Give Me A Break

Have I no shame? None, evidently on the word
of the newly-designated foremost authorities
on what may and may not be declared,
recognized and respected. My views
formed over a lifetime of experience are
quaint but to be held incommunicado as
they and I don't actually exist. Dating me of
course to prehistory. I am not alone, there
is a growing horde of my vintage, many of
whom have become adept at eye-rolling
and getting on with what's left of their
lives while others simply give no notice of
life's extraneous and utterly incomprehensible
alterations that have taken place where
apparently reasonable human beings have
taken to extolling the virtues of the sadly
canted social stream of anything-goes.
Courtesy and public decorum, spiced up
with a lazy attitude toward human decency
have been shoved up high, high on a
shelf, tagged 'in the olden days of yore'
so weighted with dust they'll never be
discovered by paleoarchaeologists looking
for proof that humanity was ever even
moderately sane. Women want to transition
to males but still go through childbirth and
males prefer being female threatening to
beat the living daylights out of anyone who
doubts their sanity. Children are encouraged
to be 'themselves' but not their designated
sex at birth. Observing that terrorists happen
to be Muslim rates you as an Islamophobe.
Deploring the BDS movement where ill
informed stupidity punishes the very nation
that Islamic terrorists plan to destroy, ditto.
Noting the incontrovertible fact that social
deviants and criminals are over-represented
in specific communities prove you're a racist.
Oh, perhaps not you of course, certainly me.