The news last week was cruel just as the news this week. The weather is foul all across the North. Most of the states were trampled by snow; the inhabitants are still struggling with trekking across the vast, dangerous white wasteland. It sucks to suck for all those poor individuals. Meanwhile, in the South, the weather is sunny with a chance of more sun. The battle between frontrunners Cruz and Trump has the Republican house divided into two camps: conservatives that values stay true above all else and right-wings that enjoy ravaging the establishment. The smart people of America know this fact–“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” Cruz shines as the poster child of the Constitutional conservative, a man of unwavering principles who will not be silenced by the establishment. On the other side of the coin, Trump is a wrecking ball ready to cause havoc on all levels of power. Truth be told, both candidates wave the flag of anti-establishment. The two dueling warriors trade devastating punches until the other is bloody. Trump mocks Cruz as an insider of the establishment while Cruz mocks Trump as a non-conservative. The members of the Republican establishment are growing furious with the current outcome of as Trump and Cruz dominate, and they fear no other credible candidates will emerge any time soon. The leaders of the Republican establishment, made up of elected officials, lobbyists and donors, are sending a message to the mainstream candidates, such as former Gov. Jeb Bush of Florida, that they should withdraw from the race if they do not show any clout. The old ones have spent millions of dollars supporting their prized mainstream candidates. For example, Bush still has the endorsement of a super PAC. Even if he were to trail Mr. Rubio after the first contests, Mr. Bush might still fight on to South Carolina. Former Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour (R) put out an honest observation. “Why is Right to Rise spending all this money on somebody who can beat Hillary?” he asked. “Meanwhile, Trump and Cruz go mostly unscathed.” It’s funny to see the major contributors and voices of the old ones vocal about their impatience. The electoral college will figure it out sooner or later. Well, who else is wondering about the real issue at hand: Captain America vs. Iron Man!
So, I woke up feeling like a pile of cow manure. You know, the lowest of the low festering on the green grass of this blue sphere. I toss and turn on my mattress in my blanket cocoon trying not to make sense of the fact I’m still alive. That one existential question fondles the deepest parts of my subconscious: Dear Lord, why am I here? The creepy, grotesque hand of the Grim Reaper taps me on the shoulder. I’ve contemplated about the final drink with Ol’Death, but I’m not ready for the last good night just yet. Somehow, I manage to rise out of my blanket cocoon and spread my tattered wings for another try at the dingy, dirty, and mucky daily deadlock. Nothing like the long, strenuous drag to the shower to wake the hell up. The tepid water clashes with my skin to officially give my body the cleansing it deserves. I step out, dry myself off, and proceed to brush the 32 chompers residing in my mouth. My hair seems legit for the time being until I actually manage to go to work. Except I remember one important factor: I’m a low rate writer with occasional gigs, a few blog articles, and pays from the newspaper. Welcome to reality, jackass!
A quick look in the dingy fridge and my eyes are welcomed to the fresh display of nutrients to nourish my body for the most important meal of the day. Wait a minute…my feeble mind and gluttonous stomach deceive me. The fridge is bare and the only nutrient setting all alone is a six pack from last night. Shit! It was bound to happen, so I crack open a cold one then slap on the illicit boob tube for current events.
The news is a fast, hard, and sad burn this week. The lives of two children, a 9-year-old from Chicago and a 6-year-old from Louisiana, met the end of their lives thanks to the barrel of a gun. The thought flashes that these two rugrats didn’t asked to be brought into this world neither to be taken out. Hell, those little rugrats kept themselves occupied with activities like the rest of us, yet they didn’t know tragedy would strike. If the media didn’t cover the unfortunate mishap, they’ll be unnoticed lost souls with no one to give a shit about them. Without the small tidbit of information, it wouldn’t matter. Sadly, there will be more in the next weeks. In other news, a feces swastika was found on the bathroom door on a college campus in Missouri. Someone give that lunatic a Klondike bar. This crazy took the time to gather feces to produce a shitstika. That’s dedication! Racial tensions have boiled over at the Missouri campus in Columbia since the month of September, when Payton Head, the Missouri Students Association president, said he was racially abused while walking on campus. Well, Missouri Tigers, there is a crazy, anti-Semitic, racist, and feces loving individual running around campus. If you come in contact with this asshole, give a lesson in hygiene.
