The Abandoned Dog

No one is listening but (((they))) keep barking

Sat at home I am disturbed by the sound of a distant dog’s continuous wail echoing throughout the valley of my neighbourhood. It is almost consistent, only broken when needing a desperate breath, loud enough to be annoying but not loud enough that I can’t continue my regular activities. I close the window and turn on the bluetooth speaker for the daily headlines from the KMG Show. An eccentric Canadian man driven out of the journalism industry keen to finally be himself and present a more truthful and humourous experience.

This distant dog, now having slightly changed its tune to a more drawn out bark, continues to plague the soundscape. Many western countries’ citizens have now reached a plateau of wealth which grants them the ability to selectively breed and hijack a dog to be a family companion. A dog is a symbol of decadence, with the instagram age leading to more demands on the aesthetic selection process of a new dog for the family, or on the other extreme, opting to select out of virtue, a ‘rescue dog’, ultimately so they can boast to their friends and relatives about how nice they are for selecting not only an aesthetic “cute” puppy, but one that “needed a home”. Fancy that, taking care of the homeless, selective breeding Brave New World style AND fulfulling their ESG score requirements. All this awaits us with its insufferable and unstoppable permeation into what will likely be a future of transhumanist Huxleyism. The dogpill is the preview.

Now whether this currently abandoned howling mutt is either of these is indeterminable and unnecessary to know, it could have possibly even been chosen by a note delivered in a bunch of suitcases overnight, or by an evil cabal of dog choosers living in the family’s basement in the room next to the family incel gaming and eating the latest McBug, flies and cokecoction. What is important here is that the dog is abandoned. No one is listening. Yet it keeps on relentlessly.

The family is likely out for the day, enjoying the decadence their parents luck of living through a booming age in a western country unfairly delivered them. Now transfer the virtues I bestowed upon the dog earlier onto the government of the day. Chosen based on aesthetic and virtue signalling. Chosen based on the social trend of the time. Chosen by the suitcases, or the cabal. The chosen dog, the chosen government, is left behind, loud and annoying, not listened to.

Picture now the neighbour, the dissident freedom lover, stuck at home on a very limited income thanks to 2 years of dogs speaking loudly because they were able to force people to stay home, to listen to the dog 24 hours a day, forcing them out of employment. Unable to enjoy the decadence of the dogs finally letting the normies back out to enjoy all the things they missed out on through their compliance. Sitting outside the system, probably permanently now, it is the neighbour left to listen to the barking of the dogs, whose words are now abandoned by the masses.

Thanks to the ignorance of the masses, believing they are now free again, the dogs also realise that they are free from the persecution of the lies they told for 2 years, free to continue to bark their empty words and pass new legislation unnoticed. The dissident is the one left to deal with the abandoned dog.

The dissident considers the options

• Shoot the dog

• Take possession of the dog

• Call the authorities on the noisy dog

• Feed the dog

• Write on social media about the dog

• Listen to the dogs views on Russia, abortion, inflation, minorities

• Stage an uprising against the dog

• Transcend the dogs noise and commit to belief in a higher order

Unfortunately none of these are completely viable in suppressing the dog’s noise and influence. For an abandoned dog will long for its owner, the ones that feed it what it wants, the ones that chose it, the ones that comply with its wants and needs, the ones that will walk with it on a leash, the ones that will take it to the pound when their economic situation worsens.

Triumphantly for the dog, on this occasion the owners return, and it ceases barking for the time being, replaced by the sound of the black glass touting the 6pm headlines, the dog is satisfied, their owner remains plugged in, its abandonment only temporary this time. Perhaps it will be the next time it is abandoned that it will lose its voice.