BLOWJOB AND DISTANCE CORRELATION

 

What do you know about luck?

I bet you have some experience.

Also I bet that it is not so extreme as it is my one.

Yes, I know! I know!

It is not a competition!

And yet…

Imagine a country, a very little country. Something liiikeee…. errr….8 mln people squeezed in one-hand land?

And imagine the state of mind everyone had at this moment.

After years of 100% employment, now the population finds out that there is another condition, called unemployment.

We all thought that this could happen only in America. We saw a decent number of films showing the opposite of the famous American dream – homeless people, poverty, misery.

Moreover, this is, because of a very strong element of their economical system, the unemployment.

All fat books and big financial brains say that the unemployment is regulated component. Which races the question if they can regulate it, then they can stop it for good, am I right?

Who on Earth will want poverty? Even if it is a regulated one.

On the other hand, the unemployment (i.e. emotional, physical and mental poverty) is a tool to make the employed feel superior and support the system as it is. Therefore the superior employed will support their system Designers and The System Designers will feel even more superior. Then they will create more unemployment and then they will feel more constructive (i.e. mental, emotional, physical richness).

Luckily, I am not a conspiracy theorist and I am not going into this chatter.

I will promptly stick to my story.

It is a story of fear. Fear of unemployment.

When you know that 100% employment exists, then even 1% of unemployment is a big thing.

And when the 1% jumps to 60%, then we speak about real life drama.

Drama in any aspect of life.

I felt it in its full power.

The fear of unemployment was covered with disappointment and strong feeling of injustice.

Most of the time the reasons to fire people were false, so made up that even the justice system felt blocked.

That was the reason the law base had to be changed accordingly.

Which made sacking people much  easier and secure.

I was fired too. Two times.  With absolutely no reason. Only with the precious help of my colleagues, who wanted me as a sacrificial lamp. ’ It is better him/her than me’ was a self-motto on a national level.

After the second time my luck kicked of.

It was the apogee of poverty in the country. Hyperinflation, hunger, organised crime took over and people were committing suicide more often than giving a birth.

I was hired.

I was hired with an amazing salary and many other bonuses.

It was a dream job.

And the truth is that I did nothing to deserve it.

It was a pure coincident which put me on the top of the food chain.

Then I did everything I could to keep myself there.

Because, I had a child.

As a single mother, I had to take care of this little precious thing in my life.

I worked more than hard to keep myself liked and bring warmth, food and all necessities at home.

Soon, when the basics were covered we could afford even more.

We started being pretentious about what, when and how.

We built a status.

All it happened when the rest of the population was dying.

Don’t you think that I am lucky?

Yes, you do.

This is a massive and dramatic example of how luck works.

But then.

THEN the horror fell down on our heads.

The Blowjob was performed and the world squatted at once.

Financial markets collapsed, governments were in panic.

Inflation knocked on may country borders.

Only because, Monica relived Someone’s stress. A big someone.

A man with an ugly face and ugly mind.

One of the designers. One of these who use their power to decide on our behalf. One of these superiors who’s family and human values cost one blowjob.

Bill Clinton.

(Is Bill coming from William? Why not Willy then? … just askin’ )

The World’s Most Famous Blowjob put in danger my daughter’s existence.

My lovely girl will be hungry, living on the streets of a corrupt country and I will have nothing else, but a hand to pat her on the shoulder and telling her ‘Don’t worry, darling! All will be good’

Terrible thoughts, right?

But the most terrible was the question, what is my relation with a blowjob, performed by someone I never met to a man who can’t keep his willy in the pants and both of them beo#ing in a room based a few thousand kilometres far from my precious home?