After that unfortunate incident, it seems the terrible times begin to roll downhill. France experience an ungodly bombardment by the terrorist group of ISIS. These rat bastards live, breath, and die for the chaos their filthy hands create. However, these cockroaches manage to scurry off somewhere to form the mythological Hydra: a violent beast with many heads along with an acid tongue. Even if you chop off the head, another ugly serpent noggin will appear. Kill the boy the head will die or shove a nuke up its ass and watch that ugly bastard explode into nasty chunks. These attention whores are calling for death, so why not answer the call and do the humane duty. I mean, we shoot horses, right? I’m not an expert for it, I’m all about the sociopathic attack and running off at the mouth for some destruction. An actual strategic plan constructed by the minds of intelligent individuals will suffice. For me, I’m all about a lot nukes; the fast and hard strike like an erratic male pornstar pile driving on every scene. Henceforth, paying attention to my ramblings will cause more side effects than the medicines force fed down our esophagus.
By now, I believe most of you clever individuals have figured out that I’m part of the problem as much as part of the solution. I’m possessed by my nihilism, sarcasm, and constant trouble by what I see or from the dark corners of my mind. I try not to be attached to society, yet I’m stuck here like every other bipedal debauchery. These incidents will leave a mark on us, but as a fact, we can’t give suffering any precedence over our individual or collective lives. We have to press forward on with things and those who don’t will get left behind to be trampled on by the moving stampede. They’ll only slow us down with their pitiful bellyaching. We have someplace to be and must believe we’ll get there, wherever that may be. Let the good times roll.
Forgive me for my previous transgressions. I had the opportunity to cover the second half of the debauchery guised as the Republican Debate, but I was too busy under the influence in the godforsaken, sinful city of Las Vegas. If a piece of my memory serves me right, I won money, spent it on more rounds of Wild Turkey, taxis, and more copious amounts of Wild Turkey. I digress. The story of my degenerative, impulsive behavior will be another time.
The Democratic Debate was upon not too long ago. Where was it held? In the same city that tortured my cynical grey matter—Las Vegas. Previously, I had an article prepared with the gaffes of all five of those political swine. What happened to my precious document? The damned electricity died just before I saved it! It was like they knew I was going to annihilate their reputations! Majority of the debate was massacred by Hillary Rodham Clinton. Somehow, she had bigger balls than the men on stage. The opportune moment appear when Hillary’s credibility came under the microscope by Anderson Cooper. Hillary is most vulnerable when her character comes into question. The email issue is the monstrosity hunkering over Clinton’s shoulders. Clinton responded to Cooper with a pocketed ace response—the email server was a mistake, yet it was allowed, but not the best choice. She has turned over 55,000 pages of emails and answered every question. Cooper continued his frontal assault stating that the FBI investigation was nonpartisan and even President Obama said it was a legitimate issue. “I never said it wasn’t legitimate,” she countered, after trashing the issue’s legitimacy, “I’m saying I have answered all the questions and will certainly be doing so again before this committee.”
Our “heroes”—Sanders, Chaffee, O’Malley, and Chafee—had the opportunity to strike and possibly defeat the oppressive overlord. Bernie managed to draw his sword from his sheath. Bernie led the charge with his comment: “May not be great politics, but I think the secretary is right. The American people are sick and tired of hearing about your damn emails.” The two shook hands then Hillary cackled with glee. What the hell, “hero!” The prime opportunity to strike her down turned into a peace treaty. However, another “hero” decided to rise in the form of Chaffee. He fired his arrows straight to Hillary’s chest.
Chaffee said that the matter of presidential credibility was important, especially, in his opinion, since George W. Bush lied about the WMD’s in Iraq. Cooper gave Clinton an opportunity to respond, she said one word: no. The crowd went into a murderous frenzy of obnoxious applause and shouts. The battle was over. I couldn’t believe what I just seen. My mouth was left in shellshock. In one gambit, Clinton slaughtered them with no remorse. How could they miss it? What happened to the battle plan? Clinton—along with the rest of the political vultures—is not driven by conviction but political calculation. She has consistently switched positions of countless issues ranging from war, trade, and social reform. The only opponent to step up was the mild mannered, friendly neighborhood Chaffee.
