Nobody wants me to be wrong more than me. If I were wrong as people claim I am, maybe I’d be able to wind up this account and go home? Maybe I’d be able to spend less time @thetinmen, and more time, well, living my life? Maybe I could walk my dog more? Maybe I could go to the park with my girlfriend? Perhaps I’d have more time doing my actual job? Or I could do nothing at all? I know I would be richer in money, time, and probably happiness too. But here I am, making content, as always. I’m being honest. I want someone to say to me the right combination of words, so that the thing I “don’t understand” suddenly appears, those stubborn cogs finally click into place and I realise… I’ve been a very, very, stupid boy. Then I will realise, all those who fill up my dms with their slurs were right; and all their tears, tantrums, and feeble threats were not in vain. That the mountains of research I’ve gathered over the years, well, it is nothing better than cheap toilet paper. And the academics and experts I’ve befriended during that journey, are all mere grifters. The triumphant foot of those who consider me their enemy, finally squashes down upon my sternum, as I wheeze and beg for mercy. But I despair, as if such a thing were to happen, it surely would have done so by now. So I keep going, until something changes. Maybe there’ll be an endorsement, or support from a newspaper, celebrity, or media outlet? But no. So I throw up another post, yet again shocking in its revelations. And again. And again. And again. And I wonder who will give out first – me or those yelling, with their fingers stuffed into their ears? But the camel onto whose back I have carefully pilled a mountain of straws looks strong; it’s legs are sturdy, and its face is blank. I’m impressed. So I ask– when will the camel’s back finally break? Now, tomorrow, the week after, or never? 🐪 ~ Images by Jakob Owens, Yana Yuzvenko, Michael Shannon, Stephen Louis, Jassim Shanavas, Joakim Lesne. Sources CDC DV stats

2023-07-15