“The story of The Three Little Pigs. The original, brutally honest version. The version told before our society was feminized with a bunch of fantasies.
It’s not a feel good story, but a cautionary tale about reality. Don’t plan ahead, don’t be smart, don’t work hard, don’t lay a lasting foundation for your life, and you get eaten when the time comes.
Many individuals will suffer and die. It seems inevitable by now. It’s unfortunate for those clueless or lazy individuals in a certain sense, but it will be a blessed purging for the sake of society, a society grown fetid and bloated with riffraff of boundless sloth and stupidity.”
So everyone who didn’t get a house with a yard suitable for farming and raising chickens is guilty of not working hard, not planning ahead, not being “smart”?
Blanket generalizations necessarily have plenty of exceptions . . .
Nevertheless . . . there is a shocking amount of seemingly willful blindness in our culture in the face of
brazenly screaming neon lit warnings of unprecedented devastations not that far ahead.