Nevertheless, they all managed to rack up points on bearing false witness. Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton revised her statement on the Trans Pacific Partnership proclaiming she said she “hoped” it would be a “gold standard.” On Nov. 15, 2012, she said it was a gold standard. Switching back to the email scandal, Clinton said that using a personal email account “was allowed by the State Department.” The department also requires her to turn over her emails before she departed office. She turned in her emails on Dec. 5, 2014; she left office on Feb. 1, 2013. Sanders wrongly said that the U.S. had “more wealth and income inequality than any other country.” According to the Global Wealth Databook, the share of wealth amongst the 1% has declined to an estimated 37.3% this year. The United States is also ranked 11th for income inequality among the 37 counties listed. Sanders has also botched the numbers concerning unemployment. “African American youth unemployment is 51%. Hispanic youth unemployment is 36%,” Sanders said. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, in September, the unemployment rate for this age group was 24% for African Americans, 11.6% for Hispanics and 10.7% for whites. This shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. These facts are probably minor in the clogged toilet of politics. I almost forgot about the other three candidates. The reason is they’re easily forgettable: candidate cannon fodder.
It’s a shame we’re sold the same con by every politician who steps up. Tragedy molests us then politicians help us to our feet with words of “wisdom and compassion.” In the eyes of these vultures, we’re considered a bunch of lowlife sheep scum seeking for a shepherd. The millions described as disenfranchised cynics are considered pseudo-intellectual scum. The parties are sneaky chameleons camouflaging in whatever crowd fits them at the time. It’s like every election year is going to decide the face of guy who’ll be screwing us next.
Fight the power, Scum!
When it comes to the realm of social media, I’m repulsed by it. I gather no inspiration from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or any other string of debauchery we’ve created. It pains every nerve in my body to sell my soul to a beast that will devour society. It’s like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun with your finger on the trigger: a quick, brutal suicide. Scary, isn’t it? Too many attention whores invade the waves of social media. They’re ready to sell their assets on the corner for a few followers.
Cheap makeup makes these floozies desirable, so idiots fall for the clickbait. I reckon there is something about the joys of social media human trafficking. Honestly, I find it rather disgusting. I want to wash my hands of this weirdness; my hands are too filthy to become clean. I’ve become an attention whore myself. I try to promote my blog through the grimy streets of the internet. Once in a while, I’ll get a customer then the action begins. The hustle becomes repetitive, my eyes are bloodshot from staring at the computer, and my fingers might have carpal tunnel.
Somehow, I continue to press on to deliver the message of truth without drowning amongst the rest. This upcoming generation has a one track mind—establish yourself with selfies! Damn, how did we get here? We have to blame ourselves. Our massive egos to improve our lives caused this fiasco. I doubt nothing can change it. I feel we’re detached from using the tool between our shoulders. I’m afraid books will become ancient relics of the past, our vocabulary will be strictly internet speak, and we’ll just go with flow. Yep, I believe we’re screwed with the next generation coming up.
A riot broke out today
I witness a man get his face stomped in
He’s beaten into submission
One of the offenders gropes
his erection out of excitement
A woman is stabbed
She curls up on the concrete
Her intestines stick
out from her wound
Does this unsettle you
The truth is harsh
I see a child lie limp
on the sidewalk
Police arrive on scene:
righteous berserkers decorated in riot gear
Tear gas filters into the crowd
Bloodcurdling screams echo
from every direction
Reporters try to flee,
but they’re caught in the onslaught
Innocent bodies pile on the pavement
while deranged sociopaths and police
battle for supremacy
My heart thrashes against my chest…
this shit-storm of
brutal sadism upon one another,
you enjoy it
Taking down a Confederate Flag
will prove we’re “progressive”
Legalizing gay marriage
will prove we’re “united”
Toss in a couple of transgenders
Throw in a few religious beliefs
Vote for political swine
Feed the poor
We’ll trust anything
that justifies our worth
We’ll claim we’re better than animals;
we’re too “intelligent” to act primitive
We don’t mind differences
under “certain circumstances”
We slightly tolerate each other
No matter the pain things will get better
Press forward in life
If you acknowledge suffering,
you’ll get left behind
Blind steadfast confidence
in our consciousness;
yanked by strings
Sheep led to the slaughter
I ease on my cigarette
I continue to observe
from my apartment balcony
Nihilistic thoughts of
a godforsaken predicament—
a can of worms that we opened
In the erratic year of our Lord, 2015, my eyes witnessed an event of semi-epic proportions: the Republican Primary Debate. An overcast of dread dominated my living room, and my cynicism began to tingle about one fact—diarrhea will flow out of the mouth of politicians.
