I want the government to shut down long enough for people to ask why we even keep it open...which is to basically cut our own hamstrings with rusty knives and then pay informants to spy on us. It's a Good Cop/Bad Cop flim flam...a huge con game to demonstrate what They Give Us. Like we're all poor peasants in straw huts waiting for the Lord of the Land to hand out Christmas geese for dinner once a year. Total bullshit. No chance capitalism would've lasted this long without The Goon Squad Law to enforce it. It's a complete failure except at building a mechanized nation of elite botox addicts. If you really want a free market then the government or law enforcement can not interfere with any realm of free trade, namely breaking strikes, enforcing employee benefits, raising minimum wage...etc. If state or federal employees fuck with anything in that realm then you no longer have free trade or capitalism...it's tyranny one way or another...either the poor are hiring the national guard to protect them...or the industrialist is hiring the national guard to keep wages low. Either way, it's a farce. Pledge allegiance to a complete fraud.
It really irks me that the National Parks are closed. If I was not gainfully employed (fucking off for a few bucks a day) I would definitely find a way inside Yosemite...totally empty of tourists. How is it that the places deemed naturally special have become dependent on a web of corrupt politicians to stay open? You're telling me these places are being guarded against unauthorized entry? The wildlife must be overjoyed our government is such fuck ups. That makes me sick to my stomach that Congress would draw the line in the sand at unrestrained/unmonitored hiking or fishing in National Parks because they object to mandatory health insurance, but they completely sat on their asses while two consecutive countries were invaded under false pretenses after a total failure to account for monumental lies sold like sawdust filled tires to mouth breathing jelly donut addicts. Total flim flam. How is it possible Lincoln could buy the needed votes for the 13th amendment but Obama can't hand out postmaster jobs or land in California in order to get this affordable care act to pass?
"Busloads of World War II veterans,
many in wheelchairs, broke past a barricade Tuesday to cross into the
World War II Memorial, as onlookers applauded and a man playing the
bagpipes led the way.
Moments earlier, Republican members of Congress had removed a section
of the black gates that surrounded the site, allowing a line of
veterans to roll past security officers, who willingly stood aside."
It's really gross that the bravest people in America are still the bravest people in America 70 years later. They are crippled and still have more balls than a 20 year old skinny jean hipster begging for a buck raise at Walgreens.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Soggy Reminders
Oggy and Bella hunted through the indifferent night for a salvageable wooden spool at the train tracks where fags flipped tricks for cornrow heretics and the mice lived in rancid holes. The spool, originally for fiber optic wire to broadcast the suffocating paradigm to mouth breathing masses, would become the Dog Hotel, the maternity ward of wayward mutts, the last location of security for the squirming puppies now drowning in mud and refuse discarded by the careless human outcasts of the River Street Shelter.
Oggy insisted on removing all trace they had walked near the mouse habitat by dragging a broom behind his footsteps, a request Bella ignored implicitly, and eventually they stumbled on a spool that could be rolled down the middle of the flooded boulevard, police writing them several tickets, Bella's mother stumbling by in a feverish search for her own methamphetafuckmeup.
"You kids have fun," said Bella's mom as her pants fell down her skeletal frame and she disappeared down a rocky embankment, ever scratching the psoriasis on her forearm, her hair lay like seaweed on a shipwreck.
Oggy insisted on removing all trace they had walked near the mouse habitat by dragging a broom behind his footsteps, a request Bella ignored implicitly, and eventually they stumbled on a spool that could be rolled down the middle of the flooded boulevard, police writing them several tickets, Bella's mother stumbling by in a feverish search for her own methamphetafuckmeup.
"You kids have fun," said Bella's mom as her pants fell down her skeletal frame and she disappeared down a rocky embankment, ever scratching the psoriasis on her forearm, her hair lay like seaweed on a shipwreck.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Disney Tramp Celebration
I keep watching not because it's interesting it's because I can't believe that's all it takes to get 7 million views a day. This is so boring and monotonous. I don't want to pretend Madonna and Cyndi Lauper didn't push the sex card when I was 17 years old, but am I being an old man by claiming they had talent? Run DMC were talented. If DMC and Madonna had made a video in the segregated 1980s it would've been awesome. But Miley Cyrus is actually banking on her manufactured Disney innocence. It's incredible that no one heeded my warning 4 years ago that she was going to turn all your daughters into whores...but I'm an asshole. Now we have a talentless pseudo-ho with fake tattoos, smoking in a kind of parody of tramp celebration.
But the worst I can say about this is that it's not raunchy enough, not interesting, not titillating, not sexy, not good. It's not even original with cliche cheerleaders and smoking in the girl's room and lipstick close ups...those images have all been beaten to death by every hack director in history. It's not a parody but the images are on the edge of redundant and satirical...but they are serious...like they are going to reintroduce base soft core porn to all the 17 year old girls cutting themselves in their middle class bedrooms. So terribly predictable. It's dull...but the production value is high. It's actually grotesque for many reasons I don't want to go into. Call me a prude but Debbie Reynolds never went through a "anti-establishment" phase. That role is pure marketing..corporate suits manipulate Miley so she can manipulate girls everywhere...and we'll use dope smoking rappers as our fall guy, like Miley is being debased by a gang of black thugs...ahahaha...and she'll be rescued by Hostess Twinkies!
On the other hand, this Trae Tha Truth is fucking hilarious.
But the worst I can say about this is that it's not raunchy enough, not interesting, not titillating, not sexy, not good. It's not even original with cliche cheerleaders and smoking in the girl's room and lipstick close ups...those images have all been beaten to death by every hack director in history. It's not a parody but the images are on the edge of redundant and satirical...but they are serious...like they are going to reintroduce base soft core porn to all the 17 year old girls cutting themselves in their middle class bedrooms. So terribly predictable. It's dull...but the production value is high. It's actually grotesque for many reasons I don't want to go into. Call me a prude but Debbie Reynolds never went through a "anti-establishment" phase. That role is pure marketing..corporate suits manipulate Miley so she can manipulate girls everywhere...and we'll use dope smoking rappers as our fall guy, like Miley is being debased by a gang of black thugs...ahahaha...and she'll be rescued by Hostess Twinkies!
On the other hand, this Trae Tha Truth is fucking hilarious.
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