Last weekend Doll and I were on the road having a ball pretending to be a couple of icons of country music; basically, getting to play dress ups and sing-a-along.
And we bought our particular brand of joy, fun, magic and energy to a bunch of folks in Childers and Caloundra over three shows, recalling, and creating, lots of happy memories and making new friends.
Great Times!
I’d just want to add, if any of you dear readers ventured out to see us on stage, then ‘Thank You Very Much for Your Support!’
We never take your effort to come out and support live music for granted.
Now Back to Our Story
Anyway, when we’re out n’ about, we try to meet and greet as many people as time allows. Which means we’re exposed to a fairly wide group of humanity.
For the most part, these are fun loving souls with a passion for good music, good times, good food, a couple of drinks, laughter and a little escapism.
Basically, our kinda people!
But, occasionally, we’ll bump into, ‘the element’. Well, I do because, for some reason, I seem to attract these folk...
So, with a few hours to spare, I found myself in the company of a human being who, for some reason, wanted to tell me how Dezi Freeman, had been, ‘…set up by the Deep State and the police were sent to kill him in order to stop him spreading the truth’.
I asked who Dezi Freeman was.
“The bloke who shot those cops in Victoria mate!”
Ah, that Dezi Freeman.
I how recalled Dezi had got himself into a fairly big pickle last year after publicly posting his views online about exterminating politicians, shooting police and other, less than patriotic, traitors.
His views quickly got the undivided attention of ‘certain authorities.’
When a team of police went to see him, Dezi shot and killed two officers then went on the run for nearly nine months before dying in a shootout with police in March.
“Well, cops take a real dim view of showoffs with guns,” I said, while glancing about for an escape route.
“Stop watching mainstream news mate! That’s where truth goes to die!” he scoffed.
I hadn’t watched mainstream news since the Morrison government era for pretty much that reason.
“I’m glad I’ve got YouTube, because Sky News has gone woke!” he added.
Once my brain had replayed this statement, then triple checked with my ears I’d heard it correctly, I started laughing.
He was not laughing.
Sigh. He was one of ‘those’… a Cooker.
Cooking With Peanut Oil
For those of you wondering what a ‘Cooker’ is, they are a loose amalgamation of the tin foil hat wearing, QAnon, 5G and vaccination panic merchants, chemtrail poisoning, Sovereign Citizen, conspiracy theorists who seem to know enough about medicine, physics or ancient/irrelevant laws to disconnect themselves from legal or social, reality.
They believe ‘The Deep State’ is run by, among other things, aliens, alien lizard people disguised as career politicians along with Big Pharma, Big Finance, Big Tech, Big Ag, and Big Whatever or perhaps any combination of the usual suspects (insert your favourite here: Freemasons, Illuminati, the Pope, the Anti-Christ, the CIA, FBI, or local P&C committee, etc.)
Whoever it is, ‘they’ are masquerading as the ultimate middle management team who can’t be voted in or out and the only person who can save humanity from their diabolical schemes involving pedophile rings, random sex change operations on school children, rampant corruption, world domination, sharks with lasers and other nefarious deeds is… Prez Donny!
Also, for those of you playing at home, a Cooker in Australia is also used to refer to someone whose brain has been fried by drugs, as in: ‘Mate! You’re cooked ya mad bastard!
It’s pretty much the same thing, just a different substance.
Back to our Yarn…
While he ranted on, I pondered, ‘Why, for the love of Odin, do these people think someone dressed like 1970’s Kenny Rogers (who happens to be having a really bad hair day) is one of them, or even remotely interested in their talking points?!’
I toyed with dropping a fistful of fun facts into the chat, but couldn’t get a single word in. BTW: if you know me, you’ll realise how gob stopping that comment really is!
A few minutes into, what I’ll laughingly call, our ‘discussion’, I realised old mate was playing Go Fish in a poker tournament and half the deck was missing.
Clearly, the gap between us was so canyon-esque I decided to show him some:
Look, life is far too short to waste precious time and energy having these sorts of discussions. There’s enough actual stuff out there to get all het up about, we really don’t need to add more dubious conspiracies onto the pile.
And even if they are right, what the hell can we actually do about it?! I couldn’t get my children to keep their rooms clean, let alone take on the Lizard People barehanded.
And, ‘Donny The Saviour’, is practically getting away with murder in plain sight (and some pretty breathtaking grifts) and I’m not hearing a single peep from the peanut gallery who helped put him power and continue to believe his wild announcements, accusations, excuses, or lack thereof.
Honestly, I can’t stop him, but I can make fun of him and I can educate my family or anyone who’s interested in how to survive this current political storm but I’m not going to form a hate group and arm up like it’s time for the Zombie Apocalypse.
Violence people, is NEVER the answer in the long run.
Anyway, I had to get ready for the next show, so it was time to ‘Do A Kenny’, i.e.: ‘you don’t have to fight to be a man’, and ‘you gotta know when to hold ‘em, and know when to fold ‘em’.
So, I folded my cards and walked away as he blustered on to an uncaring world.
Folks, if I am going to play the game, then it’s going to be dress ups, sing-a-longs and bring joy, good vibes and great memories to anyone wanting to have a wonderful time for a few hours of their lives.
And if this makes our world a slightly less anxious place, then that’s the ace I’m definitely going to stuff up my sleeve.
It might not be much, but it’s better than having two hands juggling fistfuls of spurious conspiracy theories, a crumpled Joker and a Get Out of Jail Free Card.
Cheers,
Gb