This spectacle was held in the Quicken Loans Arena; millions sat with raging hard-ons for these candidates. Two of the unholy trinity—Fox News and Facebook—summoned the candidates on stage. The third, CNN, was too busy with documentaries. Fox News’ hosts opened by asking candidates if they would screw over the Republican Party by running as a third party if they weren’t the nominee. Trump Raised his hand to throat chop the Republican Party. He refused to support the Republican nominee for the presidency or to rule out a third party run. Hah! Nice job, Fox News! Way to put Trump in the spotlight, again! As the small bit of blood spilt in the water, one shark, Rand Paul, took the opportunity to attack Trump. Rand Paul stated Trump buys and sells politicians of all stripes. Hmm…Trump pimps out anyone for gain. That’s nothing new because he is a businessman. Trump took another jab from host Megyn Kelly on his past comment about women…wait…I know you’re smart, so I know you can predict the outcome of the incident. Truth be told, more Trump antics occurred throughout the debate: harsh, brash, and brutal.
Questions were dished out to all candidates and their answers slammed each question. As all the bum-rushing excitement boiled over, the audience craved for more. A battle began to stir amongst two candidates—Rand Paul v. Chris Christie. The question to ignite the fire was over national security and government surveillance to fight against terrorism. “I want to collect more records from terrorists, but less records from innocent Americans,” Paul said. “The Fourth Amendment was what we fought the Revolution over. I’m proud of standing for the Bill of Rights, and I will continue to stand for the Bill of Rights.” A quick lesson: The Bill of Rights are the first ten amendments to protect the people from an oppressive government; the Fourth Amendment prohibits unreasonable searches and seizures without a warrant supported by sufficient reason.
Anyways, Christie called out Paul’s statement as being ridiculous. Paul fired shots into Christie’s chest spelling out the phrase: “Use the Fourth Amendment. Get a warrant! Get a judge to sign!” Even though it was a direct hit, it was not very effective. Christie battled on. “Listen Senator, you know, when you’re sitting in a subcommittee just blowing hot air about this, you can say things like that. When you’re responsible for protecting the lives of the American people, then what you need to do is to make sure you use the system the way it’s supposed to work.” Paul reloaded then shot back stating Christie didn’t “fundamentally” understand the Bill of Rights. I disagree, Paul. All politicians have an understanding but tear up the Bill if it doesn’t appeal to them. They understand security yet screw over our liberty. At the end of the squabble, Christie evoked the spirits of 9/11 by recalling an intimate time with the families of the incident. Atta boy, Christie! Nothing like using a national tragedy to make yourself look good.
Another quip came from the voice of Marco Rubio. The hosts asked Rubio whether his experience qualified him to be President. It was a subtle rewording of the true question: “America has dealt with a first-term Senator as President. Are you going to screw up like him?” Rubio locked eyes then responded that he was responsible for a multibillion dollar budget of Florida. Rubio stabbed an unbeknownst Hillary Clinton. “If this election is a resume competition, then Hillary Clinton’s going to be the next president, because she’s been in office and in government longer than anybody else here tonight.” C’mon, Rubio. I think we all knew she pulled the strings behind the puppet named Bill Clinton. Basically, she served her term. She still has that email fiasco on her plate. Maybe she can call it a mistake like Bosnia?
He added: “If I’m our nominee, how is Hillary Clinton going to lecture me about living paycheck to paycheck? I was raised paycheck to paycheck. How is she going to lecture me about student loans? I owed over a hundred thousand dollars just four years ago. If I’m our nominee, we will be the party of the future.” Rubio hits with his “Cuban immigrant” upbringing story, which is an ace in the hole as a testimony of the American Dream. It’s a shame that cynicism killed the American Dream. The dream is actually a nightmare for some Americans.
Mike Huckabee managed to fling out a nice quote: “The purpose of the military is kill people and break things.” Huckabee is right. The military is used to show dominance, power, and force. What happens after their use? Those members are left in the hands of the VA (Veteran’s Affairs) to take care of them. The VA is a hit or miss with a lot vets. If you’re a current veteran or past veteran, you’re getting screwed by the VA like a cheap prostitute.
To sum the other candidates, Ted Cruz preached to be a face of truth (thanks, Captain America), Jeb Bush reminded me of a pleasant suburban neighbor, Ben Carson was too polite, and Walker…Walker…I forgot about him.
