Some people are prisoners, some people are free; your prison can be esoteric – working for a pension is a form of imprisonment in my opinion.
Some people are happy with their prison, but others look up bitterly at what they do not have, rather than down to appreciate what they do have.
I don’t want to save the world for bitter prisoners trapped by their own life decisions!
I want them to rot in their own malign impotence.
What is my reason for this rant today?
My sweet wife offered a friend (so she thinks) some ivermectin – “the drug that must not be named” – as she has coronavirus.
This offer was thrown back in her face.
A simple “no thanks” would have sufficed.
This person is a prisoner! Have no doubt.
And certainly no friend.
