My Thoughts
An Orwellian ill wind is ablowin’ across the land; you can see it, taste it, touch it, but beware! Like acid it blinds the eye, dulls the tongue, numbs the hand and stills the tell-tale heart. Some may rightly claim this “hate” speech because it speaks of disturbing, unpleasant truths, truths still true no matter how much you demand them not. You can mask yourself against the bitter blow or stay the distance as prescribed, the insouciant wind cares not a whit for such feeble nonsense.