The posh talking head, with the best makeup and hair, told me today, I should not try.
That my way was dead.
His way was superior and he had the “facts.”
My “kind” had lost.
And, I wondered.
Why did his channel tell me what I could do or not do?
Why did his channel have only the truth?
Should I listen to him because he was a talking head?
I listen to me, my tuning fork, the way I think.
I find my truth with searches between the channels.
Do you listen to the posh talking head, telling you your way is dead?
Do you like you are dead?
Maybe, you should search between the channels.
Let the talking head speak for no one.