Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Nobody Knows Me


To properly sing this song I have to feel completely beaten down. I'm living in a junk yard. It's 110 degrees outside and the pillows feel like they've been in an oven set at 350 degrees for two hours. My prostate aches. Skin flaps on my hands where the lawnmower has torn it off. I'm using too much gas to get to work and have decided to sleep on the street again where the police will definitely harass me. I don't sound like Otis Redding, who slam dunks this song into my soul, but I'm done playing by the rules. With one week of work I've dug myself out of the hole I was in and am closer to the Mexican border. My mission is becoming more clear and I've decided to find a man of the earth. Maybe a family. Someone who sees the earth as holy and who has either not been poisoned by the billboard media monstrosity we've unleashed or else has purified himself. I want to meet that person and learn from him. Since I was banned from the library I've had to find refuge in McDonalds where I can drink a cup of iced tea for $1. A new development is the televisions that run non stop in McDonalds and Burger King. This is why I always like to get out of my comfort zone because liberals will never know how the other side is winning the war. Fat, Sugar, salt, lies. The channel is permanently fixed to Fox News and over my third cup of iced tea I watched "The O'reilly factor." It was an abomination but it was also the perfect circus-like presentation. It's all Good Cop/Bad Cop. This is bad bad bad...good good good. I laughed out loud because the propaganda was so perfectly obvious. It's right out of 1984 with faces speaking to you as you eat and there's no where to hide. The news was completely inciteful...rape...incest...child pornography....


Speaking of child pornography, I've recently learned that as a trailer park maintenance man I'm required by law to smoke crystal meth until I lose my teeth, go by the name of "Mike Number 2" and watch child pornography until I can arrange for the police to break down my door. It's ok not to laugh.

Anyway, so Fox News has basically reached an agreement that allows them to put televisions in all McDonalds and Burger Kings that will play Fox News all day long. I'm telling you that it is not possible for there to be a democracy with that devious strategy in full force. If McDonalds chose to show snuff films 24 hours a day the effect would be no different. The obese customers were literally in a state of confusion and hypnosis as they stuffed their double cheese burger and bacon down their throats and drank tons of soda pop and listened to Bill O'Reilly hammer on about how drug dealers should be sentenced to death....because they sold the drugs that caused death..."and now a word from our sponsor, Miller Lite and Marlboro, who are totally innocent."
But it is a circus and not intended to inform, it is intended to hypnotize and keep people in a state of hysteria. That's the role of Fox News and for it to be planted in these commercial restaurants is absolutely the worst sign that I can think of. Truly a defeat for logic and reason and democracy. Americans are cowards, they have allowed advertising to dictate their lives, they wake up with billboards everywhere and shrug because they are fat and unable to think clearly.

So, I'm counting down the days to Mexico. I've met a man who lives in the high desert and he said if I want to pick chili peppers for shipment to Walmart then I can work there for $2 a day. He said the end of America came and went long ago without a squeal from the piglets who shuffle their beans back and forth.
"I can't believe the Government would do that [destroy the World Trade Centers] to their own people."

The handyman who replaced Jose is much better. He owns a Honda Passport and says that all electricity will end in December of 2012. He's moving to a sailboat to survive on poisoned fish. Meanwhile, we mow the place I've finally realized is a slum on stilts. I'm a maintenance man at a slum. They texture sprayed the walls but never covered the windows. The boards are rotting. The foundation is slanted. Nobody Knows Me.
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