Hi Dad!
I trust the events of today will unfold better than those of yesterday. Well, I’m only a partial orphan – as my mother is still alive and well – at least the last time I checked. You see, for the workers – humour is all we have to meet the very real power of the bourgeoisie. They can use their smoke and mirrors to keep many in a state of religious delusion (“Do not look at the man behind the curtain”) – but in the end there is a body created through congress, a life that might be short or long, and the demise of that body as its biological mechanisms finally shut-down. Inbetween can be all sorts of intrigues and dramas. My Dad (you) became famous (locally) through “waving” of all activities. Imagine that. The local and national media all tried to exploit what you were doing for money – only their money – never anything for you – my Dad – but you stood firm and rejected their approaches. Even the far-right tried to have ago – pretending you said this or said that – apparently unaware that half of your family are “Hakka-Chinese” (many of the current staff-members of Hadleigh Court – the care home that evicted you – are members of the far-right and punished you for not supporting their twisted ideas). This fact, once it became known, holed that far-right beneath the water-line and it never recovered. I knew what you think – but you never openly spoke about politics – and yet there are numerous utterances that somehow you mysteriously always managed to align with their (often nefarious) viewpoints. The far-left kept its distance from you – viewing you as a product of bourgeois excess – how wrong they were! My father was NOT religious – but you WERE spiritual. Quite a contradiction for the small-minded. Whatever the case, you fought against the capitalists on my behalf when I was a child, a youth, and an adult. I stood with you when I grew-up and was able. I know continue this fight. My Dad knew what’s what. There’s no fancy funerals or burials for the likes of us. We do our duty by taking our place in the line – and when our bodies fall – they can be rolled into the communal grave with all the other noble souls. Thank you Dad for protecting and guiding me – I will now take your place in the line!
Peace & Love – Adrian
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