vaccination and Beyond