On a final note, Kasich showed he had heart. Kasich was asked how he would explain his opposition to gay marriage to a son or daughter who was gay or lesbian. “I just went to a wedding of a friend of mine who happens to be gay. Because somebody doesn’t think the way I do doesn’t mean that I can’t care about them or I can’t love them. So if one of my daughters happened to be that, of course I would love them and I would accept them. Because you know what? That’s what we’re taught when we have strong faith.” Kasich went on to say he would love his daughters “no matter what they do.” “Issues like that are planted to divide us. I think the simple fact of the matter is—and this is where I would agree with Jeb, and I’ve been saying it all along—we need to give everybody a chance, treat everybody with respect, and let them share in this great American dream that we have.” I admit that Kasich pulled the heart strings of the people; he even managed to captivate my attention. Nevertheless, heart can only go so far. The debate wasn’t bad, I guess. I still need to restore my nerve to stomach the Democratic debate. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Today, I realized I’m a homicidal sociopath. I mean, my hands are bloody and I’m still staring at the body as I construct this writing. Truth be told, it was an impulse: pure unadulterated spontaneity. I considered it a mercy kill because I murdered America. I know it’s a bold statement, unlike the others who committed the murder, I admit it.
Pretentious pseudo-intellectuals, douchebags, hipsters, bigots, thugs, and all sorts of freaks of nature populate the nation. I’m not any better because I’m an apathetic cynic. Nowadays, my personality trait is a common trend. It’s a shame, but nothing new is under the sun. So, with all this chaos bombarding me, I snapped and killed America.
Cynicism festers within America; the constant failure of promises cultivated the seed. It’s a disturbing thought to realize the lack of faith in our democracy. A look at the voting polls reveals the desire for a voice to be heard. Instead, the manipulation by countless political swine (Hillary and co.) overrides all hope. No matter the election year, it’s the same slapstick comedy; no new plot or formula. The horror lies in knowing there’s no cancellation anytime soon; we enjoy watching the broadcast. Hope of a true election makes any heart flutter until the hilarity ensues. Too many eyes have gazed upon senseless political advertising and campaign funding. An unfortunate reality settles in the mind: The next four years aren’t going to change or clean up the last few centuries. The new president is going to be a scapegoat like the one before him. What’s certain is taxes, debt, and trouble. Which brings me to mention another skewed subject—the economy. Most folks balance their lives on a budget from spare change found in their couches. Belief in a broken system leaves broken hearts. Inflation, deflation, trade deficits, national debt, and other financial blunders, all build up to uncertainty. For the work many Americans put in, folks can’t deny the feeling of being bamboozled. Days have disappeared of personal fulfilment and pride in work. Those characteristics have been replaced by painstaking drudgery. Workers have become cynical. Their belief is it’s about your connections or screw the rules to get ahead. Quality is taken out of all American products. Even most hardcore Americans are shameful to admit the best products are from Japan. Material wealth will always be evident in our country, ask Donald Trump.
Even though the idealistic facade of America begins to fade into the darkness, the materialistic beating heart of America continues to pound against the chest. Despite fear, despite deep seated suspicions regarding honesty within our system, the Conventional American Dream is alive for all generations to appreciate. A decent job, a family, cars, and a house in the suburbs is a reachable target. This “conventionalized” objective is applicable for most Americans as the grand finale. The reality is Americans are struggling to maintain the dream. Many don’t have any idea how to maintain the dream for the future. At this moment of vulnerability, the nightmare creeps overhead of how they will survive in old age. To sustain the dream, souls are swept up in a Faustian bargain: a pact with the Devil in exchange for worldly desires. The reality is these diabolical deals are amongst ourselves.
My views are jaded at best; the perfect sabotage for all beliefs. Cynicism is not an alternate belief system; it leads to a dead end. The mind is stagnant in being distrustful of other’s intentions and that everyone has a self-agenda. It’s a painful way to live, but someone’s has to do it. Not for a benefit of a trend instead to be a brutal truth seeker amongst men. Cynicism and America will brawl in a continuous downward spiral. A large portion of “America” is dead, buried, and entering the stages of rigor mortis. The problem is America’s inhabitants: deviants that set up ideologies only to tear them down to be “for the people.” America is what we make it out to be. If you don’t know this by now, you’re a jackass. I know what you’re thinking: “Since you know so much, why don’t you change something?” I’m a measly writer with disillusioned observations. There’s not shit for me to change. I offer you the insight to understand so that you can make a difference. I have to trust you’ll do something about it…well…I hope you do.
“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable, and so, if he is romantic, he tries to change it. And even if he is not romantic personally he is very apt to spread discontent among those who are.” –H.L. Mencken