Don’t take it personally as an insult though 😅you know I’m (usually)…
kind but direct.
loving but truthful.
funny but sarcastic.
And above all, I always laugh at myself first, so don’t be such a pussy! 😉
You’re a complete idiot.
And most of humanity is too.
Let’s start from the beginning.
The Genesis of Our Idiocy: Adam and Eve
Please don’t tell me you bought this too 🙄. I certainly did, when I was a kid.
In reality, that’s not even the beginning, but we were told it was.
A benevolent old man with a white beard, watching us from above, created man. Then he created woman (from man, of course, man first), and then… you know the rest.
Are we idiots or not?
That story alone is enough to make my point, sign off, and go drink coffee. But wait, there’s more.
The mythologies kept coming: Noah and the Ark, Moses parting the sea, Egypt (I’m skipping here like a flat stone over water)😂
And then 💥PUM! Jesus is born 2,000 years ago, and ‘we’ start counting time from there on 🙈.
Then, he was killed, because that sadistic old man in the sky sent his son to be slaughtered. And why?
Apparently so he could die for us (idiotic humanity) and save us… although 2,000 years later we still don’t know exactly from what.
And what’s even more hilarious? That whole drama didn’t actually achieve anything because (at least according to mainstream religion) we’re all still born sinners anyway. So, in reality, he died for nothing 🤦♀️.
And that old man on the throne has been dictating nonsense “via” other men (ALL MEN!) dressed in outrageously expensive gowns, insisting that in order to be ‘saved’ (again… from what, exactly?🙄) we must follow rules that nobody really knows who the fuck came up with. It doesn’t make a single drop of sense.
Even if you’re high, it still doesn’t make sense.
Actually, especially if you’re high.
Idiocy Level 1: Blind Faith in Fairy Tales
You might be thinking:
“But Rose, I’m not religious. I don’t believe in all that. So I’m not an idiot.”
Yes. You are. Just a different kind.
Level 1 idiocy is believing in an almighty dictator male God in the sky who watches your every move and punishes you for having sex outside marriage or daring to think differently.
I mean… come on.
Idiocy Level 2: Time, History, and the Illusion of Progress
We’re in the year 2025 because… someone decided it. Okay, cool. But school taught us man used to be a hairy cave dude named Cro-Magnon, then “evolved” into us (that’s because they have not seen my uncle Pedro 😂) civilized, rational, fire-making, grocery-shopping homo sapiens.
Baloney.
They haven’t got a clue. Well, a clue, maybe. But the rest? Guesswork dressed up as facts. And we, the idiots, believed and conformed.
And how old is humanity, really?
We don’t know. Experts don’t know. We’re like goldfish trying to remember who built the aquarium.
Sites like Göbekli Tepe (older than the pyramids) blow holes in the neat story.
Pyramids themselves? Energetic machines. Star maps. Portals. Not just big tombs.
But we still cling to “science says…” like it’s gospel, ignoring that science keeps changing its mind every ten years. And nobody blinks.
And if you really want to go deeper…
Let’s talk Atlantis. Not Disney’s version. The real one, Plato’s version. The lost advanced civilization that probably self-destructed because, surprise!, humans played God with energy they didn’t understand (does this ring a terrifying nuclear bell?)
And the Anunnaki? Maybe the Sumerian gods weren’t myths at all. Maybe we were bio-engineered as a worker species and then sold the story of freedom.
But sure, here we are praying to Wi-Fi and the AI-generated Big Titty Avatars.
Then there’s the real medicine: ayahuasca, mushrooms, LSD, ancient tools for real sight. Go to Terrence McKenna’s work for reference. He’s my bedtime story now.
Take them and what do you see?
A truth we buried.
We didn’t evolve, we descended.
We forgot.
We are not the peak of intelligence. We are a civilization with amnesia, strutting around like we invented fire.
And that… is Level 2 idiocy.
Idiocy Level 3: Knowing Better, Choosing Worse
Level 3 is when you know something’s off… and you still go along with it.
You feel the glitch.
And yet, you keep scrolling, sipping your overpriced latte, faking orgasms, and performing “success” like your life depends on it.
It’s chanting Namaste while underpaying your housekeeper.
It’s thinking you’re enlightened because you binged a podcast.
It’s calling your trauma “shadow work” and turning it into content while refusing to actually change a damn thing about your life (yes, I have been there, currently working my way out of it).
It’s the man who hasn't touched his wife in years but still mows the lawn every Saturday because that’s what ‘good husbands’ do.
It’s the woman who hasn’t felt seen, let alone desired, since her wedding night but stays, smiling at dinner parties, clutching the illusion of stability while taking anti-depressants.
It’s the performance of a life that looks fine on paper, but smells like quiet desperation up close.
You’ve seen the truth. But comfort is addictive. So you choose the lie.
Meanwhile, bombs are literally falling on human beings.
Children are being vaporized while grown adults rage online about pronouns and gluten.
Wars rage. They always have.
More money is spent on bombs and defence budgets than on education or peace.
And yet we still think we’re “evolved”, because our phones recognize our faces and our fridges send us shopping lists.
That, my friend, is Level 3.
Self-aware stupidity.
Conscious sleepwalking.
Idiocy with extra sprinkles and a smug little bow.
Level 4? No Thanks.
And maybe there’s a Level 4.
But I’m not going there.
Because idiots don’t need a final level.
They need a mirror.
Not another awakening.
Not another Miss Dawson fluffing.
Just a long, honest stare at the reflection you’ve been avoiding.
Because the scariest part isn’t the lie, it’s that you helped keep it going.
And, admit it…you kinda liked it.
The Good News: You Can Opt Out
Idiocy isn’t a curse. It’s a choice.
And like all choices… you can make a different one.
If you’ve made it this far, congrats. You’ve already peeked behind the curtain.
And no, I’m not talking about the one on my OnlyFans page.
(Though yeah, I know many of you came through that door. And I love you for it.)
Because desire isn’t stupid. Curiosity isn’t shameful. Longing is sacred.
If approached consciously.
What is idiotic?
Pretending you’re happy in a life that doesn’t move you.
Faking arousal in a dead bedroom.
Faking purpose in a job you secretly hate.
Scrolling for connection when your soul is begging to come home to yourself.
Where Do You Start?
You start small.
You start honest.
You start where it hurts.
Maybe it’s canceling that dinner you don’t want to go to.
Maybe it’s saying “no” without explaining yourself.
Maybe it’s masturbating without shame and just for pleasure.
Maybe it’s finally having the conversation you’ve been avoiding… with your partner, your parents, or the voice in your head.
It doesn’t have to be cosmic.
It just has to be true.
This is Miss Dawson, reporting from the fertile, confusing, intoxicating space between the erotic and the divine.
And if that sounds like nonsense…
Good.
It means your brain is still waking up. ☕️
Love,
Rose 🌹