Touch “Start”: The cruel New Year's video that kills thousands of people in one day

In the first hours or minutes of every January 1st, the media are careful to report on the first unborn baby. In fact, they are quick to reveal gender, and sometimes even the name, the family situation, the mother's condition, the mother's name, the father, and so forth. In fact, he has no name, no gender, no mother, no nation, no such. At that moment, his misidentity, whose prisoner will remain until death. And he will act more vigorously than ever, just on the last night of the old year, and on the first morning of the new year.

This year, a son was born in the CKUK Clinic of Gynecology. Imagine, just because he's got a penis, some people dare to determine from the first breaths a baby's still-insulted with our values. It's a boy, Kosovo media said in a country that still commits feminid. Also present at the clinic were the two elected Kosovo deputies from the Vetevendosje Movement, Arberie Nagavci and Fatmire Mulhrama, or Mulhaja, with flowers in hand. These two deputies, so not male but female deputies, with their gender at that moment as if they embraced the explosion of Hofqet Krasniqi, who rebuked men for choosing the gynecologist's profession. That's it.

This is a scene that is regularly played without any change, year after year, except with different actors. But the director always remains the same: Stanley Kubrick. An unspoiled game of shameful human acts, shamelessly shamefully, a fatigue that sought our digital game with a remote control device in our hands, a video game of the ʹdemomodà [modic demonstrate] version, where most options are closed even though they appear to us.

Encrusted Silence

What, though, is trying to conceal such a scene? Not much. That life is not what Abrahamic religions confess. That God doesn't exist. That Santa exists. That on that very first day of the year, more people die than on any other day. Let's get back in the game. There are 365 days in a Cuban race, which kills the most, but the winner constantly appears only one: January 1st. To win over and over against 364 other racers, you must be pretty good. Congratulations on January 1st. And on January 1st, we're seeing the day that life is born from the still-religious media, like the day when life and life are wrapped up with a set of identities that we haven't chosen.

This scripture represents a tribute to all who killed themselves on January 1. Every year. By not trusting in free will, I am convinced that suicide is actually murder. Except, a murder committed by many assassins at once. So, just as a State or Society kills an undesirable individual. It's a crime that cannot be called crime. Because society doesn't call it. Because society cannot be guilty. Never, for nothing! And January 1st, the Januarys kill just like society: with a dung that society has orchestrated, with expectations that build it, by perverting it in front of every depressed man the vanity of life, its insensibility, its inadequacy.

The family and social roles of people become so weakened, the characters become so sick and uninterested, that you don't want to be part of a weak video that it's also just in a demonic game.

In the book “Serotonia”, written by Michel Howellbeq, the lead character [Fernt-Claude] makes great efforts simply to escape on January 1st [and Christmas]. He has a sad friendship with a schoolmate, an aristocratic farmer who has no role in acting because he is alone.

This party does not promote the community and cultivate relationships among people. At its core this holiday is social. This party makes you an empty consumer, a role actor, useless characters, removing your alternative to a real experience. If you try to follow a different path than recommended, then “Game Over”. And so some people who play it choose to touch “Quit” completely out of interest in the race and interested in the rules of passive Abrahamics.