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Welcome To My World…

 

"plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose"— Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr

I have opinions.  I have lots of opinions.  Opinions about, well, just about everything.  Not that I think everyone should give a flying fuck about my opinions, but…  I need to have someplace to express them, some outlet for my atomic train of nonstop thought that careens continuously thru my mind.  I needed a new blog, a place to vent, a place to piss some people off, and maybe get some kind of feedback.  Agree or disagree, it’s ok with me, not everybody is going to agree on all subjects, it’s fucking impossible, ain’t it?  So, I thought I might give wordpress a try.  Maybe it will be good.  Maybe it won’t.  That, as the elephant said after he shit in the road, is left to be seen.

Where to begin?  Mmm, well, I smoke lots of tobacco.  I know it isn’t good for me, but I enjoy it.  It doesn’t get me into trouble the way drinking large amounts of whiskey used to.  (Or large amounts of other intoxicants, halucinogens, ethenogens, etc)  So I accept it as a vice, like porn, basically harmless in comparison to other vices which have fucked me up in the past.  I could never seem to do things in moderation, mostly anyway.  Call it what you will, it is what it is.  I drink lots of coffee too.  I drink it for the effect.  It isn’t nearly as potent as speed, but it isn’t nearly as addictive either.  I’m not necessarily proud of my past, per se, but I’m not ashamed of it either.  I want to be as honest, up-front, in your face…  I need to be me!

Right.  Time to piss some people off.   It’s an election year.  Out with the old bum, in with another bum, and hopefully the new bum isn’t as bad as the old bum.  {There’s a Who lyric in there somewhere: ” Meet the new boss… Same as the old boss…”}  I read a lot too.  It’s something that I enjoy immensely.  I can’t help comparing the current state of the world to Aldous Huxley’s classic Brave New World.  Brave New World was a better book, in my opinion, than Orwell’s 1984.  Usually, when I use the word “world” I am referring to socioty rather than to Mother Earth.  And socioty today is just plain fucked up.  The bankers run everything, the elitist clique, the illuminatti, the Bilderbergs, whatever you choose to call them, they, them, the enemy of humanity.  They make the rules that they themselves don’t live by.  To them we are all just insignifigant peons, slaves, pawns in their game.  Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Whig, Communist, Liberal, Conservative, it doesn’t matter which one gets “elected” because it’s still the same game.  Do you really believe that your vote counts?  The general elections are like professional wrestling — the outcome is already predecided before the polls open!  The “winner” is whoever they have handpicked to fill the role.  Kennedy wouldn’t play along in their charade, so they killed him.  Do you honestly believe that many people voted for Barack Obama?  Do you honestly believe that many people actually voted for George W Bush?  Twice?!  Bill Clinton?  Twice?!  Honestly?!    Don’t get me wrong, I liked Bill Clinton.  I liked Ronald Reagan.  I hated Jimmy Carter.  I didn’t trust Daddy Bush, and trust is something you should be able to have in a head of state, isn’t it?  If it comes down to liking someone, respecting them for their integrity, I like Ron Paul.  Do I think he’ll be the next president?  Probably not.  Who knows?  I think the next president will be whoever the motherfuckers that run things put in office.  I also think most of congress should be publicly hanged.   Maybe that’s a little strong?  Maybe just placed in stocks, so that we can all throw garbage at them, spit on them, throw turds at them…  (?)  Do you know why the economy is in the shitter?  Because they put it there.  It’s all part of their master plan to enslave humanity.  You think I’m joking?  Ha ha, not too funny, is it.  George Bernard Shaw said, among other things, “If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh, or else they will kill you.”  —Well, here, then, have yourself a laugh, on me:  What do you call a horse with no legs?  Doesn’t matter, he won’t come anyway.  What do you call a cow with no legs?  Ground beef.  What do you call an Indian with no legs?  A Veteran.  What do you call a stuffed-suit with no brains?  A politician. (or a yuppy, a CEO, a banker, a lawyer… take your pick)  You won’t catch me in a suit, unless somebody died, I guess.  There has to be exceptions, otherwise, there ain’t no point to nothing, and that’s really the point, ain’t it?  What’s the fucking point?  I have an IQ of around 148, or so I’ve been told, and I work construction for a living.  Why?  Because I don’t wanna be a fuckin’ yuppy!  Ever!

I had my diploma in my hand before my high school class graduated in 1983.  I scored the second highest out of 3800 individuals who took the test in 1982. (Yes, I’m bragging now!)  Did I go on to college?  I took a couple classes, went to a trade school and promptly got kicked out for drinking on school grounds, worked here & there, sold things that they consider to be “illegal”, but mostly I slacked.  I drank.  I smoked pot.  I drank.  I tripped.  I drank.  I listened to loud heavy music.  …And I read.  I read whatever I could get my hands on, as long as it held my interest.  I read things that tend to make a lot of college boys scratch their heads and go, “Huh?” “What the fuck?”  And I understood what I read.  I’m talking things like theoretical physics, etc.  Did I mention that I drank?  Did I mention large quantities of halucinogens?  Ah, there it is, I made you smile, didn’t I?  Good.  I’ll put my own twist on the great Mr Shaw’s thought: If you are planning on pissing people off, and you know you’re going to piss them off, and you’re going to do it anyway, then you might as well try to get them to laugh at the same time, even though they just might kill you anyway.  Joke ’em if they can’t take a fuck.  Ow.  My brain hurts now.  (Yeah, yeah, I know, the brain doesn’t feel pain, uh huh, thanx Doc.)  My eyes are tired from staring raptly into the brightness of the flat screen monitor, and that’s all I have to rant about for the moment.

Namaste.