Reflections on farts, and on books and on books that fart.

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Reflections on farts, and on books and on books that fart.
(ALL FRIENDS AND RELATIVES PLEASE READ AND ADVISE!)
Presented in the dullest format possible to keep the dullards from bothering to read.
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Have you ever taken a beating, either (figuratively or actually) and thought?
“I made my point”, “This pavement is really comfortable now.”
Then some fading voice screams “stay down”
And then against all your actual wishes, you then felt you ‘had’ to get up again?
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I recently had my SJW style blog, http://www.lombot.co.uk/ condemned by Fartbook
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On the one hand, after 3 years of hard work, I am just starting to make a tiny bit of money for the first time.
Enough that maybe, I might be able to come off benefits next year.
I could just write things such as “game reviews” and sell a few bits of art and make the same as minimum wage, by then.
But on the other…
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…All the hard stuff, like the writing and researching, are all already done!
Cutting and pasting to a new blog, fake social media ID’s, even new IP’s are all workaround options.
Then again hear the distant voice of possible comfort calling…
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I am a middle-aged white man,
“I’m alright Jack!”
I worked dam hard on this stuff on for over 3 years.
Sure, it is not in the same league as a protesting monk setting themselves on fire in China.
But I could still argue that I have “done my bit”
No one told me this stuff was my fight.
People constantly quit all the time!
Hell, I myself, have quit my more diet and exercise regimes than I can count!
It is not as if I did not start fighting, already knowing that all the effort of constant raging and ranting was totally futile!
(Plus, I am starting to suspect I am more interested in the fight rather than the cause.)
(I am starting to worry that if the liberals instead of the pseudo-Nazis of the world were winning that I would change sides!)
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But then there is this other voice.
The one that hisses,
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“You are proving me right, quitter!”
“You are being lazy, again!”
“You are being a moral coward!”
(And “if” this whisper is some manifestation of any higher power then it can fuck off! I am the one stuck down here not them!)
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I could stay down?
The pavement is seeming real comfortable right now!
The decider is if some far off voice shouts “good riddance” “serves you right” or the equivalent of “stay down” or not!
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Because “if” hear that voice, every fibre of my being will demand I get up again!
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