The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters, Fransico Goya
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The ‘Joker’ is a tortured soul?
This is REALLY bad.
He looks really afraid and bewildered — no doubt heavily medicated — to me? There’s something in his ‘ness’? He doesn’t know what’s going on anymore than the rest of us? He’s broken?
The ‘monster’ show isn’t materialising for me, yet again. Vilifying this young man will not serve us well. No. Not at all. He needs help. We need help. This is a monstrous scenario. Our society — all of us — are implicated here. We’d best step-up.
Maybe there are few real ‘monsters’, only monstrous scenarios? What if they’re all just sad, pathetic, broken people? Broken beyond reason, comprehension?
Who broke them so badly? Who? What? Where? When? Why? How?
F**k.
The help being offered many is no help at at all, Batman? Someone should have seen this coming? It would seem those who did stood idly by?
!¡!THWAP!¡!
They chose to do nothing. Then said, “Oh, we knew something was wrong.” They let him down. They let us down. They let everyone die. Don’t make he same choice they made. If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. Don’t be indifferent. It doesn’t look good on you, baby…
And… Everyone is destroyed. Just. Like. That.
The victims. The kid. The psychiatrist. Their communities… The Batman. It’s ripples reverberate ever outward. All because no one acted to help the boy. Maybe they even helped push him over the edge? I dunno? I think someone, something did.
The sleep of reason produces monsters. Let us try to understand this boy, this tragedy as best we can. Try to heal it and each other. Lest we become the monsters we fear so ourselves.
We can do better than this. We must.
Sleepers just stop sleepin’…
We’re burning daylight.
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Dizzy yet? 